The next morning, Dane woke up to an empty bed. She looked around, wondering why he just decided to leave. That was when she heard water running. She smiled to herself, wondering why she automatically assumed he just jumped up and left.
Because that's what boys do with a slut, the voice sneered.
Shut up, she snarled, slamming her head into the nearby wall and instantly regretting it when her head began to reel. Through blurred vision she saw that her head had left a significant dent in the wall. Dean wasn't going to be too happy about that.
She heard the water turn off and blinked rapidly, trying to keep consciousness before Drake found out what she had done. It wasn't working this time. That was when she began to panic. This is what got her sent to her new foster parents, the ones before she was placed in government hands. Drake walked out of the bathroom, wearing clean clothes and his hair was still wet. He shook his head like a wet dog before he noticed that something was wrong.
"Dane?" he asked as she just sat there, blinking and staring at the floor. She stood up, took a step, and then collapsed on the floor. He fell to his knees in front of her, holding her face to his. "Dane!" he yelled, looking into her eyes, noticing the blood begin to form in her right eye. "Dammit," he snapped. "The fuck did you do?"
Dane just looked at him. With a shaky hand she tried to reach for the notebook that still lay on the bed. Drake jumped up and grabbed it along with the pen, flipping it to a clean page. Dane scribbled out:
Risperdal
That was when Drake remembered. The past two days Dane didn't go to Nurse Temple to get her medication. "Shit," he replied. "You missed it twice?"
Dane held up 4 shaky fingers.
"You missed it four times?"
Dane nodded.
"Shit." He dragged her to the door and out the hallway. She stumbled after him, not wanting to fall and cause any more damage to her head. He shoved the door to Nurse Temple's office open and pushed her down onto a seat. "Stay here," he ordered. Dane nodded and winced.
"What the hell happened here?" Nurse Temple asked as she came in, noticing the blood in her eye. "What did you do?"
"Nothing," Drake snapped. "She did it to herself."
"Like she would do that."
Dane looked up at Nurse Temple and nodded.
"She hasn't taken Risperdal in 2 days."
Nurse Temple's eyes widened. As she looked between Dane and Drake, they both gave her the same grim expression. She just ran to her locked cupboard and grabbed a bottle of Risperdal. He noticed that there were only three things in that cupboard, her bottle of Risperdal, her box with the syringes, and his own bottle of meds. Guess they were the most unstable kids at Coates. Nurse Temple came back and gave Dane a pill and a glass of water. She took it without a water and closed her eyes.
"Drake, could you come back here?" Nurse Temple called. Drake rolled his eyes and followed her into the back room. She closed the door behind him, blocking him in.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"You haven't been here for your meds for 2 months."
"So?"
She pulled out his bottle and gave him a pill. "Take it."
"No."
"Take it or I inform the Dean about how many kids have been arriving in my office thanks to your hands."
With a growl, Drake swallowed the pill without water and Nurse Temple smiled. "I can't believe I'm saying this but you and her seem to be made for each other."
Drake shot her a glare then glanced out the window to the office/waiting room, making sure Dane was still sitting in the chair. "Are you going into town tonight?"
"I always go into town. I live there. I have a son your age in school there."
"Do you think you can get a few books at the bookstore?"
"Since when did you read?"
"Since I wanted to learn sign language."
Nurse Temple looked out to Dane still sitting in the chair then back to Drake. "I'll see what I can do," she said with a smile.
Drake just left the office without another word grabbing Dane's hand and dragged her with him. She just followed behind him, looking down at her feet, knowing that whatever they had yesterday was gone now that he knew exactly what kind of person she was.
When he pushed open her door she quietly went to the bed and climbed to the far corner, pulling her feet under her. Drake just paced back and forth on the open area, thinking for what felt like forever. Finally, "Why?"
Dane looked up from fiddling with her fingers with a guilty look.
"Why?" he asked again. She shrugged. He jumped on the bed and pressed his face against hers. "Not good enough. Why did you deliberately slam your head into the fucking wall?" he demanded.
Dane reached for her notebook and pen.
Voices
Drake looked at her. "What do you mean?"
If I don't take the meds, the voices start. It's the voices that make me lose control.
He pulled her closer to him. "When was the last time you lost control?" he whispered into her ear. Dane just stared at her hands. "Was it that night with your foster dad?" Dane nodded.
Drake hugged her tightly and he felt a tear fall from her cheek and onto his neck. He kissed her hair, knowing that she was alone in this since the day she was born. "I'm here," he whispered. "I'm here."
Dane never wanted to leave her room again. She just wished she could stay in her bed until the day she died. She didn't mind that Drake was here, but she hated going out to the dining hall and starting school again tomorrow morning, she was forced to go back to class by Drake.
"We don't want the teachers and the Dean coming up here to check on you and see that I've been living here too," he warned her. She knew he mostly had his way at the school because no one wanted to deal with him, but she also knew that the school would not tolerate a boy and girl sharing a bed.
Dane's head hurt worse than when Drake threw her in the wall. She was almost in tears when Drake had to grab the bottle of Advil from his bag and give her 4 pills. She took them and burrowed herself under the covers, just wanting to shut the world out. Drake slid his head under the covers.
"I'm going to go grab us food," he whispered. Dane just shut her eyes from the little light that came in from under the covers and nodded. Drake left the room after he flipped the switch off, plunging her into darkness. Dane couldn't help but think of Drake while he was gone. He beat the living crap out of her but now he showed that he had a heart and was still a kid. She didn't know for sure, but she thought she might be falling in love. With another bad boy. Again.
Oh Kelli, Dane thought, missing her old friend from New York. Why must you be across the country when I need your advice the most?
Caine and Diana were eating dinner at their table and Caine was noticing that Drake or Dane didn't show up the whole day. They weren't there for breakfast, lunch, and now dinner. He kept looking at the door, wondering what the hell happened to them. He wasn't the only one who noticed Drake's absence; the whole room seemed to be lighter and the kids were louder. Then they were silent when Drake walked in. Caine gave a sideways smile when he entered but it fell when it was only him.
Drake didn't even look up or give his usual scowl to anyone. He just walked in, grabbed a few sandwiches and waters, and then left the room again.
"What the hell is his problem?" Diana asked.
Caine shrugged. "I have no idea but something is up." He picked up his plate and threw the leftover food in the trash, following Drake out of the dining hall. Diana followed close after. They followed him as he took the steps two at a time. When he neared Dane's room, Caine called out.
"So why can't Dane join our family dinners?" he smiled.
Drake froze then turned to face Caine and Diana.
"So what's wrong with her?" he asked the blonde boy.
"Nothing."
"Well it's not 'nothing' if she can't even leave her room."
"Just a headache. She'll be fine tomorrow."
"Her head seems to hurt a lot," Diana replied. "How hard did you hit her?"
"I didn't hit her," Drake snapped.
Caine gave Drake a stern look. "Can I see her?" he asked.
"No." And with that, Drake opened her door and closed it, locking Caine and Diana out.
A/N: So you kind of get an idea of who Dane is. R&R please!