Chapter 15 – Greg's promise
Waking up slowly he looked around. He realized that he was in a hospital bed and his arm that he had broken was in a cast and a white sling. He had an IV also in his good arm and when he moved it, the needle would stab his vain and make him wince. The hospital room was dark; it was dark from the shades that were closed.
Just then as he was going to go back to bed and get some rest, Abby came running into the room. "Oh thank god Drew you are alright!" She said hugging him tightly. "Mom... to tight!" Drakken said as she squeezed him more and more. Letting go she got a chair and sat next to him. "What happened?" Drakken asked. "You broke your arm when you feel bout of the barns hayloft. You're lucky it's just your arm, and you didn't hurt your head." She said kindly. "Yeah... I should be more careful next time." Drakken said sullenly. Their was a long silence until little Drakken broke it. "Mom, where is dad?" He asked. "Oh your dad is just down the hall, he will be in, in a little bit. The doctor is talking to him." Abby said patting his arm. "Will you guys not fight anymore?" Drakken asked his mother rubbing his eyes. Abby sighed and looked down. "Drew... you know I don't like to fight with your dad, but sometimes you have to do that to people to find the truth... but no I will try to stop fighting with him." She said smiling at him. He smiled back feeling dizzy. "Try to get some rest, I'm sure your arm hurts very badly, take a nap." Abby said holding his hand. "Where will you be?" Drakken asked closing his eyes. "Ill stay with you until you wake up hunny." She said, and with that little Drakken had fallen asleep.
Drakken had gotten better and finally got to go home with his mom and dad. His arm took a while to recover but did eventually. Greg banded him from the loft in the barn until they fixed it and it was safer to go up and play. Nor was he aloud to be on the horses until his arm was broken, and that made Drakken very sad. It wasn't until one day when Drakken was home building something upstairs his dad came up to be with him. "Hey Drew." Greg said walking into his bed room. "Oh hi dad." Drakken said mixing some formula's together. "Um... what are you doing?" Greg asked curiously. "Well, you see this is going to be my way to put anyone who drinks it undermind control... and then I can have slaves." He said pushing his glasses back up on his nose. Greg laughed and took a seat in a chair across from him.
The weather that day was old and icky out. Staring out the window he realized his son was lonely. He never brought any friends over to ride bikes or play games or play in the woods... nothing. Nor did anyone ever call Drew on the phone to talk or even ask about what homework was. It hurt Greg to know that his son was an outcast and it hurt him even more to see he had no one. "Hey Drew?" Greg asked coming back from his thoughts. "Yeah dad." Drakken said not even looking up. "Do you have any friends at school?" "Friends... no not really." Drakken said sadly. "Why? I mean don't you play with the children in your class?" He asked.
Drew looked up and sat on his knee's getting conferrable. "Well I try to," "But what?" Greg asked. "They push me away or call me names." "What do they call you?" Greg said in a voice that told Drew he was concerned about him. Drakken took a deep breath and started to put his beakers and liquids away. "They call me Four eyes, and they call me Science Geek, and they call me... they call me scar boy...and... they tell me I am an Asshole." Drakken said sadly. "Who called you an asshole?!" Greg roared jumping out of his chair in fury. Drakken dropped his glass beakers in fright and was shocked to see his dad react the way he was. Quickly stepping back, his dad walked towards him. "The boys at school." He stuttered out in fright. Greg raised his hand, and Drakken screamed and ran and hid in a corner shivering. Greg was going to run his hand through his hair, and was taken back from what his son had just done. "Drew... why are you afraid?" He asked slowly walking over to Drew who was shivering and whimpering at the same time.
"Drew... I'm not going to hurt you." Greg said, his voice was sad and his face was white. Greg was very upset, the kind of upset that he knew that his son was being abused at school. "Don't h-hurt meeeee." He wailed as tears streamed down his pale face. "Why would I ever hurt you?" Greg said kneeling down in front of his son and when he touched his shoulder he quivered in fear. "Everybody h-hurts meee at scho-ol." He said chocking between tears. "Drew," Greg whispered as a small tear started to run down his own face. Opening his arms, Drakken quickly flew into them and wrapped his arms around his dad's neck. Greg held his little boy and picked him up. Drakken was crying harder now on his shoulder as Greg hugged him more. "Come on... let's go down stairs and talk." Greg said taking his son down stairs and lighting a fire.
Sitting on the couch he let his son sit on his lap and cry in his arms. "I don't know why you would think that I would ever, EVER hurt you." Greg said rubbing his back trying to calm him down. "I-I know, its just I'm so scared!" He wailed holding on to his shirt with a strong grip. "Awwww Drew, I wont let anyone ever hurt you!" Greg said in a calm voice letting Drakken know that he loved him very much. "It's too late." Drakken said opening his eyes and starting to breathe normal again. "What?" Greg said looking at his sons red face. "I said, it's to late... I get beat up everyday." That's when it hit him. He saw the fear in his son's diamond black eyes, and why every day he would come home looking like a ghost and was always slouching while he sat. He never sat up in a chair and when he did he would winced in pain. And Greg had a feeling he knew what it was.
Setting his son back on his feet, "Take your shirt off." Greg said. "Why daddy?" "Take it off Drew, and turn around." Drakken was so upset he didn't want any more upset. He unbuttoned his top and slid it off his body. Turning around, Greg almost got sick from what he saw. Tears of sadness and anger flew down his face. Upon his sons back were fresh and old scars that looked like whip marks. His sons little pale back looked like he was a slave from Egypt during the time of Moses. Drakken kept his head down and small tears streamed down his face. Some of the scars were long and others where medium. 'God help me. Im going to kill the son of a bitch who did this to my son!' Greg thought as more tears streamed down his face.
"Some of the girls laugh at me and say that I have bad dreams and its not the boys who do this to me... they say its Freddy Kruger... the man with the finger knives." Drakken whispered in fear. Greg could take it anymore; taking his sons arms he turned him around and held him in his lab. "Drew, im so sorry!" Greg said crying holding him with all of his might. Drakken started to cry again to, and buried his head in his dad's chest. "Why?!" Greg said to himself as more clear tears of pain ran down his face. "Why did you let them hurt him!?" Greg screamed, and Drakken started to shiver in fear. Drakken then noticed that Greg wasn't talking to him nor himself... Greg was talking to God. "Whyyyyy? whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy? He doesn't deserve this." Greg said crying and breathing heavily cradling his son in his arms. "I love you daddy." Drew whispered still clinging onto his shirt. "I love you to Drew." Greg said rested in head on his son's forehead. "That will be the last time anyone ever hurts you.... I promise." Greg said, and with that Abby's car lights came up the driveway and she came out of the car and into the house...
.:. Hello. That I know was a very SAD and disturbing chapter. But it is the truth in this story. That one was very sad, but it might not be the last sad chapter you will find in this story. I hope you like it so, far, please leave reviews! Yall da best! P.S leego r u ever going 2 update ur story? Its soo good! lol. Brit you rock! All my friends Do! .:.
Waking up slowly he looked around. He realized that he was in a hospital bed and his arm that he had broken was in a cast and a white sling. He had an IV also in his good arm and when he moved it, the needle would stab his vain and make him wince. The hospital room was dark; it was dark from the shades that were closed.
Just then as he was going to go back to bed and get some rest, Abby came running into the room. "Oh thank god Drew you are alright!" She said hugging him tightly. "Mom... to tight!" Drakken said as she squeezed him more and more. Letting go she got a chair and sat next to him. "What happened?" Drakken asked. "You broke your arm when you feel bout of the barns hayloft. You're lucky it's just your arm, and you didn't hurt your head." She said kindly. "Yeah... I should be more careful next time." Drakken said sullenly. Their was a long silence until little Drakken broke it. "Mom, where is dad?" He asked. "Oh your dad is just down the hall, he will be in, in a little bit. The doctor is talking to him." Abby said patting his arm. "Will you guys not fight anymore?" Drakken asked his mother rubbing his eyes. Abby sighed and looked down. "Drew... you know I don't like to fight with your dad, but sometimes you have to do that to people to find the truth... but no I will try to stop fighting with him." She said smiling at him. He smiled back feeling dizzy. "Try to get some rest, I'm sure your arm hurts very badly, take a nap." Abby said holding his hand. "Where will you be?" Drakken asked closing his eyes. "Ill stay with you until you wake up hunny." She said, and with that little Drakken had fallen asleep.
Drakken had gotten better and finally got to go home with his mom and dad. His arm took a while to recover but did eventually. Greg banded him from the loft in the barn until they fixed it and it was safer to go up and play. Nor was he aloud to be on the horses until his arm was broken, and that made Drakken very sad. It wasn't until one day when Drakken was home building something upstairs his dad came up to be with him. "Hey Drew." Greg said walking into his bed room. "Oh hi dad." Drakken said mixing some formula's together. "Um... what are you doing?" Greg asked curiously. "Well, you see this is going to be my way to put anyone who drinks it undermind control... and then I can have slaves." He said pushing his glasses back up on his nose. Greg laughed and took a seat in a chair across from him.
The weather that day was old and icky out. Staring out the window he realized his son was lonely. He never brought any friends over to ride bikes or play games or play in the woods... nothing. Nor did anyone ever call Drew on the phone to talk or even ask about what homework was. It hurt Greg to know that his son was an outcast and it hurt him even more to see he had no one. "Hey Drew?" Greg asked coming back from his thoughts. "Yeah dad." Drakken said not even looking up. "Do you have any friends at school?" "Friends... no not really." Drakken said sadly. "Why? I mean don't you play with the children in your class?" He asked.
Drew looked up and sat on his knee's getting conferrable. "Well I try to," "But what?" Greg asked. "They push me away or call me names." "What do they call you?" Greg said in a voice that told Drew he was concerned about him. Drakken took a deep breath and started to put his beakers and liquids away. "They call me Four eyes, and they call me Science Geek, and they call me... they call me scar boy...and... they tell me I am an Asshole." Drakken said sadly. "Who called you an asshole?!" Greg roared jumping out of his chair in fury. Drakken dropped his glass beakers in fright and was shocked to see his dad react the way he was. Quickly stepping back, his dad walked towards him. "The boys at school." He stuttered out in fright. Greg raised his hand, and Drakken screamed and ran and hid in a corner shivering. Greg was going to run his hand through his hair, and was taken back from what his son had just done. "Drew... why are you afraid?" He asked slowly walking over to Drew who was shivering and whimpering at the same time.
"Drew... I'm not going to hurt you." Greg said, his voice was sad and his face was white. Greg was very upset, the kind of upset that he knew that his son was being abused at school. "Don't h-hurt meeeee." He wailed as tears streamed down his pale face. "Why would I ever hurt you?" Greg said kneeling down in front of his son and when he touched his shoulder he quivered in fear. "Everybody h-hurts meee at scho-ol." He said chocking between tears. "Drew," Greg whispered as a small tear started to run down his own face. Opening his arms, Drakken quickly flew into them and wrapped his arms around his dad's neck. Greg held his little boy and picked him up. Drakken was crying harder now on his shoulder as Greg hugged him more. "Come on... let's go down stairs and talk." Greg said taking his son down stairs and lighting a fire.
Sitting on the couch he let his son sit on his lap and cry in his arms. "I don't know why you would think that I would ever, EVER hurt you." Greg said rubbing his back trying to calm him down. "I-I know, its just I'm so scared!" He wailed holding on to his shirt with a strong grip. "Awwww Drew, I wont let anyone ever hurt you!" Greg said in a calm voice letting Drakken know that he loved him very much. "It's too late." Drakken said opening his eyes and starting to breathe normal again. "What?" Greg said looking at his sons red face. "I said, it's to late... I get beat up everyday." That's when it hit him. He saw the fear in his son's diamond black eyes, and why every day he would come home looking like a ghost and was always slouching while he sat. He never sat up in a chair and when he did he would winced in pain. And Greg had a feeling he knew what it was.
Setting his son back on his feet, "Take your shirt off." Greg said. "Why daddy?" "Take it off Drew, and turn around." Drakken was so upset he didn't want any more upset. He unbuttoned his top and slid it off his body. Turning around, Greg almost got sick from what he saw. Tears of sadness and anger flew down his face. Upon his sons back were fresh and old scars that looked like whip marks. His sons little pale back looked like he was a slave from Egypt during the time of Moses. Drakken kept his head down and small tears streamed down his face. Some of the scars were long and others where medium. 'God help me. Im going to kill the son of a bitch who did this to my son!' Greg thought as more tears streamed down his face.
"Some of the girls laugh at me and say that I have bad dreams and its not the boys who do this to me... they say its Freddy Kruger... the man with the finger knives." Drakken whispered in fear. Greg could take it anymore; taking his sons arms he turned him around and held him in his lab. "Drew, im so sorry!" Greg said crying holding him with all of his might. Drakken started to cry again to, and buried his head in his dad's chest. "Why?!" Greg said to himself as more clear tears of pain ran down his face. "Why did you let them hurt him!?" Greg screamed, and Drakken started to shiver in fear. Drakken then noticed that Greg wasn't talking to him nor himself... Greg was talking to God. "Whyyyyy? whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy? He doesn't deserve this." Greg said crying and breathing heavily cradling his son in his arms. "I love you daddy." Drew whispered still clinging onto his shirt. "I love you to Drew." Greg said rested in head on his son's forehead. "That will be the last time anyone ever hurts you.... I promise." Greg said, and with that Abby's car lights came up the driveway and she came out of the car and into the house...
.:. Hello. That I know was a very SAD and disturbing chapter. But it is the truth in this story. That one was very sad, but it might not be the last sad chapter you will find in this story. I hope you like it so, far, please leave reviews! Yall da best! P.S leego r u ever going 2 update ur story? Its soo good! lol. Brit you rock! All my friends Do! .:.