Cory's pov
I logged off. I can't believe that got Shelby this mad. I got up, and I'm lucky, only have to walk a block. I run off to Shelby's house, and... the door is locked. I pound on the door.

"SHELBY!" I yelled.

No response. What I hear is a whip. Something. Like that. And a scream. I pound harder.

"LET ME IN!" I yelled.

I hear sobbing. I'm not doing this. I break down the door.

"CORY! HELP!"

"SHUT UP!"

"Please..."

I run upstairs. Shelby's in her room, shaking in the corner. There's a man with a whip.

"YOU STUPID BITCH!" I tackled him.

This guy try's to whip me. I grab his hand.

"A R E Y O U H U R T I N G S H U B S ?" He was going to pay.

"So what? So. What. She's a bitch. A bitch." He spat. I could still hear Shelby sobbing.

"Y O U A R E G O I N G T O P A Y F O R H U R T I N G M Y S H U B S ." I had one thing on my mind: Death.

I starts to punch him. I keep going. I didn't stop. I broke his arm.

"YOU DESERVE TO DIE!" I yelled.

I continued. I reached for his neck. I was ending him. He would die. I felt someone hugged me.

"What?" I asked.

"C-Cory... please... don't..." Shelby begged.

I wanted to kill him. But this is Shubs. My Shubs. I dropped him.

"Is this your house?" I asked.

"No..." Shelby mumbled.

"It's ok. Let's go. Ok?" I smiled.

"Ok..." And we walked out.