This is my new story with an OC character and her obsession with Drake, which is the only Mary Sueish thing about the character. That and her curly, short hair. Other then that she is just one of the messed up characters that I've created and I hope you guys will find her interesting!
OBSESSED
197 HOURS 07 MINUTES
'Drake, I've told you multiple times now; don't-beat-up-kids-who-haven't-done-anything-wrong,' Caine said through gritted teeth. His voice was still powerful and his look so familiar. Just like every police officer, teacher, parent, psychiatrist -damn, any adult- would give him.
'Who said they didn't deserve it?!' Drake shrieked at him with a shocked expression. Innocent looking, by Drake-standards.
Caine raced both his eyebrows, but didn't ask for an explanation. Uncountably many times had Drake proven to be messed up, and Caine really did not want to see exactly how messed up.
He just knew that if Drake had done something, it would not be good.
God, that kid had been such a pain in the ass! Mentally, of course. So Drake just wanted to show him how that same phrase worked physically.
'You know who does deserve a punishment, though?' Diana said to no one in particular, a smirk playing on her lips. 'Drake.' She said, waiting a couple of seconds before she kept speaking, letting his name hang in the air. 'For neglecting you orders, Caine.'
Both Diana and Drake shot glances in Caines direction, expecting him to do so.
He didn't.
Instead he got up from his seat, escorting the others towards the door.
'The day isn't over just yet. Do something useful for the next couple of hours,' he requested them, his voice filled with deep authorization. Both of them had gotten used too his responsible act by now, but they still hated it just as much.
As they were led out into the corridor of town hall, Drake stumbled into something.
Someone.
That someone was a she, who seemed to be their age; although she was about a head shorter then Diana, which meant that she was pretty short. She had unnaturally long legs for her height, though and long arms as well which were concealed by a sweater, something that Drake found weird, considering the weather being something close to 80 Fahrenheit.
'That sweater belongs to Coates Academy,' Caine noted, turning on his charm immediately. 'I can't remember ever seeing you there?'
'I'm Amber,' she introduced herself, without even bothering to reach out her hand 'I arrived at Coates the day before the adults disappeared, I came down here with the rest of the students two days ago. Since then I've just been roaming the town.'
'Diana,' Caine said motioning his hand towards the girl standing in front of them. Diana stepped forwards and grabbed her hand, a bit to forcefully. Diana's bored, obsidian eyes stared into her amber, alert ones.
Drake sniggered lowly, finding it cliché and unoriginal that her parents had named her after her eye color. He could only imagine what he'd do to his parents if they'd name him stormy gray.
'Zero bars,' Diana announced, letting go of Amber's hand, and turning towards the two other boys.
The three allies looked questioningly at one another, not sure what to do with the girl –Amber on the other hand glanced at the three people, confused and utterly uncomfortable. The only one of them that seemed to have the slightest idea of what to do with her was Drake, who now had a big shark grin appearing on his face.
'Can I have her Caine?' he asked with a pleading voice that sounded just like the voice of a five year old that wanted candy from his mom. Just darker, more malevolent.
'No Drake,' Caine said, totally aware of what his sadistic companion wanted to do with the girl. Drake noticed his shoulders tense, like Caine had actually imagined what he would do to her. This just made Drakes grin widen.
'No Drake, we won't give you another sex toy,' Diana mocked with her trademark smirk plastered onto her beautiful features.
'Enough you two,' Caine interrupted, watching Drake with conscious eyes, aware that the beast was close to jumping out of the cage. 'Either you are with us, or against us,' he said, turning his attention back to the new girl.
'And the cause of my action?' she asked seemingly smart enough to know that something was up with this group.
'With us you will have shelter and protection, against us and Drake here will most likely kill you," Diana said with an intimidating voice.
'Any other options?' she asked with a voice that seemed surprisingly uninterested, all of her focus on the tall blonde glaring down at her. Caine shook his head and leaned down, so that his head was parallel with her own. His calm eyes staring into hers peacefully, making the whole conversation more intimate. More honest.
'Come with us, and you will be safe. Everyone will know your name. Everyone will respect you. I will make sure that you'll get enough to eat, and that nobody lays a finger on you.' The words coming out of his mouth sounded so caring, so true that his two followers almost believed it themselves. Almost, because they knew the truth. They knew about the falseness behind his words.
'I'm in,' she said with a determined voice and returned the slightest smile towards the trio.
There was a tense silence hanging in the air of the obscured streets of Perdido Beach. That didn't bother Amber as she hummed lightly to a song stuck on her mind, the soles of her shoes clacking against the pavement as she walked in a quick pace.
Surprisingly enough the streets were empty. Obviously because the time was something close to 2 in the morning, but then again she had been expecting the whole town to be partying all night long, every single day, considering all of the adults were now gone. Not that she was out to party. No, she was on her way to the house she had just been handed.
After hours upon hours of 20 000 questions, Caine finally let her go. She hadn't liked Caine for a second. Caine and the other one – Diana? – both thought that Caine had pulled off his little amateur act. Fortunately Amber was a great observer and her acting skills were of an even higher quality.
She opened the door to the tiny house she had gotten for herself. Caine had given her a key to the house, but she didn't really need it to get in. The door wasn't locked, though nobody was in the house. She made sure to lock it behind herself, she didn't like the thought of people having the freedom to enter her house at all times.
Her new home was a small, one story house with a tiny yard and four rooms. The rooms contained of a kitchen, living room, bathroom and bedroom. It was at the end of the town at the far corner of Golden Street; only a block away from Bully Row. She assumed it meant that it wouldn't be to crowded, but still close enough to all of the action.
Probably close to the residence that the sandy blonde boy had claimed to live in. She sighed half-heartedly, a rare, real smile appearing on her face.
Amber walked directly into the bathroom dropping her clothing onto the ground and hitting the showers. Her cobber colored hair turned more of a chocolate brown as the freezing water touched it, and the volume went from fuzzy curls into straight and flat, increasing the length of her usual short hair.
The shower was over before the freezing water even had time to heat up. All that she wanted to do was go to bed. She had been assigned a job and she'd like to get some sleep before she'd have to get up in a couple of hours.
As she stepped out of the shower she started at the reflection of her body in the foggy mirror. She was in good shape, with a narrow waist and long, slim arms and legs. Her but and breasts were a genuine size as well, not that she really cared. She wasn't like all the sluts at her school, only focusing on her body.
At her old school there wouldn't be paid much attention to her, the guys usually weren't interested in gingers. And after all she was just another ordinary girl –which she obviously was, considering her only being a zero bar.
The only thing wrong with her, like really wrong with her were the terrible, pink slashes climbing their way up her thin arms. Hundreds upon hundreds of slashes, some looking fresher then others.
If you asked a doctor, they'd say that there were two types of pain; chronic pain and acute pain. To her, the two types of pain were the ones someone else put upon you, and the ones you forced upon yourself. She loved both types. Pain. What a beautiful word. Pain, pain, pain. She loved everything about it. The only thing that could top pain was its cause of action.
She sighed happily staring at her arms through her reflection in the mirror. Slowly she ran her hand up her arm, brushing her fingers softly over the marks. They were a beautiful peace of art in her eyes.
The way her pigmented skin would separate at the touch of the cold metal. The way tiny drops of crimson fluid would be exposed from the opening. The way the red liquid would run down her arm leaving a sticky trail of dark orange to dry against the surface of her arm.
It was all too amazing.
She pulled on a pair of pajama shorts and a t-shirt. Living by herself gave Amber her own privileges. No one would be able to react melodramatically at the sight of her arms.
She could wear a t-shirt, being able to see her beautiful side unexposed at all times. No one would freak out and come with some crazy conclusion about her being depressed. Far from that.
She was happy.
She was ecstatic.
She was free.
The adults were gone. It was all so new to her. It was a surreal feeling to have no responsibilities. She could do whatever she wanted.
And now that Caine had signed her up, as second in command Sheriff, she would spend all of her free time with the pretty blonde. What was his name? Drake?
Just like the rapper, she thought smiling to herself. She had always awed the rapper having the slightest crush on him and now she felt like those same feelings were building up for the young boy with the same name. Just stronger feelings. Real ones.
She remembered seeing him beat up kids those two days she had been at Coates before the adults 'poofed'. After that he'd taken the verb beating up to a whole other level. Just thinking about this made her stomach flutter. How everyone would shrink up at the sight of him, but not her. She'd show him that she was not afraid. Of him or of what was happening.
She turned of the lights in the bathroom, walking over to the bedroom, lying down onto the soft bed and tucking herself into the warm blankets.
As she continued thinking about Drake, peaceful sleep took over filled with dreams about him. Oh yes, she would definitely show him. Tomorrow.
So I feel like the end was sort of rushed, but needed to just wrap up this chapter. What do you guys think? Please review and tell me your thoughts on the story this far! Also if you haven't read my other story The Touch of A Healer a horror romance between Lana and Drake, you should also check that one out! Stayed tuned, a new chapter will be up next week! :)
