"Did you see Shane and Lynn this morning?" the tall blonde man asked his wife as he made his way into the kitchen.

"Uh… no. Aren't they up in their room?"

"No. I was just knocking and no one answered. So I opened the door and there was no one there, so I figured they were down here."

"No I haven't seen them this morning." Steph said before going back to reading the paper that was sitting on the table.

"They left earlier before everyone woke up. I just got off the phone with Shane," Linda said walking into the kitchen and straight to the coffee pot. "He said something about wanting to get home as early as possible."

"Oh." Paul turned to make his way out of the kitchen, after receiving that information.

"Paul."

He halted his exit, and turned to his wife, "Yeah, baby?"

"Where are you going?"

"I'm just gonna take a shower and get dressed. I want to get back home early."

"Oh alright. I'll make you some breakfast. You can eat before we leave."

"Okay, thanks baby. I shouldn't be too long."

Paul's mind wandered as he made his way back to the bedroom that he and his wife had stayed in the night before. His mind reverted back to the previous night and what he had overheard in Shane and Lynn's room. He found it sort of suspicious that right after hearing that, they were gone before everyone woke up that morning. That whole wanting to get back home early was a bunch of bullshit on Shane's part and Paul knew it. It was time to do some investigating. He would deal with this Shane shit later, because deep down he knew something was up with his sister and brother-in-law. In the mean time he was just going to let the warm water from the shower relax and calm his mind and body.

"Do you think that Shane and Lynn are having problems?" Paul asked his wife, whom was currently looking through a rack of blouses. She had once again talked him into taking her shopping. As soon as the plane landed, she pulled him quickly through the airport and straight to their awaiting limo. Then off to the mall they went.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean has Lynn said anything or hinted at her and Shane having any problems, like arguing a lot or fighting or something like that?"

"No," she was now intrigued as she eyed her husband suspiciously, "Why do you ask?"

"Well last night, I could have sworn that I heard her and Shane arguing."

"So what… we argue all the time Paul. We still love each other. At least I hope we do?" Paul laughed as his wife eyed him again with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course I love you baby. You know that."

"You better… or else I'll tell my daddy and he'll make your life a living hell."

"Awe, I love it when you talk so sweetly to me, Stephy." Stephanie snorted in response to her husband's sarcastic retort.

"Whatever, Mr. Levesque," she quickly went back to sorting through the rack of clothes, "Do you like this shirt baby. Be honest."

"Baby, I like anything that you wear, but I love everything that you don't wear." He winked at her as she blushed and playfully shoved him.

"Why is your mind always in the gutter?"

"Maybe because I have an amazingly stunning and gorgeous wife with a killer body…" Paul trailed off and grinned wickedly.

"Is that so, Mr. Levesque?"

"Yes, that's so, Mrs. Levesque."

"That's McMahon-Levesque to you, Mister."

"Does it matter?"

"Yes it does matter. Why shouldn't it?"

"It shouldn't matter because when I get you naked and start working my magic on you, you call me daddy. So why should I call you by Vince's last name, when you're calling me daddy every night?" He ducked as she threw a shirt at him.

"You're a pig, Paul."

He smirked at her pouting expression and pulled her into his arms. Lightly kissing her lips and massaging her back, he smiled win he finally garnered a smile from her.

"I love you, Mrs. Levesque."

"I love you to, Mr. Levesque."

The pair stood in each other's arms and shared Eskimo kisses, much to the chagrin of the other customers. Steph pulled back grinning. Paul glanced at the rack of blouses for a moment before pulling out a thin blouse with a slit starting from the neckline to right above the middle of the shirt. Stephanie's cleavage would be more than evident in the blouse, and Paul knew it.

"I really like this one baby." Stephanie eyed the shirt in amusement.

"Paul, do you know how much cleavage would be exposed if I wore that?"

The blonde man smirked and wriggled his eyebrows, "Yep, that's why I picked it out."

"You are too much."

"That's why you can't handle me. I'm too much for you."

"Yeah… right." He lightly grabbed her arm as she turned to walk off.

"Why don't I help you try this on in the dressing room?"

"For what?"

"So that I can take it off and explore the body beneath it."

"Are you insinuating that you want to have a quickie in the dressing room?"

"What if I am?"

"Then you've got yourself a deal, daddy."

"Mmm… I love it when you call me that. Let's go so I can hear it over and over again."

The brunette led her husband by his hand towards the dressing room. She just hoped that no one would hear them, because while she knew she could be loud, her husband was louder.

"Lynn!" Shane called as he walked through the front door to his East Manhattan Mansion.

"Yes?"

"Where are you?"

"I'm in the kitchen." She tensed slightly when she felt his hand on her lower back. He had been quiet ever since the previous night after he had beaten the crap out her at his parents' house. The vindictive asshole had awakened at 5:00 am that morning, and she was still tired since the baby had been up since then. As soon as they got home, Shane showered and was out the door without a word. This was the first she had seen of him since that morning. He smelled like liquor and cheap perfume, as usual. She almost vomited at the thought of what slut he had screwed earlier that day before coming back home to her.

"I see you're cooking. What's for dinner?"

"Parmesan Chicken."

"It smells good."

She remained quiet.

"Why haven't you looked at me yet, Lynn?"

"I just want to finish this and get it in the oven so that you can eat before you shower and get ready for bed."

She remained fixated on preparing the food.

"Turn around, Lynn." She put down the knife that she had been using to chop up the onions and tomatoes. When she turned around she was met with a dozen pink roses and a box of chocolate.

He really thought it was this easy. He had blackened her left eye and slightly closed her right eye. Yet he still thought it was this easy. He had swollen her lip and left jaw. Yet he thought it was this easy. Her nose still ached from him punching her so hard in it last night. Yet he still thought it was this easy. Her ribs still ached if she moved to sharply or quickly, which resulted from him kicking her so hard in them last night. She had spent the better part of the night and even this morning after waking up, throwing up blood after he had kicked her roughly in her stomach the previous night. Yet he still thought it was this easy. He had spit on her, in her face. Yet he stood here with a stupid ass smile on his face, expecting for it to be this easy. Her temper had been in check the entire time since last night. However, as she watched this man… this man whom she loved with all of her heart, stand here and offer her roses and flowers as if they had merely had a slight argument, when in reality he had beat the living shit out of her, she felt her resolve leave her.

"You think it's this easy, Shane!"

"Lynn, I'm so sorry for what I did last night. I didn't mean it."

"Fuck you, Shane!"

"What?"

"I said fuck you, asshole!" she screamed right in his face, "You are a pathetic piece of shit, you sick fucker!" she slapped the flowers and chocolate out of his hand.

"Lynn, you really need to calm down."

"Or what you fucking bitch?" she challenged loudly in the heir's face. "You're a pathetic weak little pussy, Shane Brandon McMahon!"

"Lynn, I think you better refrain yourself before you make me do something that I regret."

"What more can you do you to me you fucking idiot?" she was shoving him now. "You're a weak and useless man. Actually you're not even a man, you're a little bitch!"

Lynn's body hit the floor with a thud. Her right jaw was throbbing. He had punched her so hard that the blood was coming out in puddles. It wasn't until she looked down and saw the white pieces on the ground that she realized he had knocked some of her teeth out. She went to get up, but he kicked her swiftly in her ribs, even harder than last night, if that were even possible. A sharp pain gripped her ankle as he grabbed her by her ankle and began to drag her up the stairs, allowing her head to bounce off of each step with a sickly thud. She could feel herself losing consciousness. Her first piece of comfort came when she felt herself land on what must have been their bed. Through her blurred vision, she could vaguely make out her husband closing their bedroom door.

He flipped her over onto her back. He was loosening his belt and his pants, and her heart began to thud in her chest. She only hoped that he was not about to do what she thought he was about to do. Her hopes diminished when she felt his hands working on her jeans. Before she knew what was happening she was naked and so was he. With a strength that came from out of nowhere, she began to fight back.

"Get off of me, Shane!" she was pushing, screaming, and swinging at him with all of her might. She was trying desperately to get away before he did the very last thing that he could do to break her completely. However, she was not as strong as he was and he over powered her. He held both of her hands above her head by her wrist with his right hand, as he used his left one to guide himself into her.

"Ow!" she cried out. She didn't want this, and since she had not been aroused, she was not wet, and his entrance had hurt. She was hoping against hopes that there was no tearing after he had finished… ra… ra… raping her. He began to aggressively pound into her without any care. She cried out repeatedly as he abused her body in a way that was even worse than his constant previous abuse. At least his previous abuse caused a physical hurt. What he was currently doing to her caused more than just a physical hurt, it was going to cause her a long term mental and emotional hurt. A hurt that would never go away or heal over. This was not a hurt that she could cover up with make-up. This hurt would never leave her, because it was imbedded in her heart and soul. She now knew that she disliked… hated… despised the man currently above her slowly breaking whatever else she had left of herself.

"Shane please stop this. Please don't continue with this. Please let me keep some of my sanity. I'm sorry for whatever I did and said. I was wrong. Please…" Her sobbed pleas were met with even stronger and harder thrusts, as the McMahon heir grunted above her. His thrusts never slowed or eased, they only got harder and more severe over time. Until he finally let out a guttural groan as he emptied himself into her and allowed himself to collapse on top of her, crushing her in the process.

The baby began to cry, and Shane rolled off of his wife and stood up. He dressed himself and grabbed his car keys.

"Lynn, get your ass up and go and check on that baby before I beat your ass again. That kid probably isn't even mine, considering what a slut you are. You're so fucking lazy. I don't even know why I married your sorry ass. You're beneath me and your brother is far beneath my baby sister. I don't know what she sees in that asshole. I can't believe my family got so tied up into yours. Get the fuck up and handle that baby… and dinner better be ready when I get back. I'm going to get a drink. I'll be back in a few." Without another word he was gone.

She heard the door close behind him, and when she heard his car speed out of the driveway, she slowly made her way to her feet. She began to get dressed as she heard her baby screaming. Without even thinking she went into her closet and grabbed her suitcase. She began to fill the suitcase up with clothes. Her body was moving of its own volition. Once she finished with her stuff, she made her way into her baby's room. Before she even took into account what was going on, her bags were packed and she was on her way down the stairs with her and her baby's diaper bag in one hand and a car seat in the other.

"What the hell are you doing?"

The blonde woman froze as she looked up and met her husband's eyes. She didn't reply. Slowly she made her way back up the stairs, as she watched her husband advance towards her. Once she reached the top, she sat the car seat down.

"I asked you a question."

She remained silent.

"I forgot my wallet and had to come back to get it, and it's a good thing I did, because what do I find when I walk through the door to my home? My wife getting ready to take my baby and leave me. Without so much as a goodbye." The burly man finally reached the top of the stairs. "Are you trying to piss me off, because you seem to be succeeding at that a lot lately?"

She remained silent.

Shane's head whipped to the side in a flash. The blood poured from his mouth. She had slapped him across the face. Shane grabbed her by her arms and slammed her up against the hallway wall near the top of the stairs. As she finally got loose from his grip, she punched him in his face with all of her strength.

Then, acting on impulse and anger, Shane grabbed his wife by her arms and through her harshly down the stairs…