WARNING: INTENSE SENSUAL SCENE!

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Last Night

The warm water washed over me. The dirt, blood and God know what else, slid down my body and right on down the drain. I scrubbed hard and long, as if that would take the events of today out of my memory.

Drake had hit me with the gun even after his watch began to beep, which had meant the end of the hour. I reached up and touched the gash on the left side of my face that ran from the top outer corner of my eyebrow to the end of my jaw line. It wasn't a big gash, but it will be leaving a scar.

The medicine is blending in mixing the blood with oxygen;
I need this right now to figure myself out,
Cutting through the ribbons of self-doubt.
I never thought you'd see me this way,
You are the worst and I am to blame.

I stepped out of the shower with simply a towel around my body, my once perfect body. It hurt to move, but I walked out of the bathroom with my head held high; the gash and all my other wounds my red badge of courage. However, the minute I reached my room and closed the door, I fell to my knees and began sobbing.

The hunt, the FAYZ, everything…it was too much for me. I can't possibly take any more of this…of this abuse. I wanted my old life back, I wanted my uncaring father, who never paid a single damn attention to me. I wanted my body obsessive mother, who always made me go to the gym day and night after making sure I only ate 500 calories that day. I wanted my sex driven sister, who would be passed out on her bed, which was right next to mine. It sounded horrible, but all that would be better than Drake Merwin.

I flinched upon hearing the front door open and slam shut. Quickly, I dried my tears as I got up. I can't let him see me crying, he would just sneer at me and tell me how weak I am and I am not weak.

I walked to my bed, where I had laid out something simple to wear, my sister's soft red robe and my underwear; a bra was too much of a hassle right now with my sore muscles. I dropped my towel around my ankles as I pulled on the simple articles of clothing. Once that was done, I climbed into my bed and hid under my covers in a fetal position.

I closed my eyes as my pillow soaked up my salty tears. I just had one more night, just one more night until I disappeared forever. Until I'm gone from Drake's control forever. At first, I didn't think I would be able to sleep, but my exhaustion took over and a deep sleep settled over me.

Close the door, lock it tight,
Then I'll know you're safe tonight.
Turn on a song that means the most,
Believe I'm there and hold me close.

I'm back there, in the forest, running for my life. I could hear the quick, deadly strides of the hunter right behind me. I wanted to turn and look at the man causing me this pain, but I kept running forward not looking back. I had to; there was no other choice for me.

I could hear him chuckle, 'Run Jessica, run away. That is all you can do.'

My heart was racing, my lungs were about to burst, but I couldn't stop! He was right behind me, ready to kill me, how could I possibly stop? How could I stop running!

Suddenly, everything became dark. I stumbled onto the ground, but I had to get up before he came to kill me. Yet, everything around me was in complete darkness; how could I run anymore? All I could do now was sit and wait for him to come and end my miserable life.

However, I felt a hand grab my wounded arm and pull me up. His rough voice shook me out of my-self wallowing thoughts. "Jessica, you can't die! Not here, not now, not ever."

I pulled away from him, tears pooling in my eyes as I yelled at him, "Why? Why do you care?"

"You are under my watch and no one dies under my watch," he growled as he grabbed my already bruised wrists. I stood there and stared hard into the darkness trying to see whom it was. I vaguely recognized the voice and the feel of his touch, but I couldn't believe it. He would never come for me, he would never save me; he is the hunter not the rescuer, right?

She is in my bloodstream, tonight she's draining me,
The room is filled with reds and blues.
I follow as she leads into the darkness.
Drying up my veins, she's a ghost, a silhouette,
Calling out my name.

Yet, I didn't have time to think about it when that horrid laugh reached us. I closed my eyes as the cold metal pierced through my body and stayed there. Suddenly, everything was bright again, as my hunter stood over me grinning down at me. She bent down and took out the knife from my chest as I only stared at her aghast.

"Surprise," she giggled as she tucked the blade into her makeshift belt. Those large plain eyes stared into mine; watching the life simply vanishing in mine.

I sat up gasping for air. Little beads of sweat slid down my forehead, my heart was pounding against my chest and tears rolled down my cheeks. I wrapped my arms around my knees as if that would keep me safe, but I haven't felt safe since the FAYZ began.

That's when Drake walked right into my room; I didn't look up at him. When he sat on the edge of my bed, I turned my face to look out the window; the gash he created, turned to him. After a few moments of silence, he was still there.

Keeping the tears back, I asked softly, "What do you want Drake? Haven't you done enough damage for today?"

"You're leaving tomorrow," he said plainly avoiding my question.

"Yes, I know, and I can't wait," I rested my chin on my knees still not looking at him.

If I had been looking at him instead of the tree outside my window, I might've seen him tense up upon hearing my response, but I didn't and took his own response the wrong way.

"Good riddance," he growled as he stood up. "I have no use for someone weak and useless as you."

These lies will fall into the pieces I left you,
Of your favorite picture torn in two.
I never thought we'd end up this way,
You are the worst, I am to blame.

I'm weak?

I just proved I was stronger than he was today! I beat him today! How dare he call me weak? I turned to look at him, but only got his back. "Well good! Then I won't have to deal with you! You and your sick little mind!"

"Good!" he turned on his heel to face me. "And I won't have to deal with your slutty ways!"

I stood up, angry that he walked into my life, angry that he interrupted my-self wallowing moment and angry that he just wouldn't leave me fucking alone. The robe became a little loose when I stood, but I was too angry to notice.

"Well," I pushed him, "Good, Merman! Can't wait until I poof off somewhere without you there!"

"Good," he yelled back as he advanced on me; his face mere inches from mine. I looked deep into those cruel gray eyes, not catching the moment the darkness entered them. I should be furious with him, I should've always been furious with him, but the instant his lips crashed onto mine, all that fury disappeared.

Close the door, lock it tight,
Then I'll know you're safe tonight.
Turn on a song that means the most,
Believe I'm there and hold me close.

I immediately wrapped my arms around his shoulders as his hands clasped tightly onto my waist. My head dropped back as his lips savagely moved from mine down to my throat. However, he didn't stop at my throat; he went father and father down.

Drake laid me on my bed, not in the softest manner, but I didn't mind. Just feeling his rough touch on my sore, cut-up body sent senses wildly racing through my body. My robe became even looser as he towered over me, his eyes taking in my no longer perfect, pale body. There was that hunger in his eyes, those once distant gray orbs, staring back into mine.

Slowly, I drew him back into me by grabbing onto his collar. My fingers deeply tangled into his hair as his lips trailed down the wound he gave me, the gash that would forever scar me externally and internally.

I meant to yell at him, but it only came out as a moan, "You jerk."

I could feel his mouth curl into a smirk as his lips latched onto mine; he bit my bottom lip almost as if asking for entrance, very shocking, until I felt a cold, strong hand grab a hold of one of my breasts. I gasped, letting his tongue have full access to my mouth. However, I didn't let him reign for long in there; soon enough, there was a battle, but in the end he won by cheating, naturally.

Drake and I still had a fight for control that night. How could we not? It was in our nature after all…

She is in my bloodstream, tonight she's draining me,
The room is filled with reds and blues.
I follow as she leads into the darkness,
Drying up my veins, she's a ghost, a silhouette,
Calling out my name.

I lost myself in him that night, my first and last night with him, but it felt right. I didn't feel a single sense of regret that I thought I would feel.

Before the FAYZ happened, I used to think that sex should be saved for that one special person at a later time in life once you fell in love; not the multiple boys my sister went out with every night from the age of fifteen. Then again, maybe Drake was the one for me…but was the timing right?

'Jessica, you hardly have time' a voice from the back of my head sighed.

So close the door and lock it tight,
Then I will know you're safe tonight.
Turn on the song that means the most,
Believe I'm there and hold me close.

An arm tightened around my waist, pulling me closer to the bare, strong chest of the ever so surprising Drake Merwin. My head rested against his chest with my eyes wide open as I listened to his heartbeat…

There were still a few hours until morning, but I didn't want it to come. However, I couldn't go back to sleep. I had feigned sleep for a little while, after that wonderful moment, but the minute I knew Drake was deep asleep, I've been simply staring out at the tree by my window.

Although, every now and then my eyes would glance up at the peaceful expression on his face as he slept with his chin on top of my head. Who knew Drake even had a peaceful moment. I smiled, knowing that it was probably because he was having amazing dreams about torturing and killing people he hated.

I wasn't a fool; what happened last night was simply a moment of want between both of us. I needed someone to hold me and he just wanted me, but I didn't care because during that moment, I felt something I didn't think someone as young as me could feel yet. Still, I had to keep my mouth shut around Drake about it, since he would never return my feelings. Nevertheless, he wouldn't have time to; I was leaving soon enough.

With the little time I did have left, I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep.

Close the door, lock it tight,
Then I'll know you're safe tonight.
Turn on a song that means the most,
Believe I'm there and hold me close.

-is hiding behind Jessica- You can't kill me Drake! =P But thank you for the review ^_^ Lol

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Also, special thanks to Caris L Clearwater for all the great work in pointing out my grammar mistakes, that I will forever will be working on just to make this story better for all of you.

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