Okay folks. This story is now rated M.

There is some very adult material ahead. Take caution if you're easily offended by such things. Don't forget to review, my lovelies :)

Lyrics belong to Imagine Dragons.

"I wanna hide the truth.

I wanna shelter you.

But with the beast inside there's no where we can hide."

Chapter 9

Megan stumbled backwards as Drake forced his way inside. Her mind reeling on a million different scenarios. But mostly, she was trying to remember where she laid her phone down. It was in the bathroom, sitting beside the sink. There was no way she would be able to get to it.

"We need to talk." Drake said. His voice was dangerously low, and it scared her.

"Okay..." she said with a shaky voice. She wasn't sure what he would do, but she didn't want to make him mad.

He backed her into the bedroom and when the back of her knees hit the bed she sat down, Drake standing over her. His eyes roamed around the room, taking in the unfamiliar sight.

"What did you do?" he drew his eyebrows together in disapproval.

"Dean-" she started before realizing too late it wasn't a good idea to bring up Dean. She hung her head in defeat.

"So, what's the deal with you two?" he asked as he pushed her back on the bed and hovered over her.

"D-Drake...let me up." she said calmly, although she was panicing on the inside.

"I said, what is the deal with you two?" he said. He straddled her legs, pinning her to the bed completely.

"We're just friends." she said. The lie showing through in her voice, but honestly she didn't know what they were exactly. If she made it through this she vowed to find out.

"Lies. I never knew you were such a slut, Meg. And that's the thing I can't understand." he leaned down close to her, and ran his nose along his jawline before pressing his lips against her's. She could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"You're drunk, Drake. Stop, please. You don't want to do this."

"I can't understand why you wouldn't give it up to me," he grabbed the tie of her bathrobe, trying to pull it open. She fought him, trying to kick him unsuccessfully, "But here comes Dean and all of a sudden you loosen up those virgin thighs of yours and its like you're a new woman."

He sat back up. Megan knew she had to get to her phone. She had a gut feeling in the pit of her stomach that Drake wasn't going to stop. Once more, he tried opening her robe, but she fought.

"Stop it, baby!" he said as he tried pinning her arms down on the bed.

The front of her robe fell open, and something snapped inside of Megan. She sent the palm of her hand flying up into the bridge of Drake's nose, long enough to distract him and for her to knock him off of her body.

She jumped up and made a run for the bathroom, but Drake caught her heel. She kicked me off once more, and ran as fast as she could to the bathroom with Drake running right behind her. She scrambled inside and tried to close the door with one hand, the other reaching for her phone.

She grabbed her phone and quickly dialed 911. The operator answered and Megan yelled, "Help!" into the phone. Drake pushed his way inside, sending Megan stumbling into the wall, and hitting her head on the towel rack.

She shook her head, trying to fight off the dizziness. Drake caught ahold of her wrist, and tried to pry the phone out of her hand. When he couldn't get her to release the phone he sent a punch flying at her face. Megan screamed in pain, but didn't drop the phone.

"Let go of it!" Drake said through gritted teeth as he sent two more punches her way.

She dropped the phone and put her hand to her face in agony. Drake smashed the phone against the mirror, both objects shattering on impact. Drake took in the sight of Megan. Bloody, naked, and crying on the bathroom floor. Now, maybe she would finally give him what he waited four months for. Well, it wasn't as if she had a choice now.

There was no where to run.

Drake picked up a piece of the shattered glass and crouched down to Megan, holding it to her throat.

"I'm sorry it had to be this way, baby. I tried to be so good for you, but you never saw how good I was. Why didn't you see? All I wanted was you..."

Megan kept silent. Her eyes darting from his face to the jagged piece of glass he was holding.

"Drake," she croaked out, "Please...don't do this. I'm begging you, please stop."

Suddenly, Megan heard the front door open, and Drake stood up, dropping the piece of glass on the floor.

"Megan?" Dean's voice sounded like heaven in her ears.

"Dean!" she let out an ear piercing scream.

The hair on the back of Dean's neck stood up the moment he entered the apartment. Something wasn't right, and his senses were screaming at him. He tip toed around the rooms, calling her name. When he heard her scream his name his blood ran cold.

He ran to where she was, appearing in the doorway of the bathroom his eyes were met with a sight that made his stomach turn. Busted lip, and bruises forming on her cheek.

"Megan, what-?"

"Dean! Look out!" she screeched.

Before Dean could turn around Drake knocked him with something from behind. Dean shook his head to clear his thoughts. He turned around and slammed Drake against the wall. He grabbed Drake and dragged him out of Megan's line of sight. He didn't want her to see what he was about to do.

Slamming Drake's face against the marble kitchen counter, and seeing his skull bounce off the hard surface was only the beginning. Something inside of Dean snapped. He'd never honestly been so angry before. He held Drake's shoulders as he kneed him in the gut. Causing Drake to gasp and try to catch his breath.

Dean held Drake up by his collar as he prepared to deliver a final blow. He stared into the other man's eyes, and he could tell Drake was terrified for his very life. Good, Dean thought. He wanted him to believe his life was in Dean's hands. Because it was.

A shadown fell across his face, and he looked over to see Megan standing a few feet away. Fresh and dried blood streaking from her mouth down her neck. Blood on her fingertips where she'd touched her mouth. Dark bruises coming to the surface. He drew back his fist further, intent on making sure he would never hurt Megan again.

"Dean." she said sharply. Her voice sounded a way he'd never heard it sound before. Her eyes never left his, "The police are on their way." she said.

"I don't care about the fucking police, Megan."

She didn't say a word. Just stood there staring at him, and somehow he couldn't bring himself to finish Drake off in front of her. He didn't want her to see him that way, but he supposed it was too late. Drake was practically unconcious already, and Dean's hands were covered in his blood.

A tear slipped down Megan's cheek and she turned around and went to the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

"Dammit!" Dean cursed himself as he lowered his fist and dragged Drake outside to wait for the police. They came and took him away shortly after that, and three officers stayed to take Megan and Dean's statements.

They let Dean off the hook because Megan had insisted Drake tried to use a knife against him, and Dean acted in pure self defense.

"Your relationship to Miss Scott?" one of the officers asked.

"I'm her-"

"He's my friend." Megan interruppted. Dean was going to say friend too, but he guessed Megan was afraid he would say boyfriend, and that upset him. He suddenly had a fear of losing her. That he had pushed her away.

"Don't wanna let you down, but I am hell bound.

Know this is all for you, don't wanna hide the truth."