First I like to thanks adamant eve for pointing out that Bette is from Philly. I did not know that but since I do now I’m going to use it (probably later on).

Thank yous go out to AceofHearts, adament eve, Amazed, bvhall, katz, kimber03, Maya, Ness, Nikki, sporty L, Sticky Toffee, TheRealJLo and everybody else that read and comment on my story.

This story is not pretty but as we all know Shane’s life if not all pretty either. Like I said in the Author Notes, APPROACH W/ CAUTION.
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The door slammed open jerking Ron awake. Shane? Ron asked in confusion, not yet fully awake.

Where is that brat Shane? Jake growled.

Seeing only Ron in the room, he snickered. Well, well you must be the new kid Veronica. I havent really seen you around much, and why is that I wonder. Jake took another swig of whiskey and stumbled closer toward the bed.

Ron shuffled backward, burrowing herself further beneath the blanket, squeezing herself against the wall trying to get as far away from Jake as possible. Fear was choking at her. All she could think about was where was Shane.

Youre a brat just like Shane arent you. You all are brats and you need a strong hand to keep you in line. That’s what I’m here for. Jake was now right beside the bed, looming over Ron menacingly. Let me look at you. He reached toward her.

Ron instinctively jerked backward away from that big hand. Her action however made him mad. Hold still, you stupid *****. I will teach you to disobey me. Jake smacked her across the face. Stay the ***** still!

Ron did not hear him. All that was going through her head was that she has to fight this.

The more she struggled to get out of Jakes grip the worse it became. Jake was actually getting excited from her struggle.

This one was different from Shane, he thought. Shane has always lie there just looking at him with such hate but never giving him the satisfaction of seeing her break. I could never get anything out of her, but this one, this one was different. Im going to enjoy this. He was practically salivating with the thought of what was to come.

Ron tried desperately to fight against the monster. Her hands clawed at the sheets with all of her might when Jake attempted to pull it away. She shook her head from side to side, not believing what was happening for only hours before she was living in her own paradise. She looked up at his evil face now covered with sweat. His leering mouth made her want to gag. She raised her hand wanting to wipe that grin off his face but he anticipated this. Jake raised his hand and Ron could feel the intense pain of fist meeting flesh. Ron tasted something metallic in her mouth, realizing that it was her own blood.

That was the scene that Shane walked into, Jake beating Ron and heaving with excitement. Shane did not even remember how she got across the room. One moment she was standing at the doorway shell-shocked and the next she was pulling Jake off Ron.

Shanes thin frame was of course no match for Jakes bulky frame. Jake shrugged Shane off him, sending her crashing to the dresser on the otherside of the room. However her presence alone succeeded to get Jakes attention away from Ron.

Jake looked on and laughed as Shane struggled to get onto her feet. You like that Shane? There is more where that comes from, he leered at her.

The look in her eyes however stopped him cold. She has always looked at him with such hate. The intensity in her eyes always made him uncomfortable. No matter how many times he beat her she would never look at him in fear; she might close her eyes awaiting the next blow but she always dished it back with her eyes. Those piercing eyes could see into his soul and reflect it back at him. He could never get excited from beating Shane. That was why he only succeeded at beating at her and nothing else. Shane was a challenge that he will overcome or so he vowed.

Shane used the dresser as leverage and got to her feet. She walked slowly toward Jake, her gaze was unflinching. Shane has schooled herself to never show fear to these ***** for they feed on fear. They enjoyed it, craved it, and get off on it. After that first time, Shane has vowed never to show her fear again. A weapon, she thought. I need a weapon. Shane quickly scanned the sparse room for anything but came up short. Fucked!!! And there was no way that she was going to leave this room with Ron here by herself.

When she got closed enough, Jake backhanded her. Her head snapped back painfully. Blood dripped down her nose but Shane did not even bother to wipe it away. She spit at Jake. She was not going to back down this time; Ron needed her.

Jake took another swig of the whiskey bottle but found that it was empty. *****, Im no where drunk enough to get pass those eyes, he thought. Maybe I will surprise her one of these days and gorge out those eyes. He laughed evilly at that thought. To Shane he said, You got luck this time, waving the empty whiskey bottle, but dont worry this is far from finish.

Shane watched Jake intently as he stepped out of the room. The moment he passed the doorway, Shane ran to shut the door and dragged the dresser across. Hopefully that will keep him out, she thought.

Shane heard a whimper from the bed and hurriedly ran to Rons side. What she saw made her wanted to cry. Rons cheeks were already starting to swell up. Blood was drying up at a small gash on her forehead. Her lips were cut and have become puffy. Im so sorry Ron. Im sorry that I was not here sooner to stop him. Its all my fault. You should not be here, and I know that now.

As long as you are here to hold me, I will be fine Shane. Just hold me? Ron touched Shanes face lovingly.

Always Ron. Always. Shane held Ron throughout that night. Watching the sun rose slowly starting another day, Shane thought, I know what to do now.