Shane didn't realize this though."hellllooooooooo" shane basically yelled, out of excitement.
"what?" Michael responded with.
"I made us dinner! It's your favorite!" Shane excitedly exclaimed.
"i don't want it."
"Why? I spent all day making this for you...i just wanted us to spe-"
"fuck you"
"What?"
"I said, fuck you"
"Michael are you okay? What happened?"
"f-u-k-c-y-u-o" (Michael was drunk, remember)
"Um... i think you should lay do-"
"SHUT UP. SHUT THE FUCK UP"
"Michael...."
"NO. IM TIRED OF THIS SHIT, EVERYDAY I COME HOME TO YOUR FUCKING NONSENSE AND I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE. YOU NEED TO LEARN TO RESPECT ME. AND YOU NEED TO KNOW IT NOW!", Michael yelled.
"Wh-"
Michael walked out.
He got his belt.
The heavy one.
The worst one.
He started whipping Shane, causing bruises and scars.
He did this for at least 20 minutes straight, then he got tired.
Shane was crying.
"STOP CRYING YOU FAT BABY. YOURE GETTING WHAT YOU DESERVE, IM TEACHING YOU A LESSON."
"I- okay"
Now, Michael was throwing things.
Glass bottles, chairs, even the food Shane had made.
This was too much for Shane.
He had enough.
But he knew he couldn't leave, Michael would find him and beat him even worse.
He also didn't want to leave.
He couldn't survive without Michael, he was sure of it.
Michael threw a chair at Shane and it went right to his skull.
This knocked him out.
Michael left Shane there, and that was the last Shane would ever see of him.
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