Safe and Sound

by Stephaniecrow9

What if Shane died in Black Dawn? There would have been the usual grieve and sadness from his friends. But not this time. As far as Claire, Eve and Michael know... Shane didn't die. But Shane was dead. What happens when there are now two Shanes? The dead one and new one? How far would 'new Shane' take his hatred for Claire? Can old Shane stop it before Claire gets badly hurt? R&R!

3. Monster

Safe and Sound.

Chapter 3

Shane's POV

I gripped my sisters ghostly hand tightly as we entered The Glass House. My home. But not anymore. It hasn't been my home for six months. It looked different. Someone had decorated.

I look down at my sister, who was giving me a wary look. She squeezed my hand and we swayed into the living room. There...wait...

Michael sat on the sofa, shouting at the TV and fiddling with the playstation controller in his hand. Next to him, Shane Collins did the same.
"The fuck..." I stare at myself and Michael. It looked so normal. So easily believable. But how could I be there and here at the same time? Where was Claire?

"The house saved you hunny." My mum put her hand on my shoulder, giving me an apologetic look. "But they saved the back side of you and nothing else."
"What're you talking about?"
"To them... you just got hurt. But now, you're fine. Everything is normal. But not for you and Claire."
"Why? What happened to me and Claire? Did we break up? Please don't tell me we broke u-"
"Shane!" My sister whines. "I didn't remember you asking so many questions when we were little! Just watch!"

What was this, A fucking Christmas Carol?

Alyssa took me into the kitchen. There she was. My beautiful girl. My wife. My everything. My life.

But she didn't look right. It was in the way she moved... she didn't seem like Claire.

Then she turned around. Her face was tear streaked. She wore plain clothes and her hair was up in a casual pony tail. She looked scared. Fragile. She was cooking dinner. Why was she so upset if everything was the same?

Then I found out. I watched myself walk into the kitchen and lock the door. When did we get locks on the kitchen door?
Claire jumps and grips the kitchen counter. Shane looks her up and down and folds his arms. I watched myself creep over to her. I didn't look right either. I looked way too tense for a slacker.

"You sure like taking your time." I whisper in her ear. Her back was too me and I was way too close to her. Too close in a bad way.

"It's nearly done." Claire chokes. Her knuckles were turning white from the grip on the counter.
"I'm this close to losing my shit with you Claire." I watch as I grip my hands either side of her waist. Way too hard.

"I didn't do anything." Claire cries. She looked so broken, so lost. Tears ran down her face constantly.

"Your such a fucking slut, Claire-Bear." I grab her waist and throw her to the ground.

"NO!" The new me screams. Alyssa tries holding me back. What the fuck was the bastard doing?! That wasn't me. It was just someone who looked like me. I would never do that to her.

"You're just a slutty whore who is getting fucking nowhere with her life." I kick her in the ribs as she rolls onto her side. "Get up and finish making dinner before Michael comes in." And with that, I walk out of the room, shutting the kitchen door behind me.

Who the fuck am I?!

I know its a short chapter but I wanted it to be a bit tense :) Please review! xx