'Hurt me'

So full of rage…
The human race…
Hold me while I'm falling down,
Rearrange what you have found.

Last night was long and tedious. I had finally succumbed to Drake's commands to clean up the kitchen, but only after I forced him to dispose of the raccoon. Although, I think I have to get him a dictionary because his idea of disposal of an animal was skin it, gut it and finally save it to eat later. Apparently, his philosophy was 'meat is meat'…that is it. That was Drake's great philosophy.

"Get off your skinny ass," Drake barged into my room with no sense of personal space. I rolled my eyes at him as I got up off my bed. However, I quickly realized that I was hardly clothed. Last night my clothes were drenched in sweat and blood and since I was so tired, I simply stripped them off and climbed into bed. This left me in those horrid skimpy things called a bra and underwear, things my mother bought me the second I hit puberty.

"Would you mind not staring," I snapped as I threw the nearest thing I could grab, which happened to be my pillow. Smart me.

He simply batted the pillow aside and smirked; there was darkness in his eyes that I have only seen in the eyes of the boys my sister went out with every night. Quickly, I wrapped my arms around my body as if that would keep him from staring at me.

"Drake, get out of my room right now," I inched my way to my closet, but the dark boy jumped in my way wearing that same smirk. He advanced towards me, "What's wrong, don't want to play your dirty little games."

I shot him a glare, but, if he wanted to play games, then we will play some games. Quickly, I replaced my frown with a smirk as I walked closer to him. I trailed my finger down his clothed chest and shook my head, "If we're going to play my dirty little games, you can't be wearing this or this." My finger trailed all the way down to the edge of his jeans, tugging at the waistband.

"You're the whore, do all the work-

"It takes two to tango-

"I don't dance-

"And you're not paying me," I pushed him back into the wall with a grin.

He raised his hand, which was holding a small black hand gun, not surprisingly. The gun was pointed right at my chest but slowly made its way down to my navel. The cold metal sent shiver through my body.

After a few moments of letting him tease me, I grabbed the gun and turned it into my favorite weapon. I pressed up against his body; trapping him up against the wall, while holding the blade to his throat.

"I'm in control in this game, Drake," I spat applying more pressure to the blade but not enough to draw blood. "You play by my rules."

"I play by nobody's rules, Jessica," he growled with that devil grin still on his lips, "You still have a lot to learn about me."

Hurt me.
You see me crawling on the floor,
Is that what you've been longing for?
Hurt me.
Is this enough
Do you want more?
Go on if it makes you soar.

I tilted my head; my long chocolate curls spilling over my left shoulder. Drake kept that grin as he grabbed my wrist and spun me so that I was up against his back, my arm twisted in a rather painful manner behind my back. I could feel his warm breath on my ear, "Everyone plays by my rules-

"Then we have some problems now don't we?" I grunted as I jammed my other elbow into his ribs causing him to double over. However, before I could completely pull way I felt his hand grab my hair, roughly pulling me to the floor.

Yanking my head back, he sneered in my face, "We've always had problems but we seem to work past them pretty well."

"Sure, if you mean that we constantly abuse each other-

"I control you," he yanked me up, his hand still in my hair, my blade now on the ground far away from my hand. "You take it like the good little whore you are, while I let you think you have control over me."

I let out a short cruel laugh at this, "Drake, I think Caine has knocked you into one too many walls. I wonder if that affects your buddy down there…" This only received a growl from him as he pushed me away, letting go of my hair. Before I turned to look at him, I reached up and massaged my head; he had a strong grip, who would have guessed.

"Get dressed," I heard my door slammed shut before I even had a chance to turn and look at Drake.

Sophia finally barked, making me send a glare at her, "Perhaps you're not as smart as I thought you were. Whatever happened to protecting your owner?" She simply licked my face. I patted her head as I turned to my closet, "I'm not forgiving you yet, dear."

Sliding my closet doors open, I stood back trying to figure out what to wear. I could go with sex appeal, but I doubted our little fun was going to continue anytime soon. In the end, I picked a gray ribbed sweater and blue jeans with my checkered vans. Now, I just have to fix my hair and I should be ready to go out for some target practice and then just wander on through the town. Unfortunately, I lost my hairbrush two days ago, making me to resort to using my fingers to fix out whatever damage Drake did to my hair.

Why grab the hair? If anything he could have punched me but grab my beautiful silky hair, cruelty. Especially since shampoo will become a rarity in the FAYZ soon enough, then there will be just long greasy locks hanging loosely around my body.

"I wonder if I can make my own shampoo," I said to myself as I walked slowly down the steps.

You hate my face,
My sweet embrace,
You hate me when I'm all around.
Enjoy it when I'm burning down.

Drake was in the kitchen, sitting at the table with a bowl of cereal and milk. On the strongly smelling bleach countertop, there sat a bowl along with the milk carton and box of Lucky Charms cereal. This was as far as Drake's 'kindness', if you can call it that, went. However, when I picked up the carton I frowned when I saw the expiration date circled in red marker. It was the date I would poof out, exactly to the last second. My frown only deepened upon seeing the smiley face.

Sadism: any enjoyment in being cruel.

Just one of the words from the small pool of characteristics that defines Drake. Now you look up Drake Merwin in the dictionary and this is what you will find:

Drake Merwin: a sadistic fourteen-year-old boy, who takes advantage of any moment he can be cruel and enjoys sitting back and watching the cruelty play out.

I poured the milk and cereal into the bowl without a peep. All he wanted was a reaction out of me so that he could beat me down. It was no longer a game of control; it turned into a cat and mouse situation. Drake is the cat and I am the mouse, well guess what Jerry? I'm gonna beat you in your little game.

Sitting down at the table, I sighed, "So are you going to tell Caine?"

"Tell him what?" Drake said while still chewing.

"That I'm going to poof in two days," I rolled my eyes at him. "Thanks for the reminder, by the way."

"Anytime," he grinned, "And no, it's none of my business to tell him. That's all up to you but I doubt that he doesn't already know by now. We've been shifting through everyone's files for their birth certificate."

I stared at him silently before looking back down at my cereal. All that came out was, "Oh."

Drake said nothing because there was not much else to be said now. Obviously, Caine did not care if I left but then why force Drake to train me every day for the last few days. That is when it clicked in my head; I was a distraction for Drake so that Caine wouldn't have to deal with him and Diana twenty-four-seven.

I smiled at this thought that I was simply a distraction for Drake. Bet Drake hasn't figured that out yet, or ever would. Caine is smarter than I give him credit for; he knows that even a person like Drake would not pass up the opportunity to be with a girl; but for Drake, it was to show his dominance.

"Can you eat any slower?" That voice snapped me out of my thoughts. My plain brown eyes were caught in his now; I could still the darkness lingering in there.

Downing the rest of my milk, I got up and walked to the sink to wash the empty bowls. I sighed, "I could be but I won't."

"Good, because we're gonna have a different type of practice today," there was that devil grin that always made me shiver with fear. That grin meant hell was coming for me.

"How so?" I asked keeping the fear from my voice.

"You'll see," he walked out of the kitchen leaving me to clean the empty bowls. I stood there frozen in fear, heart pounding nearly right of my chest. However, two sharps barks startled me out of my thoughts.

"Zack," I hissed turning on the faucet, "You're going to give me a heart attack one of these days."

He simply whined as he nuzzled his large face against my legs. I patted his head sadly, "I know baby, I know. I'll be gone soon but don't worry, I'll let you and Sophia lose somewhere far from Drake."

Hurt me.
You see me crawling on the floor,
Is that what you've been longing for?
Hurt me.
Is this enough
Do you want more?
Go on if it makes u soar.

Once I was done washing the dishes, I made sure that Zack and Sophia were out in the back before heading on out of the house. Drake was already in the car honking the horn as if that will hurry me up. I rolled my eyes as I reached the passenger side and got in.

"You are being very slow today," Drake snapped as he backed out of the driveway.

"You are very impatient today," I snapped back as I pulled on my seatbelt even though he was driving at the fastest speed possible in the FAYZ, a whooping 30 MPH. After a small pause, I added, "Patience is a virtue."

"I'm not virtuous," he plowed on down the street not stopping for anyone, unless it was a little kiddie crossing the street with Mother Mary or Brother John.

"No shit," I sighed as I looked out the window right at the plaza.

Silence settled in between us but it was hardly uncomfortable. Neither of us wanted to talk to the other in the first place, when we did talk, it was to argue about something or the conversation just happened by chance.

However, my eyes caught something in the plaza I did not see the day before, there was another cross marking a grave. Someone else died but I wasn't surprised. Children were running over town and bullies were hardly ones to keep the order. They needed adult figures to keep them in line not big bullies to beat them back.

"Someone else died," I said reclining my seat thinking I could take a small nap since I was still a bit tired.

"Diana?" his voice dripped with sarcasm.

"I wish," I sighed softly under my breath. Now, I didn't hate Diana but I didn't like her either. We hardly talked to each other and when we did, I wished that Drake were there to shoot her brains out. There were times my own fingers twitched for needle and thread to sew her mouth shut, but I kept it to myself. Finally, I answered, "I don't know…just someone. Did anything happen at the fire station last night?"

"Nope," he turned sharply down the highway that leads out of town.

"I thought you told me there was a commotion," I rested on my side, facing him.

"There was but it was nothing. Just some people breaking the rules, which by the way, you're breaking a ton."

I don't know what came over me, but I just began laughing, "What are you going to do about it?"

"You'll see," his dark tone made me shudder.

He had a plan, which was frightening. Drake hardly ever had a plan unless the situation needed one, and it always included some sort of weapon and possible death. Perhaps I shouldn't have been so playful this morning.

'Oh well.'

I yawned and closed my eyes knowing it would take a little more time until we reached the place.

We came to a sudden stop that caused me to wake up later than expected. I sat up and looked out the window only to be greeted with massive amounts of greenery; I've been here only once before but I was younger than.

We were at the National Park where my father took me once before for odd reasons such as survival techniques and fishing tips. It was our only father-daughter bonding moment. However, all those thoughts left me when I felt that horrid feeling of the gun barrel against the top of my head.

Hurt me.
You see me crawling on the floor,
Is that what you've been longing for?
Hurt me.
Is this enough
Do you want more?
Go on if it makes you soar.

Ah! Drake has finally snapped! Or has he? Review and you shall find out~ ^_^

I do not own the book Gone nor the song 'Hurt Me' by Kerli...AND

Thank you to Caris L Clearwater for looking the trememdous help, hopefully it's better than you first read it x_x if not I'll go back over the grammar stuff.

Valkerie: Here is the update before the 7 day time limit was up but you can still send over Drake Merwin~ Lol!

And thank you EVERYONE who has been reviewing and reading, you are all just amazing people~ ^_^