| Our New Life | (Shourtney Fanfic)

Chapter Eleven: Get Ready, Shayne

Shayne's P.O.V

"Shayne, wake up!"

Once I opened my eyes, I felt them sting as the darkness that had once filled my room was replaced by light.

"Oh my God... what happened to you?"

I sat up, being welcomed by a migraine. My hand felt the place where I had been hit. Then, I started recalling last night's events.

"Courtney?"

She stared down at my bedsheets. Then, at my chest. "You were assaulted last night, weren't you?"

I placed my feet onto the cold stone floor and stood up. "It's nothing."

"Look at you!" She exclaimed, walking towards me. She placed her hands on my shoulders and made me sit back down. "You're a mess! Your chest is covered in dried blood, you've got a huge bruise on your forehead, and I can see the redness on your neck no matter how much scruff you have."

She felt my forehead. "And your forehead's warm. You have a fever."

"Since when did you become some sort of guardian angel?" I asked while she searched through my dresser.

"I don't know." She answered, pulling out a first aid kit. "Weird things have been going on around here, so don't act too surprised."

She walked over to me and set the kit on the bedside table. "It's 9:13am. You can sleep in, if you want. Kara's going to be in the mission all day, so it's just going to be a day of writing and editing."

I let her wrap bandages around my chest and head. "Shayne, who did this to you? What are you not telling me?"

I sighed. "Promise not to tell anyone?"

"Why shouldn't I?" Courtney answered, rubbing this strange ointment on my neck that sent jolts of pain to my throat. "You were attacked last night, right? Why wouldn't you want them to get turned in?"

"Because—!" I said, stopping myself. "I think he realized what he was doing, and stopped."

"That doesn't make it right." Courtney said. "If I've learned anything from my investigation training course; he hit you multiple times in the chest out of anger, explaining the blood. He started strangling you, and stopped just in time for it to be a close call. Then, he must've hit you in the head with some sort of hard object."

"Christ!" I exclaimed, laying back onto my bed, my face covered by my hands.

"Who did it?!"

"It was Ian, okay?!" I yelled.

Courtney gasped. "No... are you serious?!"

I sat up. "Wait, let me explain..."

I told her the story and why I let Ian take his anger out on me. Knowing Courtney, she would be understandable in why I made those decisions in that moment. She knows me well.

"God, you're always so risky..." She said. Then, we heard knocks coming from the door. "Are you expecting anyone?"

I shrugged. "You come here every morning, anyways. It might be Adler."

Courtney walked over to the door and opened it, curiously. She gasped once she came face to face with the man that had almost killed me last night. Ian held his head to the floor in shame. He held a noose in his hands.

"Jesus, Ian!" Courtney exclaimed. "Come in, come in."

After Courtney checked the hallways for anyone watching us, she shut the door once Ian was inside. Once Ian saw the condition I was in, he shut his eyes, unable to stop the tears from streaming down his face.