Chapter 4
Drew looked down at the knife and scowled.
"You sick--"
"Hey!" Darrel crossed his arms. "Shut your mouth and cut her! Or I'll do it!"
Drew winced and looked back at the blade then at May who stared up at him with shock.
"Drew..." She whispered. "I'm scared."
Drew closed his eyes. The blade gripped in his hand.
"Do it! Or else!" Darrel shouted.
Drew put the point of the blade against May's perfect skin after pushing up her sleeve. Her flawless shoulder showing.
"Just...do it quick...please..." May whimpered into Drew's chest.
Drew froze with a shaking hand. "I promised you wouldn't get hurt..."
Darrel overheard Drew. "You shouldn't make promises you can't keep." He smirked.
Drew pricked May's skin, lightly but enough to draw blood. He scratched it down her arm only an inch until he felt the tears dripping down his chest from her eyes and heard her whimpering as she bit her lip to keep from sobbing. She trmbled and so did he and he pulled the knife away from her unable to go any furture than that inch. There was a trickle of blood and blood tipping the blade that Drew could no longer hold without feeling sick with guilt. He dropped it beside him and rocked May gently.
"Shh, May...It's ove--"
"Over? Not even close." Darrel said as he strode up and picked up the blade.
Wrenching May out of Drew's grasp he pulled her up to stand beside him on weak legs. She screamed as he dug the blade into her arm deep and slashed it down hard.
Then he pushed May away and licked the blood off the blade.
"Promises are hard to keep." He chuckled.
May fell into Drew's lap and into his arms, screaming in pain.
Drew layed her back and touched her cheek looking sadly at her face, trying to calm her. "Shh, May...Shh, sweetheart, don't cry...it's going to be okay...shh..." He tried to calm.
"You better shut that girl up." Darrel huffed and turned away. "Well I got another contest to go to in three days. Gotta practice. See ya later."
Drew would have scowled at his kidnapper with upmost hatred until he was out of site but Drew was too preoccupied with comforting May.
He laid on his side, propped himself up by his elbow and constantly ran his fingers through her hair and stroked her cheek.
May's tearstained face and bleeding arm made Drew's eyes water with heartbroken pains.
"My poor May..." He rolled her onto her side, facing him, to keep her cut shoulder off the ground. Then he crawled over her body and laid behind her, pulling her back close to his chest and pulling the blanket up to their waists. He put his arm under her head so she could rest on it and he reached over to the edge of the spread out sleeping bag to retrieve his shirt he had discarded to take care of his own wounds two nights before.
Drew balled up his shirt and pressed the cloth against her wound. She whimpered at the touch.
"Drew..."
"I'm sorry, May. I'm sorry."
After awhile Drew lifted off the shirt and looked at the cut and dried blood.
May had calmed down and reached out to hold his hand that attached to the arm under her head. Their fingers entwined.
Drew leaned down and kissed her wound gently.
"Next time I'll try harder to keep you safe..." And he laid his head down beside hers and closed his eyes holding her close.