Chapter 5

His musings were interrupted by a kick in the leg. He looked at Tyler, who had a face like thunder. “Stop it!” he snarled.

Shane’s mood plummeted. What had he done wrong? He was only being polite. He dared steal another glance at Tyler, who was glaring daggers at him. All sorts of dark thoughts flooded his mind, and suddenly, his appetite vanished without a trace.

“There we go,” said Michael, placing a basket of lightly toasted bread rolls on the table, along with a small dish of butter. “How’s the food? Everyone got everything they need?”

“Yes,” mumbled Shane, taking care not to look at Michael lest he upset Tyler. Although, he suspected he was already in for a beating when they got home.

The conversation flowed, at least between Tyler and Michael. Michael was doing his best to include Shane in the conversation, but all Shane could think about was the beating he was going to get. With every mouthful, he was feeling more and more ill.