This story will be told from the first person in Drake's point of view. Hope you enjoy it~ Please review at the end. Oh and I do not own Gone or the song 'Black Roses'.
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Clearwater – Indeed, he is just great. I actually had a lot of fun typing up his moody side.
Guns
Whoa, Ah
Yeah
Aha
Tell you a story of a love I left behind,
It was a broken fairy tale.
I gave up all my pride,
Let love inside,
But tore me all apart when you played with my heart.
It would take at least an hour to reach Bitterweed Valley where we have been having all of our training sessions. Even though Jessica was rather bad at handling a gun, she was learning rather nicely. Well she normally was until yesterday when she almost shot herself. How she managed to do that, I did not have a single clue.
I heard a yawn from the passenger seat causing me to steal a quick glance only to see Jessica stretched out on the reclined seat. Great, she decided to take a nap before the session. Well, I guess that might help her focus more since she shouldn't be tired after an hour nap, hopefully. Who knew what would happen with this girl. She might actually be able to handle a gun today but then lose control the next day, there was no telling with her but there was one thing I could always count on from her, it was handling knives. It was a beautiful sight to watch her transform a gun to a fine pointed blade and fling right at the target. Just imagining it lodged in an actual person's stomach, such as Diana or even Caine, made me tremble with excitement. I can definitely use her for to my own advantage.
However, I frowned at that thought of simply using her. Then again, why should it matter? Not like I cared much about her in the first place. She came to us; we didn't go to her so it is her own fault that she's going to be used.
My eyes traveled to her once again for a few moments. There was the normal peaceful look on her face that I have grown accustomed to over the last couple days, seeing it somehow put me at ease. Perhaps it was her big brown eyes or the way her lips would curl into a smile when she knows I'm under her spell.
However, those periods were short lived because I always regained control over her. I had to, there was no way I'm going to fall under those witches spells ever again. Never will I let one of them make me feel pain, no, never again. Feeling pain meant you were weak and letting that pain control made you even weaker and nothing controls me.
Let me paint a picture of a cold and rainy night
As the candles fade to black.
I played our favorite song
'Til the needle was gone;
I've taken all I can,
You've played your last hand.
Her name was Marissa Jones. Frightening little beast she was, but amazingly sexy. I loved her, for the short time we were together, I loved her but it was all a game to her. She came in, trampled all over my life and caused me pain that I didn't even know existed. I wanted to kill her after what she did to me, but for some reason I didn't. Perhaps it was those long blonde locks, the mischievous glint in her green eyes or those lush lips that commanded my very existence. I'll never know now since she's gone.
I should have known the girl was going to cause me pain; she was a year older than I was. She was a sophomore and I was a freshman. What sophomore goes out with a freshman, even one like me? Back then, I hardly ever talked to anyone apart from Caine, although it goes for now too. Talking was a waste of energy unless one has an opportunity to taunt someone weaker than oneself.
Marissa was sent to Coates because she set her own house on fire with her family still in it. Apparently, she was a huge pyromaniac and hated her family, which made perfect sense because even I wanted to kill them. Her mother was the prostitute for the neighborhood and her father always in one meeting or another with his secretary. It sickened even me when I met them trying to cover everything up as if it were all okay. However, in the end, I realized she deserved them as parents because she was a slut herself.
After a few months of dating, telling her my dreams (yes psychopaths have dreams), and just letting her into my life, something I have never let anyone do before; she left me.
She left me.
Black roses and a bottle of wine,
Those were the only things that I left behind.
Keep searching 'cause it's so hard to find,
All you got are the tears that you cry,
Black roses and wine.
For weeks, I avoided everyone and anyone who managed to get in my way I nearly killed from the rage.
'You are too young for me' she said.
'It's not you, it's me' she said.
'Luke has more experience than you' she laughed.
'You love me? I hate you, I only dated you because I was bored, although I still was when I was dating you' she smirked. 'Goodbye Drake Merwin.'
Those hurtful words came rushing back to me but I was over that, past all those thoughts. At least, I should be. Why are those horrid thoughts coming back now? Well duh, because I was thinking about her but why was I thinking about her? Oh right, Jessica…but how does Jessica relate to Marissa apart from their names sort of rhyming.
I chanced another quick glance at the sleeping girl next to me before returning my intense gaze at the road that lay before me. Jessica was still sleeping peacefully. Peaceful, could that have reminded me of Marissa? No, she was anything but peaceful. Another quick look. Maybe it was the physical features. No, Jessica has a fairer and softer look; Marissa was hardcore on the outside and inside. Then what was it? What did the two girls have in common?
I took in a deep breath of air retracing the string of thoughts back to the origin but it wasn't really working all too well. All that came up was the hurt that I felt when Marissa dumped me. What a bitch.
Sorry situation when your castle's made of sand
And it washes out to sea.
I pushed your love aside;
Cried my last cry,
My soul is in bloom,
Like flowers in June.
Jessica was not a bitch like Marissa or Diana. She was strong and commanding when she wanted to be, otherwise she was hardly there apart from her occasional taunts and jokes. Marissa was hardly ever funny; she was constantly demanding and obsessive for attention now that I think about it. Jessica doesn't seem like the kind of girl who would ever demand attention; she was the person who hid in the shadows, which was fine with me. Yet, I seek her out in those shadows. Why?
Black roses and a bottle of wine,
Those were the only things that I left behind.
Just keep on searching 'cause it's so hard to find,
All you got are the tears that you cry,
Black roses and wine.
I pushed the brake all the way down slowly as I neared our training grounds. Jessica began to stir slightly in the passenger seat but she didn't wake up quickly enough so I grinned and honked the horn startling her awake. She looked at me with wide eyes, clearly upset, "What the fuck is your problem!"
"Many things," I grinned as I killed the engine and hopped right on out. "Come on skinny ass, we've got training to do."
I slam the door shut and wait for her in our usual spot, at least a yard away from the target that had her knife marks and my gunshot holes. There were only two bullet holes in the target that were Jessica's; just the other day she actually used a marker to point out they were her shots. I shook my head at that memory; I nearly left her here since she was taking so long.
"Drake, you are such an asshole," she huffed when she reached my side.
"Why thank you, I don't have any nice comments for you," I smirked when she threw me glare. "Now, here's your gun, take aim and shoot."
"Why?" she practically groaned as she took the gun into her own hands. "We both know I suck at using guns, I'm better with knives."
"Yes but knowing how to use a gun can be very helpful later on," I pointed out with a sigh, and then rolled my eyes at her. "Here, let me help you."
Black roses and a bottle of wine…
Those were the only things that I left behind…
Keep searching 'cause it's so hard to find…
All you got are the tears that you cry,
Black roses and wine.
You don't miss your water 'til your well runs dry,
You don't miss your good thing, 'til it passes you by,
Like a bird in the sky, spread your wings and fly.
I went behind her then smirked; perhaps this time I can be the one that will put her under my sexual control. Slowly I slid my hand down the arm that was holding the gun and did the same with her other arm. My well-muscled body pressed into her back causing her to tense up and her breath to catch in her throat, making my smirk widen. Now, for the final touch, my lips are near her ears and I slowly breathed, "Now relax."
I could feel that she was still tense making me frown, "I said relax."
"I'm trying," she hissed. Jessica took in a deep, held it in for a few seconds and let it out slowly. I could feel her loosen up a little. My finger wanted to pull the trigger for her but I resisted, "Okay, now take aim. Make sure it is lined up with your target. Got it?"
She simply nodded her head. My lips brushed against her ear, "Now fire." She pulled the trigger letting me hear that beautiful sound of a bullet being fired by that metallic mistress of mine. I pulled away from her immediately and ran on towards the target. There was a nice sized bullet hole right in the bulls-eye. I beamed proudly at the girl standing still with her gun. I cupped my hands around my mouth as I walked a few feet away from the target, "You hit it! Now remember what I told you and try again!"
Jessica nodded her head but there was a moment of doubt that passed on her face but she took the stance and after a minute, fired. I ran back to the target and threw a victorious punch in the air before running back to her.
"You did it," I said still beaming proudly that I taught her something finally, all she needed was some very close encouragement. That made me smirk, "Of course, if I had known you needed help from a close distance, a very close distance, I would have done it sooner."
I saw her cheeks tint pink as she muttered, "Whatever."
My smirk only grew but I decided I would tease her more later on but now, I wanted to see her finish a few more rounds before heading back into town to check up with Caine as I'm supposed to every night. With a sigh, I said, "Come on; pop a few more then some knife throwing before heading on back into town."
She nodded her head, her cheeks still pink from embarrassment but I just stood back and watched, smiling when she hit the target just about every time. Not a single thought about Marissa ever entered my mind ever again since that moment.
Oh yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Hope you all enjoyed that, now please review, tell me what you thought about this chapter. It sort of took A LOT of revising but I think it's okay now, hopefully it's okay x_x I'm still going to be fixing it up here and there if I can, but in the meantime please review~