A/N: Hey guys! Thanks to all who reviewed, a special thanks to kbg, who's always had my back when I write. I really like this chapter and was inspired once again by tyson's lyrics. I geuss u could say that in a way this chapter is kinda dedicated to Martin Luther King Jr. Day and all it stands for. I am really proud of this chapter, and I hope every person that reads this will be inspired to review, cuz I would love that, but NO FLAMES! I have annoyed you all long enough, so I'll shut up now and let u read this chapter.

"Straightjacket Feeling"

Chapter 2: Etched

Drake yelled in pain as the whip fell continually upon his back, cutting into his flesh.

"What did I tell you? You do what I say and when I say it. I am your master," growled a faceless figure.

His minions laughed scornfully at Drake being whipped. Drake held the tears back at the searing pain that wrenched his body.

Drake felt anger and hatred replace the pain in his back, it surged through him like a bolt of wild lightning, "Fuck you! I will not do what you say!"

"Prepare to be beaten until you cry for it to stop like the coward you are."

Blood dripped from Drake's lip, "You mother fucker! You're the coward!"

"Strike him, AGAIN!"

The whip slashed across his back, taking his skin with it and he felt like all consciousness was speeding away from him, he didn't even have time to yell.

It was 5 a.m. on a Monday morning and a tremor shot through Drake's body as he awoke with a violent jolt.

"It was just a nightmare... but I thought I could actually feel the whip cutting me apart," thought Drake.

He threw the blankets off of him and the cold air cut through his skin. He felt his head and realized he had broken out in a cold sweat. He got up and went to the bathroom. He took his shirt off and looked at his back in the mirror where he was sure scars would be etched painfully into his skin. There were no scars, thankfully. Relief flooded through his veins.

He realized that the nightmare surfaced from his emotions. In his history class, they had been studying about the Civil Rights Movement and all the wicked things the whites did to blacks. But, they didn't begin studying there, they started from slavery in the south.The slave owners would whip the blacks if they disobeyed. KKK used to burn blacks on crosses and do horrible things to them, also. The teacher had shown them a video where blacks were actually getting these bad things done to them and were screaming in pain, ready to die, than be discriminated against and face that cruelty.

Another thing that possibly triggered the nightmare was Drake's problems with himself and trying to turn his life around. He doesn't want to be like everyone else, he wants to be different. And being different means being his true self, the part the world never sees. He remembered that day Marc was bashing Dillon because he was different. It reminded him of when one black who had had enough stood up to his master and didn't take it. And for that, he got whipped or even died. These things must have caused the nightmare to occur. Mix these two things together and you got one hell of a nightmare.

Drake went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face, then he checked his back for cuts again, just to be sure. He decided he wouldn't tell Josh because Josh was in this melo-dramatic relationship with Mindy and Drake just didn't feel like he should bother Josh with his problems. He could work out his emotional wreckage on his own. It had been a week since Drake and Dillon had became friends. Everyone had accepted Dillon as Drake's new right hand man. There were still some people who didn't like Dillon's uniqueness, but he couldn't care less. Dillon had been the one person Drake could trust with anything. Dillon could help him make sense of things. He couldn't keep this nightmare to himself, it would push him over the edge and bend him until he breaks.

Drake jumped in the shower letting the hot water run over his body. He was ready to wince in pain when the water touched his back. But, it was as if the water healed him.. it was sweet sedation. He took his relaxing shower and then hurriedly got dressed and spent a half hour perfecting his hair. He left Josh a note on the bathroom door saying he had left early. After, he grabbed his bookbag and headed downstairs.

Audrey was cooking breakfast in the kitchen, "Drake, you're up early."

"Yeah, I wasn't feeling good."

"Oh, where are you heading off to?"

Dillon's house, I left something over there," lied Drake.

"Ok, have a good day."

"You too," and with that he left and got in his black corvette, which he had bought with his own cash. He put in his Nickelnback CD, letting the lyrics take him away. Twenty minutes later he was at Dillon's house. It was a two-story spanish style house with palm trees in the front yard and a pool out back. Drake went and knocked on the door. Mrs. Mathis answered it, "Hi, Drake."

"Hey, Mrs. Mathis. Is Dillon up yet?"

"No, but you're welcome to go to his room and wake him up. Second floor, third door on the right," she stepped aside to let him in.

"Thanks, Mrs. Mathis," Drake went up the stairs and was wondering how he was going to tell Dillon. He was so absorbed in his thoughts, he bumped into someone. At first, he thought it was Dillon. But, there was no way it could be Dillon. Drake felt like he was staring at a piece of heaven. Before him stood a tall, thin girl with long blonde hair and dazzling green eyes. She was in plaid pajama shorts and a camisole. Drake couldn't help but notice she had long, tan legs. He drifted off into fantasy land and realized he had bumped into her, "Oh, sorry."

"It's cool. Who exzactly are you?"

"Drake Parker, I'm Dillon's friend."

"Oh.. so you're Drake. Thanks for what you did for my brother that day, I wanted to kick Marc's ass myself, but Dillon wouldn't let me."

Drake smiled "You must share his explosive temper."

"Yeah.. I'm Dillons twin sister, Danielle by the way."

He shook her hand, "Hey, Danielle."

"So, what brings you to our house this early?"

"Came to talk to your brother."

"He's asleep, but you can try to wake him up. It was nice meeting you, Drake."

"Same here."

Danielle smiled at him and went to the bathroom.

Drake went to Dillon's room. It was huge, on one side of the room the walls were plastered with posters of his favorite bands. There was a plasma screen, an awesome stereo system, game systems, and in the corner lay his black fender strat and amp. On the other side of his room were pictures of him and Danielle surfing, a poster of his favorite pro surfer, and his yellow surf board. There were also shelves that held trophies and stuff from surfing competitions. Drake noticed Dillon sleeping soundly. He walked over and shook him, "Dillon, wake up."

Dillon's eyes snapped open, "Drake, what the hell are you doin' here?"

"Dude, why didn't you tell me you had a twin sister?"

Dillon rolled his eyes and groaned, "Dammit Drake, don't tell me you came this early to talk about Danielle."

"Actually, no. That's not why I'm here, you're the only one I could trust."

Dillon sighed in relief, "Good, I am about sick of telling guys to back off of Dani."

"Why didn't you tell me you had a sister?"

"Slipped my mind. I don't want another guy chasing after her."

Drake looked a little hurt, "Dillon, you know I'm not like that. Despite what the rumors say, I'm different than that. No one ever sees who I am under this layer of skin."

Dillon looked at Drake's hurt eyes, "Drake, I know. I didn't mean that, I am half asleep and my brain's not working. Tell me what happened."

Drake smiled at his best friend, "Dude, you need to get up and get awake. Or you're not going to understand."

"Must be important, then," Dillon threw off his satin emarald duvet cover and got up. He was in blue, plaid pants and a surf shirt that read 'The Big Kahuna.' He went to his bathroom and splashed cold water on his face and came back looking awake.

"Awesome room, by the way."

"Thanks."

Drake started pacing, "You might want to sit down for this."

Dillon sat down on his couch and waited expectantly.

"This morning I had a nightmare and woke up in a cold sweat. I dreamed a whip kept cutting through my back and a faceless figure said 'You will obey me.' and I said 'Fuck you! I will not!' and the whip was striking my back again and I felt like I was going to die, the pain was so intense. I felt like that whip was cutting me in half. Then, I woke up shaking. It felt so real, I swear I could feel the skin peeling off my back as the whip struck me."

Drake still hadn't stopped pacing and Dillon could see the clouds of worry in his eyes, "Let me geuss, this dream escalated because of that Civil Rights and other stuff we've been learing about in history, right?"

"Yeah, and also because of that day you didn't do what Marc said, you were not backing down and doing what he told you to do. I want to be different, I am not listening to what everyone tells me to be."

"Wow, that was deep, Drake. I understand what you're sayin."

" I mean, I treated girls like dogs in the past. And I got a reputation because of that. I never showed people that part of me because I was afraid they wouldn't accept me, if I didn't act like an ego-maniac. Which, I'm hot and I know I am. But, that's not the point. People can't see past who I've been and who I am."

Dillon was truly amazed. Drake had just revealed a part of his soul to him and he had shown raw honesty. Little did they know, Danielle had just seen and heard the whole thing. She had come to tell Dillon to hurry up and get ready, when she heard Drake telling his story.

A/N: Well, there ya go. I hope you loved the chapter. If you haven't already figured it out, Danielle will be Drake's new love interest. But, this won't happen for quite some time. Because Drake has some stuff he's got to deal with. But, anway if a lot of people review, I do update faster! Your reviews get the creative juices flowing and I can't stop writing. Please, REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!

-Erika