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A/N: I know, I know, my updates aren't as frequent, but I am actually studying (insert shocked face) be proud of me people! Now I'm taking a break from Mel drama and coming back to Lily drama, just to annoy ye to no end :D

Shane's P.O.V

It had been a good two weeks since the Lily / Wes breakup and I figured it was time to act, even though Wes was still in the 'depressed' stage... but I'm sure he'd get over it. I smiled to myself, time to commence with the evil plans...

Lily's P.O.V

I was so, so, so angry at Wes!

Okay I wasn't... I was angry at that scoundrel Shane, who had managed to wrap Wes around his little finger – I could kill him!

But when it came to my feelings about Wes, I just felt betrayed and like I needed a tub of cookie dough ice-cream and something to rip to pieces, but I knew that if he knocked on the door right now and apologized that I would take him back without a second thought... but that pretty much only happened in movies, shame...

I need girl time, but Wanda and Mel had gone to a wedding for the weekend and I wasn't about to confront Lacey with my problems. She was great if you wanted payback or to play a prank or even gate crashing a wild house party but soppy, girl problems weren't on her list of expertise. She just wasn't that type of girl.

My mom and dad were on their anniversary holiday and I didn't want to ruin it for them with my typical teenage heartbreak problems. I could go to Wes' grandma and tell her about Shane, she'd be really helpful and through with getting rid of him but that would lead to Wes never for forgiving me and Mrs. White may possibly send him off to boarding school – neither options were desirable. Of course I could go to the cops and tell them all about Shane and what he was getting up to, and they probably would believe me due to his previous record but I had no proof and he couldn't be convicted on my word alone.

My thoughts broke as I heard a knock on the door. I clasped my hands together as I made way to the door, praying that, by some small chance, that this might be one of those nice movie moments, but was sorely disappointed when I opened the door... on the front step stood the postman.

"Here you go miss!" He handed me a bouquet of a dozen red roses. I held them in my hands confused.

"Umm... thank-you," I told him closing the door. Who would send me roses? Not Wes he was more of the secret messages or chocolates guy, he didn't believe in giving things that withered away in a couple of days. Maybe there was a card? I looked around and indeed there was but before I could read it another knock came to the door. Probably the postman to tell me that he'd gotten the wrong address.

I walked to the door, carrying the roses along with me. I opened it softly, only to reveal the one person that I wanted off the face of the earth, Shane. I quickly went to close the door on him, but he wedged his foot in between the door and the frame.

"Aren't you going to thank me for the roses?" He said with an unattractive smirk on his face. I took a glance at the card and indeed he had signed it with his name. I was instantly filled with disgust and quickly reacted in the best way I could... I threw the roses at him and hit him square in the face, showering him in rose petals. Apparently, much to my disappointment, he had been expecting something like this to happen.

He spat out some of the red, silky petals from his mouth and grabbed my arm. If I had been a second faster I would have gotten the satisfaction of slamming his fingers in the door but no such luck.

"Now, now, Lily, that is no way to treat someone who buys you flowers." He said snidely.

"Your right," I agreed, speaking for the first time. "But you're not an ordinary person." I hissed, "And I believe that you deserve worse." And with that I kneed him right where it hurt, harsh, but still...

He groaned and fell over and I attempted to leg it but apparently I hadn't hurt him as much as I'd hoped. He grabbed my ankle with a steel grip and tripped me – that ended with a hard fall onto the tiles, I was pretty sure that I may have cracked a bone or two but it sure knocked the breath out of me.

As soon as I recovered from the shock of the fall, I was filled with adrenaline, which was preventing me from feeling the effects of the fall and the pain that was sure to come until later. Meanwhile, Shane was still on the floor yet keeping a steady grip on my ankle, as if he was attempted to crush it into tiny fragments. I gave a powerful kick, aiming for his face but I didn't succeed, and ended up giving him enough anger to make him forget about the pain and he began to rise while I remained on the floor. I fearfully began to try and levitate myself from the cold floor. I managed it after a few long seconds but the tiles had become my enemy and I slipped in an attempt to run, once again knocking all my breath from me – but this time I was sure I'd broken something.

While I was concentrating on this and trying to push my fear of Shane away (which didn't work) Shane had walked slowly up to me, enjoying the fact that he was in the position to do anything and that I was paralysed with pain and unable to move since the adrenaline had worn off.

He was now looming just above me and as I looked into his eyes, it seemed that his pupil had swallowed his iris, leaving him with coal black eyes. Any residue of the arrogant, cocky guy was gone and had been replaced with an evil villain with a matching pure evil smile. And I was truly scared, and then he lunged...

Shane's P.O.V

I stared down at the unconscious body that I had just attacked. There was blood everywhere and although I couldn't remember clearly what happened, only glimpse and flashes, I knew that it was me that had done this, due to the fact that there was matching blood all over my hands and small spatters on the sleeves of my jumper.

My hands lingered above the phone trying to decide whether I should call the emergency service or not... The monster in my told me not to unless I wanted to go to rehab or even worse prison. I shuddered at the thought. The other side of me told me to call, lest she could die, and her blood would be on my hands, both literally and figuratively. But was it worth easing my consciousness, just to be rewarded by being send back to that place? Of course I could always make an anonymous call, but if Lily woke up and remembered... no I couldn't risk it, my dark side had won. I walked out of that house, and left her alone...