DUN. DUN. DUN DUN…XD! Dramatic music effect. :3

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Chapter Nine – Love's Quarrel Part 3

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That morning, Jeff stretched towards the window and stared back at Shannon who was pressing his head towards the pillow, looking sick. "…can I…can I talk to Mike alone?" he simply asked.

Jeff nodded his head, leaving the room and telling everyone to leave with him, leaving only Mike and Shannon alone in the room, making sure to shut the door behind them. Lightening struck…and the dark room was laminated by the soft streak of the blue ray that hit against flesh.

Mike stared at Shannon. "What do you want from me? Where in fuck's name where you? And was Adam telling the truth? That he found you at an ally?"

Shannon blinked and then shook his head. "Adam…Adam kidnapped me…" his voice was weak and fragile. "And then he took me to his house, locked me up in the basement and he…hurt me…"

Mike laughed. "Hurt you? What'd he do? One slap? One hit? Why should it matter to me?"

Shannon took off the white seat of the hospital cot and the thunder clapped along, the lightening showing off the flesh…and Shannon pulled his shirt off to expose the horrifying scars that had formed because of it all. Mike stared at them for a while before he shook his head. "That's nothing, bitch. Nothing at all."

Shannon just stared as Mike took off his own shirt and a gasp escaped Shannon's lips. "Mikey…"

Mike was covered in scars, too many on his back, and shoulders, and a huge one on his stomach along with small cuts that seemed to be healing slowly and the most of the left side of his body was burned… "This is why I quit wrestling." Mike crossed his arms. "Not 'cause I'm scared."

Shannon's hand touched at Mike's flesh. "God…Mikey…" tears blurred Shannon's vision. "How?"

"…does it matter?" Mike snapped. "All it matters is that I don't start crying around 'cause of it. I refuse to be weak because of it."

Shannon just stared at him. "It hurts."

"…yeah, it hurts. It all fucking hurts. It hurts so damn much that I forgot to care about it…" Mike cupped Shannon's face, 'listen to me, you don't know what real pain is…nope, not now. You won't know it until you've been through what I've been through…I know that Adam raped you."

"…and that doesn't classify as pain?" Shannon's voice was breakable.

"…the damage he did to you wasn't as bad as mine. And you should just be grateful for that. It could be worse. Hell, I should know…" Mike bit down his lower lip. "Guess who's the amazing guy who did this to me?"

"…I dunno." Shannon whispered.

"I said guess."

Shannon shook his head, tears spilling… "I'm scared. Please, Mike…"

"Stop fucking crying. You're too weak to be a guy, you know that, right? Why do you let what I say get to you? If I told you that you were a fat bitch, you'd care…"

Shannon gasped.

"…Hell, right now, I can tell you all your flaws. That you have too wide of hips, that your ass seems like my mother's and she gave birth, and that you're so damn weak that it irks me to know that someone can be so childish…and then there's the very fact that I think you're just a plain idiot. You're stupid and careful about everything…you don't take any fucking risk—and you're just plain boring. And I don't think you've ever even heard of beer and you seem too scared to even lift a cigarette. Ha. So childish of you…I know all your faults and I can see them. And you let this go to you, why?"

Shannon looked down, tears slowly spilling from his eyes… "Just stop it. Please."

"Stop being so weak." Mike snapped. "Nobody's gonna stop acting like a jackass just 'cause you start bawling your fucking eyes out. I don't care if your lungs are swelling and if your heart may be failing…I don't care because I don't and that makes me strong to know that I won't care for anyone but myself."

"That's selfishness!" Shannon exclaimed.

"…yeah, you say that now, in front of me but inside, you're thinking something else." Mike said, lifting Shannon's face and staring into his eyes, before he turned his head away. "I've had people hurt me before, you know this, Shannon…I refuse to be weak."

"…who hurt you, Mike?"

Mike turned his head around, smirking at him. "You really wanna know?"

Shannon nodded his head.

Mike sat down beside Shannon, 'Matt did this to me."

Shannon just at him, starting to hyperventilate and Mike laughed. "Ha. It's not a joke, remember that." Mike bit down his lower lip. "You may have not noticed, but do you remember Matt's flight to Italy?"

"…yeah. Me and Jeff were at Spain and we stayed there for two months. Matt went to Italy for two weeks and then left. We met up after a month and two weeks again…why?" Shannon asked.

"…ha. He came back so fucking high…he started drinking so much that he didn't know what he was doing and he did rape me and he did love hitting me…and I cared and that was my biggest mistake. I don't care about what he says anymore. The fucking Hardy bitch. I guess in some way, he shaped me…but that's after he tore off half my back…and then one time, he just broke down and for once, I was the strong one. He said he wanted to quit getting high. And I told him what he did to me…then he just started crying so bad…he didn't think he can be so bad.

"And then there's the fact that he didn't want you to see him like this. So I helped him quit and I suffered through the pain of his mistakes. And I REFUSE to do that for anyone else. That month and two weeks were Hell for me. He'd wake me up by throwing me off the bed, like I wake you up and the things he said…yeah, I'm trying you the exact same way because you need to change. I'm doing this for your own fucking good…"

Shannon looked down. "But look at me…I'm a mess…"

"And I still don't care. I don't care if you feel like you're dying through this all. In the end, what doesn't fucking kill you Shannon does in fact make you stronger."

Shannon cowered into his place, burying his head into his pillow.

"It doesn't matter that Adam raped you. It doesn't matter whatever in Hell's name he said…just try being an actual guy…you don't know what pain is, Shannon and just fucking accept that, would you?"

Shannon nodded his head.

"Fine."

Mike stepped out, leaving Shannon to stare at the floor, cowering as Jeff walked in. "Oh My God! What did he say?! Shanny, are you okay?" Jeff knelt down towards him, embracing him and then kissing his cheek. "God, Shanny…"

"It doesn't matter anymore." Shannon's voice was frail and weak. "Nothing matters anymore."

"Oh God no…"

Angeline walked in, followed by Caroline. "How's our baby?" Caroline asked, staring straight at Shannon's tearstained face.

"…I'm fine." Shannon hesitated before answering.

"The Doctors gave him some medication that should clear up the swelling but if not…then they gotta result to drastic measures." Jeff whispered, shuddering. "I hope that doesn't happen."

Caroline nodded her head. Angeline sat beside her son and ruffled through his hair, 'God, he looks so tired…did you sleep well, baby?"

Shannon nodded his head, turning to one side.

"Do you want to go to sleep now?" Angeline asked but Shannon shook his head and he flipped back towards his side, to vomit violently onto the floor, his head spinning and he felt like he was going to faint again. "Oh baby! Is he alright—?"

"It's just a side effect from the medication he's been dating." The Doctor said, walking in, and staring at Shannon. "I think he won't need anything too drastic yet. The medication seems to be working…he may be getting more tired but he's breathing rate's better. He just needs more food when you get home."

Caroline nodded her head. "Okay. How long until we can take him home?"

"Maybe a day or so."

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When Shannon was home, the first thing he did was fall asleep.

He had everything on his head right now—Mike went to the organization without him and explained that Shannon was in the hospital, which said that all was fine and they had their first ever kill tomorrow—Drew McIntyre…and they were being paid by the guy that wanted him dead.

Adam.

Shannon shuddered. Drew probably had nothing to do with Adam, Adam probably just wanted to tick Shannon off…and he kept on shuddering every time he thought of killing Drew but they needed the points to graduate from the school and they'd still be keeping an eye on them. If they had an affair and Mike said if they got their performance better, they might break this deal of them even having to be married—that they could go back to dating. There was a spark in Mike's eyes when he said this…Shannon just thought…was he really that horrible?

That morning, Shannon was woken up bright and early by Mike. "Hey, we're going food shopping. You're coming to."

Shannon didn't say anything as he got ready, stripping away from his dress into jeans and a black t-shirt before he followed Mike out the door. The house was empty then as they went out into the supermarket…and Shannon's heartbeat was worsening with every second as he walked through.

Mike and Shannon had reached out for a bottle of Pepsi at the same time, causing their eyes to stare at each other for moments before Mike noticed that Shannon was hyperventilating again.

Shannon had slowly fallen from his place, fainting into Mike's arms, and Mike stared down at the fallen boy. "Shit!" Mike swore.

"…what's going—OH MY GOD, SHANNON!" Jeff exclaimed, running towards him. "What happened?"

"I dunno. He was staring at me and then he fainted." Mike rolled his eyes, picking him up into a position. "Hey, you continue shopping and I'll take him back to the hospital. It's probably nothing! Hell, he may be too tired. You saw the fucking bitch yesterday…the first thing he did that night was sleep before he hit the pillow."

Mike walked out before he could hear anything else from them. He didn't want to put up with anyone's shit.

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Mike digested the information that was being given to him but he knew none of it was true. Mike walked into the room where Shannon was sitting on the chair now that he woke up. "The problem isn't that you didn't have enough sleep…it's the fact that that was the place that Adam kidnapped you."

Shannon slowly nodded his head. "I'm scared."

"Stop being so fucking scared! I told you! If you just expect fear to come to you, it's gonna…besides, what's so fucking scary about Adam? You can hit him if you want to. You're just too nice." Mike snapped at him, holding onto Shannon's thigh and pulling him towards himself, forcing their lips to mash together and Shannon slowly tried to back off. He wasn't ready for this! Mike knew that. Mike was doing this just to prove to Shannon that this all shouldn't matter…

Mike got on top of Shannon, continuing his small butterfly kisses as he slowly took off Shannon's shirt, staring at the demarked flesh. Mike smirked, slowly pulling off Shannon's pants, sliding them down slowly…just to make Shannon's heart beat twenty times harder as Mike quickly stripped, closing the door shut and then throwing Shannon towards the door, allowing their lips to meet once more before he pulled back, heavily breathing.

"Mike…please, I'm not ready for—"

"I'm not sorry and you're gonna learn from this, Shannon." Mike said before forcing himself inside of Shannon, pounding into him hard and his fingernails digging into Shannon's shoulders as he pressed him towards the door, almost breaking it down…then Mike kissed him, biting down Shannon's lower lip.

Shannon gasped as Mike's fingers hands slid down towards Shannon's waist and he dug his fingers into his sides, continuously biting onto Shannon's lip before he pulled back only to shove himself out of Shannon and pound right back in, he almost broke down the door by the impact of the two rebelling and Shannon, at that point, couldn't handle the pain so he tried to struggle and move away.

"You're only going hurt yourself more, bitch!" Mike snapped, not even bothering to hold him down as he pulled himself out and shoved him right back in as Shannon continued to struggle for a way to break free, hyperventilating and sweating. "…you're going to be an assassin, Shannon. If anyone can do this, then you'll be dead by our first assignment tonight."

Shannon pounded his hands at Mike's shoulder, pressing his head against his chest. "You're not even trying to hurt me…" Mike snickered.

"…I don't want to, Mike. You're close to me."

"…weak. Weak child."

Pounding him back into the door, Mike had let out his release, stickiness coated them and blood as well but Mike did not care at all as he pulled off and searching for his clothing while Shannon slid down towards the floor at the pain aching him and tears started gathering into his eyes.

"Don't cry. Cry is showing that you're weak. It's showing that you're an easy target."

Shannon let out a gasp and wiped the tears off his face.

"You're so easy to convince."

"…I like you more than you'll ever know, Mike." Shannon whispered, trying to wear his clothing again despite the pain and the blood. He was just glad that his pants were black, to complement his dark navy basketball-styled tank.

He rested his head on his own shoulder, trying to rest but Mike grabbed onto his arm and pulled him. "Dammit, Mikey…" Shannon whispered.

"Don't even start with me." Mike walked over towards the door and Shannon just stood there…had the damage that Matt had done in Mike was truly that bad? Shannon didn't say anything as he walked after Mike, slowly…even if he was pounding with searing pain. He tried not to think about it too much as his stomach churned and his head spun even more…

In minutes, they were in the car and Shannon could sleep all he wanted there.

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XD! I so love torturing Shan. :3

Dani: …-_- I'll eat him too.

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X Sam.