Authors Note: RAPE! I feel that should be specified now, I mean it's not graphic (just implied)…well not yet, it may later, I'm not sure. Anyways I was watching Drake&Josh and I just played this whole story out in my head and just decided to type it out for some reason. If things are spelled wrong deal, it's like 2:00am right now. Some things may be wrong, like names, but besides that I think I got the characters right. Anyways enjoy and REVIEW and I may continue, I'll think about it, if you give me some ideas. XSmiles in a singsong voiceX I killed all my authers notes and got there names right and andI found out how to spell the evil word (if you were here before you would know)

Thanks for all the reviews. Love to Silent December, Love your story, and thank you Elayna Fournierfor the advice, there was no offence at all. Thanks to everyone else who reviewed too.

Disclaimer: I don't own Drake and Josh; if I did it would be called "Josh" because Drake would be my sex slave.

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Something With a Twisted Name

(Never the same after)

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It was the night; at least, that was what it was called everyday after that. It was called the night the day after, the week after, the month after, years and years after. That night, that faithful night, that twisted horrid night filled with a scream no one heard or cared to acknowledge. In the bitter cold of that night he was broken…

Josh huffed loudly as he made his way down for breakfast. This wasn't such an unusual thing; the unusual thing was the lack of a cranky guitarist puttering in after him.

"I can't believe he stayed out All Night." Shouted Josh, opening the kitchen door.

"Me neither, just wait till that boy gets home…" Josh felt a shiver run up his spine at his mother's threat, however justified it was.

There mother, after much begging on Drakes part had agreed to allow the boy to go to a party that night, a school night at that only after promising to be home before 12, and while Josh knew Drake wasn't that smartest boy, this was beyond him, at the very least Drake could have called.

Audreylet out another aggravated sigh, the fifth one this morning if you had been counting. "When you see Drake at school tell him to eat his last meal." She declared as she handed the boy his lunch for school.

Little did they know, little did anyone know that at this very second a boy was making his way to school too, and while most kids make they way to school their thought are along the lines of, 'damn, I didn't do my homework,' 'I never finished that report.' 'Mrs. Matthews test is going to kill me,' this boy was thinking none of those things. The only thing going through his head was one word, a name, 'Josh Josh Josh Josh Josh Josh'

He tripped and stumbled every few steps, as if the act of walking was killing him. His arms were wrapped around himself tightly, clinging almost, he wasn't wearing shoes, his body was shaking, although you couldn't tell. His lip was bleeding, as were his knuckles and other places you couldn't see. He looked broken, he was broken. Not the 'got beat up' broken, not the 'broke up with my girlfriend' broken, no, it was the real broken, the broken you can never heal from, the broken that kills you on the inside and never stops waking you up at night in a cold sweat. When you got broken like this, you never heal, you die this way.

As he made his way down the deserted hallway of his school, soon would the world witness just how broken the soul of this poor boy was.

Josh was in his 4th period class of the day racked with both worry and annoyance, he had yet to see Drake all day, and the seat he was suppose to have right next to him was empty. Even if Miss. Noris's (A/N the teacher that hateshim)class was hell for him, and he tended to skip it you'd think he'd come to see Josh and ask about their mom and dad.

Little did he know that at the very moment, with the sudden opening of the classroom door that Josh's worrying would exceed tenfold.

The broken boy from the street looked on into the classroom with a shocking amount of fear in his eyes.

'Need Josh, Josh make better need make better need Josh', his fingers twisting around the wooden frame of the door, shaking. 'Hurts. Hurts so bad.'

"Drake?" Josh was out of his seat before he could really register what was happening. All he knew was at this moment his brother was standing in the doorway looking like a deer in headlights. "Drake what's-"

Before the baffled boy could get the question out of his mouth his arms were full of a shaking Drake, his fingers taking to Josh's shirt as they had for that door, clinging desperately.

"Make it better…it hurts so much…please…" Josh could hardly understand a word Drake said, he at the moment couldn't understand a thing about Drake, all he knew to do was wrap his arms around the shaking boy, the tremors of which were getting worst by the second.

What was wrong with his brother, why was he acting this way? All the scratches and bruises, there's was no way he could have missed the purple and green marked that marred the boy, all the color seemed to gather around the boys wrists.

"Drake?" The green eyed boy had no idea what to do. He looked to Miss. Noris, and was surprised to see that she had her arms wrapped around herself.

You see, she knew, looking at Drake she knew, and even worst, she remembered- 'it was late, her parents would be so mad at her for staying out so late. She hurried along until she heard a voice stopping her in her tracks, "Well aren't you pretty"'- she shook her head, looking onto the boy in Josh's arms who looked about ready to shatter into tears, to fall into the arms of safety.

'No' she thought, 'I can't, if the whole school knows there's no telling what may happen, I need to get him out of here'. She didn't want to yell at him, she didn't, but it was the only way.

This would hurt him, she knew it.

"Finally." She spoke loudly and with as much braver as she could muster, "I was just waiting for when you'd finally get what was coming to you."

She winced at the sound of her own voice, Drake looked onto her with fear, unmarketable fear, pulling himself closer into Josh, as if if he tried hard enough he could crawl into him, and as much as it broke her heart to do this, she knew she had to. She reached out and took one of Drake's wrists, almost crying out at the burses that disfigured them, pulling him away from his anchor and to the door. Drake reached for Josh again, but Miss. Noris held tight, pulling him.

"Fighting in school, well that's clause for suspension." She made sure everyone in the class heard her before she closed the door, she didn't, no, couldn't even look at him as she literally dragged him into the nurses office, once that door too was closed she let the boy go, with no way of ever getting the boy back, as much as she wanted to hold him and tell him it was going to be okay, she was the enemy to him, she was pain.

Drake moved as far always from the women, his unrecognizable eyes dogging about the room. It was wrong, 'no NO not safe not safe Josh Josh Josh help not safe want safe hurts hurts make it stop Josh Josh.'

"JOSH!" Drake screamed at the top of his lungs, that is if you can that wretched sound that came out of his throat a scream. No, no scream wasn't that right word for it, it deserver a twisted name, something that Bible uses, something you hear in the forest in the black of the night, it was as if he had swallowed all the pain of the world and was vomiting it all back up, it was that sort of noise.

Miss. Noris put a hand over her mouth and felt tears fall down her face at the sight of the boy on the floor that had crawled into the corner, his heels digging and pushing into the floor, propelling himself as far back into the wall as he could get, his fingernails scraping against the tiles desperately. Shaking his head from side to side in jerking movements, mouth still open, screaming.

Luckily Josh, if want to call it that, in all his confuse had followed them, it was obvious that Drake had been in more than just a fight, and let his anger at Miss. Noris disappear as he ran to his brothers side.

Drakes eyes dilated as they found Josh next to him again, this time there was no measure to the grip Drake set on Josh's shirt, 'wouldn't let go again, never ever again Josh safe, safe now…safe now?'

Drake looked up at the boy, eyes filled with unspilled tears and uncertainty. "Safe now?"

Josh's heart broke. "Yes, yes your safe now, I'm here Drake, you're okay now, I promise," he contused to whisper sweet nothings to the boy until it was drowned out by the boys sobs, throat ripping body jerking sobs.

"It's okay, shhhhh." He rocked back and forth one the floor.

But it wasn't, it was far from okay, and it would never be okay, not ever, it would be wrong, always and forever, but what would you say? That's just what you say when you know it's not going to be okay, never was there a lie quite as big as this that ever passed Josh's lips, ever.

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