Disclaimer: I do not Own Drake and Josh, nor do I intend to make profit from this written work. I'm just having fun, and shasing this story out of my mind.
A/N: So, this is my Third Drake and Josh fic, I intend for it to be just as dark and angsty as all of my other works. I like them that way, and so do all of you. I'm not one to beg for reviews, I just really really like them, and they are deeply apreciated. I'll keep writing without them, I'm not that selfish… So, here it is ladies and gents, enjoy!
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Aundrey was carrying the groceries in alone, she didn't really mind, but help would have been nice. It never seemed like she'd bought much untill she was bringing it all in by herself. It took so much food to feed a family of five. She was grabbing the last few bags when she heard the phone ringing, it'shrill shriek carrying out to the garrage.
She rolled her eyes as it continued to ring. Was no one going to answer it? As quickly as she could without tripping, she rushed the remainder in and dumped the bags on the dinning room table. She heard the eggs crack, and hesitantly went to the ever ringing phone.
"Hello?" She answered, catching her breath.
"Hello, is Audrey Parker home?"
She ignored the use of her former last name. "Yes, this is her. May I ask who's calling?"
The man cleared his throut and continued. "This is Warden Lando Jefferson, from the San Diago prison. I have soe bad news for you."
Audrey gripped the phone tightly, she knew that name, faintly, but she new the institution well. "What's happened?' She asked quickly.
"Ma'am youre husband-"
"Ex-Husband," She corrected.
"Ah, sorry." He apologized. "Devon Parker escaped late last night. We're not sure how, and we have contacted your local police. There's no sure way to know if he'll seek you and your son out, but it's well known here that he still holds quiet a grundge against you."
"He escaped?" She asked, her voice barley level. "How could you let him escape, do you have any idea what that man is capable of?" Her voice rose as she looked at the family portrait on the stand beside the phone. Drake…
"Ma'am I asure you that we do know just how dangerous Devon is, and the Police are ding everything they can to take him back into custody. But untill they catch him, we want you and your son to be as carful as you can. Again, they is no garentee that he'll even risk coming after you."
Audrey bit her tongue, holding back a string of corse words. "Thank you," She said, hoping that Devon would stay out of their lives.
The line went dead, yet she held the phone numbly, not even feeling her grip lossen. She stood in a trance as memories of that last night flashed through her memory, the clatter of the phone hitting the floor brought her back.
She left the phone on the floor and ran up the stairs to the boy's room. She could hear Drake's guitar on the other side. A flash of relief followed by dread. She didn't want him to know that his father was free, that he could be lurking in the shadows. But he needed to know, he needed to be safe.
"Drake…" She said softly as she entered the room. He was sitting on the couch, guitar in hand. Josh was at the computer, doing his homework. "Josh, can I have a moment with Drake?"
Josh looked at her, puzzled. It was clear that she was upset. "Sure," He said, hesitantly leaving the room.
"What's up?" Drake asked, setting his guitar down.
Audrey sat on the couch next to him, her words suffocating her. "It's about your dad…" She grasped his hand, holding it tightly. "He's escaped from prison."
"What?" Drake looked at her, anger and fear in his eyes. "How?"
"They don'y know, but I need you to be careful. There's a chance he might find us, I don't want you to get hurt…'
Drake pulled his hand away and started pacing in front of her. "They were supposed to keep him locked up…"
"I know…" There were tears in her eyes. "And the police are already looking for him."
Drake scoffed and fell onto the couch next to his mom, feeling her pull him into a tight hug. "It's going to be okay," She whispered. "I promise."
"Are you going to tell Meghan?" Drake asked absently, his mind racing.
Audrey was silent a moment. Megan didn't know much about her dad, the things he'd done. "I'm going to tell her that he's out there, but not what he's done. I can't…"
"Yeah.." Drake said.
He didn't hear his mom leave the room, just felt the absence of security. He pulled his knees up to his chest and closed his eyes, remembering all of the things he'd tried so hard to forget. The heavy scent of cigarettes filled his nostrils, the stings of bruises long since healed pricked his skin. So much blood, so much pain. He could remember it all, as if no time had passed without it.
Josh walked into the room slowly, he had seen the tears on his mom's face, and now he saw Drake, curled up tightly, all too still.
"Drake?" He asked, slowly sitting next to his brother. "What happened?"
Drake hesitated. He didn't want to tell josh about what had happened, he'd always liked that Josh thought he was cool. Strong. How would he think of him knowing what he'd been all those years ago?
"My ugh," He turned his face away. "My dad broke out of prison, they think he might try and hunt down mom and me…"
Drake had never talked about his father. Josh knew that he was in prison, but that was all. "Why would he want to find you guys?" Part of him wanted to be there for Drake, the rest of him wanted to know what had happened.
Drake didn't answer.
"You can tell me, Drake. I'm your brother, I'm here for you."
Drake released his knees, taking a deep breath. "Because it's my fault he got locked up."
