I'll Catch You
Here, here I am again
And I'm starin at these same four walls
Alone again
And now, all the colors blend
And I'm growing numb
And I've become this empty page
Hold on, it's tragic
Stumbling through all this static
I reached up to touch the red mark on my left cheek, but it only hurt when I did. However, it was just another mark of Drake upon me to show ownership. That was all. He was just like that monster in my dreams, and I can't deal with two monsters.
No, I didn't sign up for this when I beat the poof a couple days ago. I wanted to go back home where I could hide under the covers of my bed and pretend everything was okay. However, Drake wouldn't let me leave. He said that Caine still had some use for me, and that I was their property, and when they're done with me, I'll know. Of course, he said this after slapping me and before the coyote attack.
Drake had told Panda, who had been bleeding profusely at the time because of a coyote gnawing on his own arm, to take me back to Coates and lock me up in his room until he came home. I would've left immediately, but the horde of coyotes surrounding the SUV kept me from taking one step outside the car.
Now it was morning and I was still sitting on the edge of Drake's bed. There was a small splatter of blood on the corner of the bed sheet; my blood no doubt.
My blood, it was everywhere; it was on the floor, on the bed, on my clothes, and on his. So much blood, so much of my blood, and it was because of Drake Merwin that it was everywhere.
"Drake…" I murmured, my fingers gripping tightly onto the blood-splattered part of the bed sheet. A shiver passed down my spine. My eyes closed momentarily, to keep back the tears as the memory of the argument we had in the car came flooding back.
Why couldn't I go home? I just wanted to go back home.
'Because no matter how much he hurts you, you're stupid enough to still love him,' that voice said. 'Give up Jessica, he's a monster. It is best if you runaway now. You can do it. You have snuck out of the house before to go to parties, now just sneak out of Coates and go back to the right side.'
"They'll only hunt me back down," I snapped.
'You keep telling yourself that, you stupid girl'
"I'm not stupid!" I yelled.
I just wanna talk to you
My broken heart just has no use, I
I guess promises are better left unsaid, yeah
And every time you try to tell me
You say the words that I'm the only
But I'm the one who's crawling on the ground
When you say love makes the world go 'round
"Who are you yelling at?" a voice cut me off.
I looked over to see Diana with raised eyebrows standing in front of the half open door. A blush crept up my neck as I turned away and shook my head. "No one in particular…"
"You know," she began, but I quickly cut her off.
"No, I don't know."
She let out a small laugh before going on. "You've changed a lot. First, you mess around with Drake, which was fun to watch. Then you get all weepy over him. Finally, you fear him so much that you want to leave?"
My eyes snapped on hers as my brows furrowed. "How do you know that I want to leave?"
"Panda is a good little dog who told Caine all about the argument," Diana said with a smirk that I wanted to slap off her face. "Caine seemed oddly pleased about the argument."
I narrowed my eyes on her searching her dark eyes to see if she was lying, but if she was, than she's an excellent liar. Turning my back on her, I growled, "What do you want, Diana?"
"Just brought you some clothes, since the whole 'bloody freak' thing you've got going on isn't really working out." She was right behind me now; however, I wouldn't look at her. Just seeing her with that smirk made my blood boil and God knows what I would do to her if I even chanced a glance at the girl.
"Well, here are the clothes. It's a spare uniform of mine," she sighed as she set the clothes down on the bed. "Promise me you won't get blood on it; I hear it's hard to remove the stain once it's set in. I'll be outside with Caine, who's trying to restore part of the building." I heard the door open and start creaking shut, but then she added, "Is Drake worth the trouble?"
The door shut closed, leaving me there all alone to think about that last question.
"Is he worth the trouble?" I asked myself. "Or am I being stupid for thinking I'm in love with a psycho?"
I slowly got off the bed as my brain went into overdrive sorting everything out.
Should I stay or should I escape?
My love, look at what you've done to me
For someone who has felt so strong
It's amazing I'm completely gone
Hold on, it's tragic
Stumbling through all this static
First, I walked out of Drake's room with the clothes and headed down the hall to one of the many bathrooms. They were one of those large bathrooms with a dozen or so showers that were separated by three walls and a curtain. Once I was in one, I locked the door behind me so that one of the wandering boys in the building doesn't walk in on me.
Next, I unbuttoned the bloody shirt that originally belonged to Drake. As it fell onto the floor around my ankles, I sighed when I thought about the fact I'd have to stay in my bloody bra and panties. However, I did have those things back at home in my closet…but one thing I didn't have at home was Drake.
Shaking those thoughts from my mind, I walked over to the sink to wash up a little bit. However, I paused and instead, I took off the rest of my clothes to take a shower.
"Yeah, a shower will do me some good," I muttered to myself. "Cool my head down a little bit, help me think clearly."
With that thought in my head, I turned on the on shower, letting cold water wash over me. I shivered slightly, but kept it set on cold. I needed to keep it set at cool; how else will I get a cool, calm head?
There was a lot of dry blood caked onto my skin, making me scrub extra hard until my skin was raw. However, I kept scrubbing even after the blood was gone; it was as if I was scrubbing away the memories of all the pain he inflicted upon me. However, the sponge dropped from my fingers when I couldn't go on anymore.
I love him. I love him so much, but all he did was cause me pain in return. Then again, it's Drake, that's all he knows.
Yet…he took me to Lana so that she could heal me before I bled to death. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be here right now. However, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been shot in the first place and then rushed to Lana to be healed.
Still, he rushed me to her. Doesn't that mean something?
It has to mean something…
I just wanna talk to you
And my broken heart just has no use, I
I guess promises are better left unsaid, yeah
And every time you try to tell me
You say the words that I'm the only
But I'm one who's crawling on the ground
When you say love makes the world go 'round
I turned off the water and grabbed a towel I found off to the side. It was slightly wet, but it was still a towel. As I wiped off the excess water, I looked into the mirror and frowned at the girl staring back at me.
Two large dark sunken eyes on a gaunt little face, with large half-circles underneath taunted me. That once long silky hair turned into a tangle, and knot filled nightmare. This girl looked pale and sick, when she used to be strong and beautiful. How could so much change in such little time?
'Dra-
"No!" I growled angrily, my hands clenched into tight little fists. "It's not Drake, it's you! You monster! You're the one turning me against him! Just leave me alone you, fucking monster!"
'Smarter than I give you credit for,' the voice no longer masked itself.
"Just leave me alone please, just leave me alone," I sighed. "You know I'm under your command. I pledged my loyalty to you-"
'So has your good little boyfriend, Drake' it chuckled darkly.
My eyes widened in fear. "What do you mean?"
'Why don't you go back to your room, he should be back by now.'
Without wasting another second, I pulled on just the shirt and skirt, forgetting about everything else. My shirt was completely off by at least a couple buttons, but none of that mattered when I burst into Drake's room.
My hand clamped over my mouth as I gasped, "Drake…"
If that's the kind of love you give me
I'd rather be alone, believe me
Is that the way you 'posed to treat me
I'd rather walk away
"Do you like it?" That devil's grin lit up his face. I bit my lip as I took in the horror attached to his right arm. It reminded me of the red python I saw when my school took us on the field trip to the zoo. I hated that python; it scared the crap out of me.
Drake flicked his arm thing over at me, but it wasn't close enough to touch me. "Well, answer me Jessica. What do you think of this wonderful gift our master gave me?"
"Drake," I began, but I couldn't finish. I stood there trying to think of a way to block the red thing from my view, but it was still there. It will always be there and I will have to accept that if I'm going to stay for him.
"What's wrong, Jessica? Afraid?" He advanced towards me wearing that same devil smirk. "I thought you weren't afraid of me. What's wrong, don't like the new me?"
"Don't flatter yourself, I never liked you," I spat angrily; it was my natural reaction.
"Oh, then what were those moans from the night on the beach and your room?" That red thing wrapped around my waist.
"I was faking it." I began to struggle out of the red thing's grip. "Drake, let me go. I'm going back home!"
Drake let out a cruel laugh, "In your dreams. Oh wait, the Darkness controls you in your dreams."
"No one controls me, jackass," I snarled as he brought me closer to him.
"You know your buttons are a little off. Why don't you let me fix that?" That darkness crept into his eyes as he pulled me right into his chest. Without thinking, I grabbed the red thing and gripped it tightly. Suddenly, the smooth odd feeling thing turned into cold, hard metal.
I fell to the ground when Drake let me go. I didn't wait for him to say anything; I got up and bolted to the door, but that metallic thing wrapped around my waist. Soon, I could feel his warm breath on my ear. "Why do you keep trying to leave me? I saved your life and all you want to do it run away!" He threw me against the wall, for a moment, I just laid there crumpled on the floor, but I eventually got up.
"Drake, I'm not running away," I said so weakly that I didn't even convince myself.
Was I beginning to doubt myself again? No, I was just in pain. I didn't want to leave him.
With a stronger voice, I went on, "Okay, I'm trying to run away, but guess what? I'm failing because of you!"
"Well d-"
"Don't cut me off when I'm speaking!" I yelled, finally having that mental breakdown people have after undergoing so many crazy things ever since the FAYZ began. "I'm not running away because I can't leave you. No matter how much I try, I can't bring myself to leaving you. God knows why I can't leave you. I mean, are you worth it? You cause me all kinds of pain, physically and emotionally. Yet, I stay. I must be out of my mind for staying, but…I can't leave you Drake. I just can't because…I've fallen for you. Hard and fast, but you're not there to catch me at the bottom."
I just wanna talk to you
My broken heart just has no use, I
I guess promises are better left unsaid
Yeah
And every time you try to tell me
You say the words that I'm the only
But I'm one who's crawling on the ground
You say love makes the world go 'round, yeah
Drake stood there in shocked silence; I could clearly see him try to work out the meaning behind what I just said. However, I didn't wait for him to figure it out. I turned my back on him and walked on out; although, I didn't get far because I fell onto the ground outside the door and sat there in silence.
It felt like ages before Drake ran out of the room; he looked to the left and then to the right before spotting me sitting against the wall.
"I told you I can't leave," I sighed, but I didn't look up at him right away. When I did, I noticed that his right arm thing was no longer metal; it seemed my powers only affected it for a short time. However, without a single word, he pulled me up with his red arm and his lips were soon on mine.
It was a short kiss, though. He pulled away, but not too far; he rested his forehead against mine and our breath mingled. "Jessica, I'm not a man of words, I'm a man of action. You can't expect me to ask for forgiveness or whisper sweet nothings in your ear."
"Drake..." I smiled sadly. "Not to ruin this odd, confusing moment, but I never expected anything like that from you."
"Good, because all I can say anything close to sweet is, Jessica Vasquez," he whispered, his lips right on mine. "I'll always be at the bottom to catch you. After all, you're broken enough as it is."
"Jerk," I moaned as his lips pressed against mine in another one of his aggressive kisses.
You say love makes the world go 'round
Every time you try to tell me
I don't care you're not the only
Don't you know I'm coming back around
Cause I say love makes the world go 'round, yeah
Cause I say love makes the world go 'round
Rightio, first things first, thank you Caris and armygirl0604 for the reviews. ^_^
Now, I'm sad to say that I'm taking a short break from this story. I update just about everyday, but because I've been doing so, my brain has gone on the fritz. Therefore, I am taking a short break from typing until I cool down. The last couple chapters have been pretty intense and nerve wrecking for me to type, especially because of Drake. x_x Love him and all, but there are moments when his thought process scares me...anyways, I'll only be gone for a day or two. _ Although, I have no idea if I can stay away from this story or just writing in general for that long...ah I'm rambling now, so see you all soon and in the meantime, REVIEW! Please, I would like to know everyone's thoughts on this chapter!
Okay, now for the special thank you to Caris. Super sorry for all those grammar mistakes. I tried my best but my brain is... well...it's turning to mush. Sorry, once again! You're an absolute dear for even putting up with me for so many chapters~
Don't own Gone or the song 'Love Makes the World Go Round' by Ashlee Simpson