Chapter 15

Adam's POV

If it were possible, my eyes probably would have popped out of my head. It all made sense now! That's why he looked familiar! And...Derek? Really? How did I not figure it out? I'm so stupid! I am so fucked!

Drake noticed my expression and smirked. "Finally figured it out huh?" He asked.

I scowled at him. "What the fuck do you want? And how did you find me?"

He chuckled. "It was quite simple actually. Your face is only on every magazine and internet page in the world. As soon as I saw your face I knew. But finding you in that bar last night was just a lucky coincidence."

"So what do you want from me then?" I asked.

"Isn't that obvious?" He asked sitting down next to me on the bed. "You."

My eyes opened wider. "Well, I'm taken. And even if I wasn't, I would rather shoot myself then be with you again."

He pretended to look hurt. "Ouch, harsh Adam. Yeah, taken, by that little bitch of a bassist."

"Yeah, and he's better then you ever will be. If anyone's a bitch, it's you!"

The next thing I knew, Drake's hand was across my face. I gasped and looked at him. His face was angry but then it softened.

"Adam, should you really be talking to me like that? The first person you loved?"

I looked at him with a snarl on my face. "Yeah, loved. Not anymore and not ever again. I love someone else now."

Drake got a look of what looked like pure evil in his eyes when I said that and I actually got a little scared and he chuckled once. "We'll see how much you love him when I get done."

A look of realization passed over my face as I realized what he meant. "You aren't gonna do shit to him. I won't let you touch him."

Drake laughed again and without another word, leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I gasped because it was unexpected and when I did he shoved his tongue in my mouth. I tried to turn my head away but that didn't work so I tried to push him off with my one free hand. But that didn't work either, he grabbed my wrist and pinned it above my head.

He moved down and started biting my neck. I tried to turn my head again but he just bit harder. I let out a groan of discomfort then remembered that my legs were still free. I tried kicking him, not really aiming anywhere in particular. My knee made contact with his hip and it was actually enough to push him half way off of me.

He let out a gasp from the impact and stopped what he was doing to glare up at me.

"You little bitch." He said and he grabbed me by the throat. I gasped and tried to use my free hand to claw his hand off but he just squeezed harder. I started seeing stars and just when I thought I was about to pass out, my phone started ringing in my pocket. Drake and I both froze for a moment.

I made a move for my phone but Drake kicked my hand away and grabbed my phone out of my pocket. He got off of the bed and stood up, out of my reach. He looked at the caller ID on my phone and smirked.

"Oh, look who's calling," he said. I knew who it was: Tommy.

"Hey Tommy," Drake said answering the phone.

There was a pause on the other end. "Who the fuck is this?" Tommy's voice came through the other end.

"Doesn't matter. Shouldn't you be asking where your boy is?"

There was another pause. "Okay smartass, where is Adam and why do you have his phone?"

Drake looked at me then brought his foot up and kicked me, hard, in the ribs. I let out a scream because it fucking hurt.

"Adam? What the hell? Adam!" Tommy shouted from the other end.

"If you wanna get Adam back, come to the motel downtown. Oh and, if you want Adam in one piece, don't call the cops." Drake said.

"What the fuck? Who are you?" Tommy asked.

Drake hung up the phone and smirked at me. I just glared at him. We were so fucked! But I wasn't going to let him hurt Tommy...

"I'm not gonna let you hurt him," I snarled at Drake.

He looked at me and raised his eyebrows. "Whatever you say...I don't see why you even care, it's not like he really loves you anyway."

"You don't know shit, fuck off," I said.

Drake smirked. "Please, no one loved you ten years ago, what makes you think anyone would love you now?"

I didn't really have a come back that time. He looked at me and smirked again. "I knew it, you haven't changed at all. You're nothing but a pathetic little whore, just like you were years ago," he said.

I knew that they shouldn't be, but his words were getting to me. I've heard it from enough people, maybe I really was a whore...

I didn't mean to, but a tear ran down my cheek. Drake wiped them away with his thumb. "Aw, don't cry. You can always come back to me, just like you did before."

Before anything else could happen, there was a knock on the door.

"Adam? Are you in there?" It was Tommy.

Drake looked at me and smirked then went into the bathroom and shut the door leaving me alone. Shit, I wondered what he was planning.

"Adam!" Tommy called again.

"Tommy!" I called back.

Drake had fortunately left the door open. Tommy figured this out and threw it open. He immediately saw me and ran over to me.

"Adam! What the hell? What happened? Are you okay?" He asked.

I nodded. "Just find the key to these things," I said guesturing to the handcuffs. Tommy nodded and started looking around. He finally found it sitting on top of the dresser. Drake wouldn't have left it in such an obvious place on purpose would he? He was up to something, I just hoped that me and Tommy could run out of here in time.

Tommy unlocked the handcuffs and I got up. "Come on, we gotta go," I said.

"Adam wait! I'm sorry. I'm sorry about what I said, I didn't mean it," Tommy said.

I nodded. "It's okay, I forgive you. Now come on, we have to get out of here," I said pulling him towards the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" Drake asked coming out of the bathroom. There was a click and Tommy and I had both seen too many movies to know what that click was. We both froze and turned to face him. As expected, he was holding a gun. Fuck! Where the hell did that come from?

"Okay, who the fuck are you?" Tommy asked. He was acting pretty brave for having a gun pointed at him.

"Adam never mentioned me? I'm surprised." Drake said.

Tommy looked confused. "Tell him Adam," Drake said to me.

I swallowed. "Tommy, it's Drake. The guy I told you about when we were together in high school."

Tommy looked confused for a moment and then the realization kicked in. "Wait, you mean the guy who almost made you kill yourself?"

I nodded. Tommy got a look of rage on his face. "You son of a bitch!" He yelled running towards Drake.

Drake raised the gun and pointed right at Tommy and he froze. "You're really not the smartest crayon in the box are you?" Drake asked.

Tommy gulped and Drake stepped closer to him. He stepped so close that he was right in Tommy's face and he leaned in and whispered in Tommy's ear, while pressing the gun to his side. I couldn't hear what he was saying but I could see Tommy's face. Drake must have asked him something because he shook his head no. Then he got a look of shock and anger on his face and his eyes filled with tears. Shit, what was Drake saying?

Drake finally pulled away with a smirk on his face and turned to me. "You remember all those years ago don't you Adam?" He asked.

He grabbed Tommy by the hair and pulled his head back. Tommy let out a gasp of pain.

"Stop it!" I yelled at Drake.

Drake just smirked and made his grip on Tommy's hair tighter. He took his gun and put it under Tommy's shirt and lifted it up a little so that half of his stomach was showing.

"I can't believe you never told Tommy about us, I feel offended," Drake said.

"Let him go Drake," I snarled at him.

"Or you'll what?" He asked. When I didn't say anything he snickered. "That's what I thought."

He glared at Tommy then without warning, took his gun and slammed it into Tommy's face. Tommy let out a cry and fell to the floor from the impact. Then Drake kicked him hard in the side.

"Stop!" I shouted running over to them. When I got close enough, Drake backhanded me and knocked me to the floor too.

He came over and grabbed me by the hair, forcing me to look at him. "I warned you not to fuck with me," he said. Then he drew his fist back. I squeezed my eyes shut to prepare for the blow but it never came. Drake had been pulled away from me.

I opened my eyes to see that it was Tommy who had gotten up off the floor and had pulled Drake off of me. Tommy tired throwing Drake to the floor but he wasn't strong enough so he tried punching him instead. Drake grabbed his wrist and went to bring the gun to his face again but this time Tommy grabbed Drake's wrist and twisted. It must have caught Drake off guard because the gun went off.

Tommy let out a loud cry of pain and grabbed his shoulder. Before Drake could do anything else, I went ninja on him and kicked him to the floor and stepped on his hand, hard. Drake cried out and let go of the gun, which I then kicked under the bed.

Drake cried out again and kicked me in the stomach then pushed me to the floor then he literally jumped on Tommy. They wrestled around for a little bit but Drake was stronger and had an advantage. He pinned Tommy to the floor by his shoulder which caused tears to run down Tommy's 's fist made contact with Tommy's face, again, then again. I tried running over to pull Drake off but he kicked me hard in the stomach and knocked the wind out of me.

Drake drew back his fist to punch Tommy again but before he could, the door bursted open. I was more then a little shocked to see Isaac, Cassidy, Brad, and Monte standing there. Monte ran over and pulled Drake off of Tommy and threw him to the ground. Isaac came over and punched him in the face.

Drake got up and tried to fight them but it was four against one so it didn't work out very well. Monte grabbed his arms and pinned them behind his back. Then Cassidy came over. Drake tried kicking him but Cassidy dodged it and kicked him instead.

"Wait! I wanna get one in!" Brad said. He came over and punched Drake too. Isaac kicked him in the stomach and knocked the wind out of him. While Drake was trying to breathe, Monte threw him to the floor again, then turned to us.

"You guys go, I'll stay here with him until the cops get here," Monte said. We all nodded and ran out the door. I grabbed Tommy in my arms because he was still holding his shoulder and crying. We got into someone's van. I didn't know whose it was but I didn't really care.

"Cops should be here any minute," Isaac said once we were all in the car and driving away. "Man that was some sick shit."

"What about Monte?" I asked.

"Well someone had to be there so Drake doesn't run away and to give a statement to the cops. But for you to be there Adam, might not be very good plublicity, wouldn't you agree?" Isaac asked. I nodded, he had a point.

I turned to Tommy then who was still holding his shoulder. He also had a split lip and a bloody nose and a big bruise on his cheek.

"What happened?" Cassidy asked.

"The fucker shot me!" Tommy yelled.

"Let me see," I said and slowly moved his hand away. Blood was gushing out of his shoulder from where he had gotten shot.

"Fuck, hospital, now!" I yelled to Isaac. I put my hand on Tommy's shoulder and held it there putting pressure on it slightly. I was glad I had payed attention in health class.

"You're gonna be okay," I told Tommy.

He nodded. "I know. It just hurts."

"I know. Tommy I'm so sorry. This is all my fault."

He shook his head. "No. It's not. Don't go getting all wimpy on me, I got shot in the shoulder, I'm not gonna die. Look Adam, I'm sorry for what happend before, I love you, okay? I always will."

I nodded with tears in my eyes. "I love you too," I said and kissed him carefully on the lips.