5/25/2015 16:21 a5/p5

Summary: During JoshisDone! AU After being attacked on his way home from a gig with his band, Drake changes drastically. Can his family figure out why he's changed and save him from drowning in the darkness threatening to pull him under? Or will another save him before they even get the chance?

Warnings: n/c; OOC!ness; s/h

Chapter One

"Great show, Dray!" Trevor exclaimed excitedly and Drake smiled at his friend, adrenaline still coursing through his veins. This had been their biggest gig yet and although the argument with Josh still weighed heavily on his heart, for those few moments he'd been on stage, it had all drifted away.

Scottie grinned, his green eyes twinkling merrily. "Hey, we're all going to my place to celebrate. Wanna come?"

The auburn haired teen glanced down at his watch and cursed, shaking his head. He had promised his mom that he'd be home before midnight and it was already 11:43. The walk home would take him at least a fifteen minutes so if he started now, he'd be able to make curfew.

"Nah, man. I'm good. See you guys later."

"Later, Dray." His friends replied.

Flashing them one last smile he hefted his guitar case up over his shoulder and started his trek home, unaware of the horrors the night held for him.

The further he walked the darker it seemed to get and not for the first time he cursed himself for not asking Scottie or Trevor for a ride. Just as he turned to go down the next street a large rough hand grabbed his arm and pulled him into a nearby alley.

He stumbled, his slender frame hitting the ground as his assailant let go of him and he frowned.

"Hey, what's the big idea?!" He cried out indignantly, climbing to his feet only to find himself trapped. Three men stood at the mouth of the alley, watching him with cold beady eyes.

The first was a tall, lithely muscled man with icy blue eyes, long blond hair and glimmering pale skin. A dark smirk danced on his lips sending trills of terror down Drake's spine although he fought to hide it.

The second was a large muscular man with cruel green eyes and a shaved head, wearing a smirk not unlike that of the first man.

The last however, set off alarms in Drake's head that turned the trills of terror into full blown panic.

He was huge, far more muscular than his companions, with cropped inky black hair and empty black eyes that seemed to lead straight into the pits of hell. His lips were thin and chapped, and they curled into a mocking sneer as he stepped forward.

He was obviously the leader.

"Well, well, well. Looky here boys. The pretty boy thinks he's tough." He jeered and Drake swallowed raising his hands in an attempt to placate them.

"H-hey guys. I-I don't want any trouble. I'm j-just trying t-to get home." He stammered gasping as the leader backhanded him harshly then too hold of his face in a bruising grip.

"Too bad, punk. Ya picked the wrong night to come through. Ya see we're all a bit antsy an' yer too pretty ta just kill."

Drake tried to shake his head, struggling to get away from the men as he realized exactly what they planned to do to him.

He was backhanded once more for his troubles and the leader chuckled, then shoved him forward for his cohorts.

"Careful boys. Wouldn't wanna damage such a pretty face."

A fist met his gut, then his ribs courtesy of the blond man and he cried out, coughing as he was hit again. He struggled and tried to fight back as fists and feet rained down him but after what seemed like hours he didn't have the energy to fight anymore and he curled in on himself trying to protect his main organs. As he did so his assailants slowed and soon the attacks until they came to a stop and Drake clenched his eyes shut hoping they were finished.

"He really is a beautiful creature." The blond commented silkily and the Leader gave a hum of agreement before leaning down and yanking Drake's face up so he could meet his eyes. Then he smirked.

"James, hold him down."

The silent bald man's hands pinned him to the ground, hands over his head and the teen started to struggle anew.

'Nononononononono!' He thought, jerking frantically in the man's iron clad grip, heart racing as the blond ripped away his pants and boxers.

A sharp pain shot through him moments later making him feel as he were being torn apart at his most intimate place and he screamed. The raven haired man growled at the sound and forced himself into Drake's mouth, choking him.

For what must've been hours they violated him, ignoring his pleas for death and his broken sobs. They took turns enjoying his agony, his fear, until finally he fell silent and slipped into blissful unconsciousness. The final thought that crossed his shattered mind was, 'I'm sorry mom. I broke my promise.

TBC…

A/N so the first chapter of this fic is very short, for which I apologize. However please note that this fic is not a very high priority of mine ass I am just about to start my freshman year in college so my time is limited.