Chapter 2
“Put on ya best clothes.”
Shane had just walked in the door from work.
“My best clothes?”
“Yes,” growled Tyler. “Ya fuckin’ deaf or something?”
Shane undressed and had a quick shower, all the while wondering why he’d been ordered to put on his best clothes. As he towelled himself dry, he glanced into the bathroom mirror, at the small bruise on his cheek and the other under his eye, where Tyler had struck him the night before. He had concealer, but it would take too long to put it on properly.
Tyler was waiting, and the longer Tyler had to wait, the angrier he would grow.
With his hair brushed and his best clothes on, he returned to Tyler, who was in the living room.
“Where are we going?” he asked timidly.
Tyler looked him up and down. “You’ll see.”
“You look nice,” he s
