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The next morning Drake quietly slipped from under the covers, careful not to stir Dane. As he grabbed his gun, he noticed a post-it note stuck to the barrel.

Number for gate: 0000

He smiled again and stuck the note to the nightstand. It was easy enough to remember the code, but he didn't want to throw the note away. He picked up his shirt and put it on as he walked out the door. As he reached the sheriff's office, Caine was sitting on his desk and Diana lounged on a sofa.

"What do you want?" Drake asked.

"You know, I haven't seen Dane lately," Diana purred. "I wonder if she's dead."

"She's not dead."

"Where is she?" Caine asked.

"She's sleeping at home."

"So I take it you're not mad at her?"

"Never said I was mad at her."

"You said you didn't care where she was yesterday."

"She's fine right now."

"Can I talk to her?"

"Not right now."

Caine stood up. "Seriously where is she? You refused to let us see her when we were at Coates and now you're doing it again."

"She's fine, she's just sleeping. She knows that when she wakes up she's supposed to come here. You'll see her in a few hours."

"So now you tell her where to be at all times?" Diana questioned.

"Yep. Don't want her wandering around here."

"The second she walks in here take her to me." Caine walked out the door with Diana in tow.

Drake sighed. A few minutes later, he walked out the door with a grin displayed across his face, ready to strike terror and fear into the lives of Perdido Beach.

Dane woke to an empty bed and stretched. She missed his warmth. Pulling off the covers, she stumbled to the bathroom. She turned on the shower and stripped down, examining herself in the mirror. The bruise on her ribs was gone now, and her nose was completely healed. She noticed her pale skin and grimaced. She didn't tan since the incident and it was completely faded now. She was going to need a tan before she began to glow in the dark. She wondered if Drake preferred tan girls. Shaking the thought from her head, she slipped into the warmth of the shower. After 20 minutes, she pulled back the curtain and stepped out, catching herself as her wet feet slipped on the white marble floors. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her head, walking to the closet. She picked out jeans and a shirt she cut up that said I'm busy, you're ugly. Have a nice day. She pulled the towel off and ran a comb through her hair, leaving it to curl naturally. She smiled to herself. She remembered her old school where a girl beat her up because her hair could curl perfectly without the help of a curling iron. Girls can be just bitches sometimes.

Better to be a bitch than a slut, the voice called.

Shut up. Dane swallowed her pill and looked out her window to the garage in the back. With a hunch she walked to her desk and opened the top drawer, grabbing the keys to a truck she managed to buy with a small part of her inheritance before her foster parents froze her accounts. The only catch was that it had to be locked in the back garage until she received her driver's license. She didn't even know if that would ever happen anymore. She pushed the button and heard her truck beep from behind the garage. She smiled.

She walked up to the garage and punched in the small window in the back. It was going to be a tight squeeze, but Dane was determined to drive her truck for once in its lifetime. It took 10 minutes, but she managed to shimmy through the window and fall on a stack of cinderblocks left over from the built in BBQ her foster dad demanded to have in the backyard but never got around to actually using it. Fuck you George. She never really was comfortable with calling any one of her foster dads as 'Dad' or even 'Father'.

He probably would have used it if you didn't kill him, the voice beckoned. How long will it be before it happens again, Dane?

Shut the fuck up! Dane screamed. She unlocked the door to her 2007 Toyota Tundra, smiling as she climbed into the driver's seat. She even managed to beg to George to lift the truck up a bit and tint the windows so no one could see in from any angle. A shiver went down her spine when she heard the roar of the V8 engine as she started it up, then she donned a huge smile for a slight rumble it had. Putting it in gear, she floored it, shattering the garage doors.

Sorry baby, Dane thought, rubbing her hand on the dashboard before flooring it again down the driveway. She pushed the button for the gate on her sun visor, glad she connected the two before the truck was put in the garage. She drove down the streets at a slower rate and pulled up to the sheriff's office, just as Drake was walking up with his gang of thugs.

She slid out and walked up to the building, hiding her smile and locking the car with the push pad. She didn't need to look at Drake, she knew he would keep the other boys out of the office and walk in in a matter of seconds.

"What the hell is that?" Drake demanded, storming into the office and pressing her against the wall. Right on cue. Dane shrugged.

Drake walked over to the desk and grabbed her notebook and pen and handed it to her.

She looked at him before writing.

It's mine.

"What do you mean 'It's yours'?"

I bought it last year before my foster parents froze my accounts.

"So it's been sitting in your garage this whole time."

Dane nodded and almost whimpered as he grabbed her neck and pressed her close to his warm chest.

"And you didn't tell me? I could have used it this whole time," he breathed and she shivered, feeling his hot breath on her neck. He nipped her neck, making her moan.

"Sorry to barge in on your little love fest," Caine drawled and smiled as Dane shoved Drake away from her and moved her long hair to cover the red mark Drake left on her neck. "Dane, can we talk?"

Dane looked at Drake, who nodded. She followed Caine outside.

"Are you ok?" Caine asked as soon as they were out of earshot of the building.

Dane looked sideways at him. "Why wouldn't I be?"

He only shrugged. "The only time I ever really saw you was last time we talked. That was a while ago."

"I'm fine."

"He's not hurting you, is he?"

"It's Drake, remember?"

Caine laughed. "Kind of forgot about that."

"Surprisingly he doesn't hit anything anymore."

"He doesn't?"

Dane shook her head.

"Funny, I saw him beat a boy who tried to take food this morning."

Dane stopped and looked at him. "He did what?"

Caine instantly realized his mistake. He never saw her hurt anything but from what Diana told him, Dane actually had murder on her criminal record. She could kill someone right now just because the sky was blue. She could kill Drake – or even him. She shoved past Caine with a scowl on her face, heading straight for her truck.

Drake walked out as she was climbing in. "Where are you going?" he asked. She just ignored him, started the car, and sped off to her house. Drake looked at Caine who stood there, stunned. "What did you say to her?" he demanded, shoving Caine into a pillar outside the entrance to the building.

"Nothing," Caine retorted, gaining his strength and shoving Drake back, who staggered back a few steps.

"Then why is she speeding off looking like she wants to kill someone?"

"Does she know what you actually do, Drake?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Caine sighed. "The kid this morning. Did you tell her that you beat little kids?"

"They deserve it," Drake snarled.

"Not all of them, Drake. And Dane does not like it at all."

Drake turned to look at the road that eventually led to her driveway. He sighed and turned to walk up the road, leaving Caine and his job behind.

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