New chappie! Yay! Had to write this instead of homework needed a break from school already lol my friends love love LOVE this chapter especially towards the end
When they reached the school, Diana led them to a classroom and shoved Astrid to a seat. Little Pete sat on the floor next to her feet while Drake leaned against the wall. Dane kept out of the way, sitting at the teacher's desk, rifling through the desk drawers while Diana and Astrid argued about who was more superior.
Dane looked up upon hearing Drake's name. Diana was telling Astrid that if Sam didn't tell Caine everything, Drake was going to kill her and her brother. "That's why we keep Drake around," Diana explained, making Dane flinch. She didn't like that Drake was only used as Diana's and Caine's pit bull, ready to attack on command. She smiled when she noticed Drake narrow his eyes to Diana. I guess he doesn't like being a pit bull either.
Diana shot Drake a weak threat and walked out of the room. Her walls went down and she relaxed in her chair, glad Diana left before Dane did something she would regret. She like Caine and she knew Caine looked after her, but she also knew Caine would easily kill her if Dane even breathed next to Diana.
She watched as Drake talked to Astrid, making fun of her little brother, calling him 'retarded'.
"I like the word 'retard'," Drake drawled. "In fact, I'd like to hear you say it. Retard."
"No," Astrid whispered.
Drake was in her face now. "Come on," he teased, "Say it with me." But before she could say it, Drake slapped her across the face. Even from where Dane sat, she could see his red handprint already showing on her cheek. Astrid said it with a shaky voice, making Drake laugh. He pulled Astrid closer to Little Pete, forcing her to say it again. But before she could, Little Pete vanished, taking Astrid with him.
Drake jumped up turning to Dane, who looked at the spot Little Pete once was with wide eyes. "Where the fuck did they go?" he demanded, his face suddenly in hers. She looked up at him with wide eyes. He grabbed her neck and squeezed. "What did you do?" he screamed. Dane only shook her head, struggling to find air. He let go and stormed out of the classroom. She sat on the floor, pulling her feet under her as she heard his footsteps become fainter and fainter. She didn't care whether he left her right now, he snapped in one second and now it made Dane second guess herself, worrying if he would snap again and she would have injuries worse than when she first met him.
"Get up," Drake snarled, suddenly reappearing in the doorway. Dane hesitated before slowly getting up and following him down the hallway. "I'm sorry," Drake mumbled as they walked down the hallway to the gym. Dane ignored him, looking down at her feet. She didn't want to do anything that would make him mad again. He turned to look at her with worried eyes. Grabbing her arm, he pulled her close and buried his face into her hair. "I overreacted," he whispered. "It wasn't your fault." He kissed her neck lightly, making Dane flinch. He looked down before turning around and walking into the room where Caine and Diana were talking to a still tied up Sam.
"Is she here?" Drake demanded.
"Who?" Diana asked.
"Who do you think?"
"You let her get away?" Caine snapped.
Dane watched the floor, not caring for the argument that began between the trio. Her attention then drifted to Sam, who sat still, tied up, defeated. He watched her with pleading eyes. "Help me," he mouthed. Dane looked back at Caine and Diana.
"He's autistic!" Diana screamed. "Why would I read him?"
Caine attention then focused on Sam again. "What do you know about this?"
Sam replied a snide remark before being thrown across the room.
"He could be more than a four," Diana whispered.
Caine snarled. "Tie Sam up and get Freddie. He knows plastering. Drake, go find her and her brother."
"How am I going to catch them?" Drake asked. "He can just send them anywhere he wants."
"I didn't say catch them. Shoot them before they see you."
Drake reached for Dane's arm and turned to walk out the door.
"Leave Dane here. I have a use for her," Caine ordered.
Drake watched Dane with a worried look before letting go and walking down the hall by himself.
Caine told Diana to leave before turning to look at Dane. She watched him with careful eyes, wishing she was able to go with Drake. He shoved her against the wall, making her whimper, and pressed his hand against her face, forcing her to look at the ceiling, leaving her neck exposed.
"Did he do this to you?" he demanded, noticing the slight bruising that was forming across her neck. Dane shook her head. "Don't lie to me." Dane looked away, wincing. "Is he hurting you?" Caine asked, his voice soft, like when Dane first talked to him that one night that seemed so long ago. Dane shook her head and tried to pull away. Caine grabbed her arm, squeezing gently, letting go of her neck. He walked out the door, pulling her with him. He dragged her to the SUV he drove around and tossed her in. She curled up on the passenger seat, pulling her feet up underneath her, wrapping her arms around her legs. Caine peeled out of the parking lot of the school, driving to the town hall.
"Does he always hit you?" Caine asked. Dane shook her head.
"He just got mad," she signed. "It's nothing."
"It's not nothing," Caine snapped. "He doesn't hit you."
"Why do you care? Last night you were willing to kill me."
Caine slammed on the brakes, making Dane smack her head on the dashboard. "He told you that?" he snapped.
Dane reached for the door but felt Caine's hand on her shoulder. She shrugged him off and slid out of the car. She ran for the sheriff's office, hearing Caine's footsteps behind her. She ignored the kids lounging in the waiting room and went straight for the office Drake used as his own. She curled up in the oversized chair, picking at the skin on her fingertips and waited for Drake to return.
It was dark by the time Dane heard footsteps in the office. Her head shot up and she winced, regretting going to sleep in an upright position. Her neck was bent at an almost 90 degree angle against her knees for a few hours and she was paying the price now.
Drake limped to the desk, wincing with every step. He walked over and stood next to her, watching her with worried eyes. Dane stood from the seat and leaned against the desk, looking at him and then the seat before returning her gaze back to him. He hesitated before collapsing in the seat. He slouched in it, making him look so much smaller and less threatening, like a little kid. She looked at her feet and was suddenly pulled from the desk and onto Drake's lap.
"You need to stop doing that," Drake murmured, pulling her close.
Dane nodded and curled up into a tighter ball in his lap, resting her head on his shoulder. They laid like that in silence for about an hour, no movement, the only noise was the sound of their breathing. Eventually, Drake nudged Dane, who got up, followed by Drake. She walked slowly, waiting for Drake who was still limping. It took 10 minutes for Dane and Drake to reach her truck parked in front of the sheriff's office. They drove in silence to Dane's house.
When they reached her house Dane walked to her bedroom in silence as Drake followed. She didn't even bother changing into pajamas; she just wanted to sleep. Drake laid next to her, staring at the ceiling. Just as Dane was dozing off, she noticed Drake rolling over, reaching for the clear box of syringes on her nightstand. She slipped off the bed and scrambled down the hallway.
"Dane get back here!" Drake yelled and she heard his footsteps behind her. She scrambled through the living room, not caring that she knocked over a lamp. All she wanted was to get away from the syringe. She ran for the door but before she could reach it she felt an arm wrap around her waist and lift her off the ground. Drake carried her back to the bedroom, not caring that Dane was hitting his back, trying to get him to let go.
"It's not going to work," Drake smiled as he threw her down on the bed. Dane grabbed the edge of the bed, pulling herself off the side but Drake caught her and threw her back onto the bed. She punched his stomach and winced when she heard the wind get knocked out of him. "That's it," he growled. He climbed on top of her, pinning her down with his weight and used one hand to pin her hands above her head. He used his mouth to uncap the syringe. "Where is this supposed to go anyways?"
Dane just glared at him, wishing she could hurt him just by looking at him. He shrugged and held the syringe with his teeth, using his free hand to flip the box over and read the directions. "Inject into outer thigh and massage muscle for 2 minutes to prevent cramping and spasms," he read. With his free hand he grabbed the waistband of her jeans and pulled down, exposing her thigh.
Dane tried to curl in a ball and roll over, uncomfortable with Drake seeing her lower half naked. "I saw you naked last night what are you trying to hide?" he smiled. Dane ignored him and continued to try to cover herself. Drake took the syringe out of his mouth and injected it into her thigh. He placed the syringe on the nightstand and began to massage her thigh, watching as she blinked back tears. "Look, it's over," he murmured. "Was that so hard?"
She nodded and continued to blink back tears. Drake finished and rolled off of her, grabbing the syringe, putting the cap on it, and placing it in its assigned spot in the box. Dane pulled her jeans back up, immediately feeling the effects of the medicine. She felt her heartbeat slowing and her vision became slightly blurry. She reached out to Drake but missed. Dane gave up and laid in bed for a couple of minutes before feeling like she was laying on the Sun. She tugged at her shirt, hearing the stitching tear in a few places.
"What are you doing?" Drake asked, suddenly in front of her face. She continued to tug at her shirt, whimpering now that she felt like she was on fire. She kicked out as if that would get her jeans off. Drake was above her now, lifting her shirt over her head and unbuttoning her jeans. Soon, she lay there in her bra and underwear, face pressed into her pillow, and she was beginning to doze off. She didn't want to sleep, but the medicine was forcing her to just lay there and sleep. She couldn't move a muscle and she couldn't even keep her eyes open. The last thing she saw before the medicine came into full effect was Drake, lying next to her, watching her with worried eyes.
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