Warning: dark.
Warning: I do not own Gone.
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Father and son;
'Dad never did care. Mom was too scared of dad to stand up for herself. I care and I stood up for myself. So what if people got hurt along the way, the price of war is always heavy.'
'Yeah, I don't make any sense, just another raving, sadistic child in a world of violence.'
I laughed easily.
'I think I'm drunk, found some of dad's booze in the closet, figure if I can get high enough maybe I won't feel it when he hits me. As he slams the door, screaming at me for some other problem he had like his mistress found out he was married or cheating on her.'
'Hey, people drown their sorrows in drinking, right? I'm pretty drunk, but I bet it wont work quite right on me.'
I take another drink.
'Most of me was high; a small part of my brain remained unaffected. It was a cold, calculating part of me, the part I was afraid of.'
I hear a bellow downstairs, "Drake!"
'Oh God help me. Dad's home, and tonight he sounds really mad.'
Next day:
'Well, drinking does not help when it comes to broken bones and a really bad hangover. Hospitals normally don't give out prescribed drugs for alcoholic kids.'
'Well, the beer helped until he broke my leg. I felt that right through the high. Guess the neighbors heard me screaming, called the police. Don't remember a whole lot of any of that, I might have even been unconscious. I should probably find out, after I figure out a way to escape this hospital.'
'They'll send me to a mental ward they said.'
'Cause dad had a bullet in his shoulder.'
'Yeah, I shot my dad.'
His:
Drake's eyes raked over her. He smiled cruelly. His whip hand wrapped around her hair, jerking her to her knees. His human hand held a kitchen knife. She screamed as he plunged it into her arm, cutting deeply. She went limp, only his grip on her hair kept her up.
"That's right; scream, beg. It won't help you. You live as long as you make me happy."
He thrust the knife into her arm again. Tears ran down her face. He laughed and smiled his cold shark grin. He shoved the knife into her arm again and again.
She couldn't stand it anymore; she tried to pull away, but his grip on her hair kept her there. He glared down at her and roared in fury. Then he slapped her; once, twice, three, four…
He stopped slapping her, only to bring his whip down a crossed her back and stomach. Her light tank top tore, revealing her breasts' and back. She tried to pull it around her. Then Drake looked down and jerked her shirt off completely. Their eyes met and Mary didn't think he was going to stop there.
He didn't.
Okay, just a couple of Drake drabbles, really dark, but hey.
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