A/N: I was so amazed at the reviews I got! Thank you all so much! Well, I'm gonna answer a question of my own. Drake does not call Walter 'Dad' because, first, I still think that's kind of weird, second, this is based on a few weeks after the second episode and at the time he totally did not want a new dad and barely a new brother. Now, second question and this is for you guys. I have always written Drake's sisters name like "Megan" but I've been reading a lot of fanfics where they call her "Meghan", so does anybody know which one it is? Thank you all for reviewing, it meant a lot to me! And I must also thank my best friend for coming up with this chapter two title and the title of the story! So thanks Morg!

Disclaimer: No…I still don't own Drake & Josh; even if I did do you really think I'd be writing on here when I could be writing for money?

A Desire to Escape – chapter two

It had been days since the incident with Walter, and Drake had basically forgotten about it. But what he had not forgotten about was the stupid end of the year tests. Even Meghan wasn't constantly pulling pranks on the two brothers, because she also was studying hard.

"I'll see you later, a friend of mine needs some help studying for tomorrows tests, so we're going the library," Josh grabbed his school bag and left the house, leaving Drake lying lazily on the couch.

Hearing his stomach growl, Drake walked into the kitchen for a quick bite to eat. He started opening all the cabinets but so far couldn't find anything sweet, opening the last cabinet Drake stared in shock at the four bottles of Livingstone's Blush Chablis lying on the top shelf of the empty cabinet. Drake couldn't believe what he saw. Grabbing the bottles, he started pouring them out in the sink in anger.

"What are you doing?" A voice asked behind Drake. The voice made him stop immediately, eyes widened. Carefully putting the thin bottles in the sink, he slowly turned around, putting on a fake smile.

"N-nothing! What would I be doing?" Drake said in a cheerful tone.

He tried very hard not to wince as Walter stepped closer. There was a crazy look in Walter's eyes, and Drake didn't like it.

Walter took another step forward, and Drake involuntarily stepped back, his back hitting the edge of the sink.

"It appears that you're pouring out my Chablis, but I know a smart boy like yourself would never do that," Drake couldn't tell what Walter was up to, his expression was unreadable.

"Oh, you m-mean these old t-things?" He tried his best not to stutter.

"Yes, I m-mean those old t-things," Walter mocked, but not in a friendly way.

Drake felt like a caged animal, his eyes racing back and forth between the two kitchen doors, trying to come up with a way to get out.

"I know what you're thinking, boy. It's written in your eyes. You can't get out, I won't let you," That tone had a dangerous edge to it, Drake tried to suppress a shudder that shook his whole body.

This was too much; Drake had never wanted to feel this way again. To feel so vulnerable and over powered. Fear took over his mind, causing him to slowly panic and feel silly at the same time.

Walter stepped forward again.

And that's when Drake took the chance to catch Walter off guard, and run for the door. Relief washed over him as he ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his room. As soon as he got in his room he locked the door and ran to the window.

He had to get out. Those five words were repeated over and over again.

A knocking on his door made Drake's blood run cold. He looked outside his window, he knew it would hurt if he fell the wrong way but was willing to risk it.

'Thank God Meghan's not home,' Drake thought to himself. And then he jumped.

As he landed on his feet (which immediately gave way) a feeling of relaxation sped through him. Lying down on the grass, he calmed himself down after what had just happened. He was safe, not for long, but safe for the time being.

Standing up, he unlocked the fence and walked out into the front yard just in time to see his mother pull up, with Meghan in the backseat.

Drake had never smiled so much, even when he was kissed by a girl he didn't smile as much as he did now. He knew his mother would protect him, she always had.

Helping her carry the groceries in, Drake passed by a very cheerful Walter, or so it would appear. But Drake saw deeper than the happiness, he could see frustration hidden deep in those eyes.

"Meghan, how was school?" Walter asked. Meghan put on her 'good-little-girl' smile.

"It was great, daddy! The teacher said I'm the best in class,"

Walter's grin widened, "Of course you are, sweetheart!"

"How about you, Drake?" Audrey asked, putting away the milk.

"It was fine, boring as usual."

"Well, you better be studying for those tests or no getting your drivers license!" She said sharply. Drake nodded, "I am, mom."

Sighing, she threw away the last grocery bag, "Go get cleaned up for supper, Hunny."

Drake slowly walked up the stairs, only aware of his step-dad's presence when he reached the top. Turning around quickly he almost ran into the man.

"That stunt you pulled today was not amusing, and you better not try it again. Because next time I'll catch you," To prove his point he pushed Drake away from him, causing the teen to fall on his back.

With one final glare, Walter walked back down the stairs. And Drake could hear him chatting in his usual, but now known as fake, cheerful tone. Drake couldn't help the shiver that went up his spine when he thought about what Walter had said. He knew the man was serious, he had heard it before, and he wasn't going to provoke Walter.

Sick to his stomach, Drake walked to the bathroom and leaned over the toilet. He retched everything he had eaten today until his stomach settled and he could get up without gagging.

Looking at his appearance in the mirror, he was shocked. He had bags under his eyes, and he looked like he had lost a ton of weight. Throwing some water on his face to make him look a little more awake, Drake got ready to go eat dinner.

He made a promise to himself. Next time Walter hit him, he would tell Josh. He could count on Josh, because they were brothers.

Smiling to himself, Drake walked back downstairs.

TBC