Drake

I felt uncomfortable in my own skin for some reason and when I opened my eyes... I wasn't at the resort anymore. My attention whipped around the room, I tried to stand up but couldn't, my arms and legs were bonded behind me. The realization of where I was… hit me like a truck and my blood ran ice cold.

I remember this place... This was Drake's apartment.

My heart started beating a million miles per minute. I was about to relive the worst day no week of my life.

Why? Why now?

The door to the apartment slammed close and I knew exactly what was going to happen. I needed to get out, but I needed to be untied first. I took a deep breath and calmed down slightly, bracing myself for what was about to happen.

Drake calmly pushed through the bedroom door with a smug smile, his tall dark frame strolled over to me, and he kneeled. Even balancing on his toes, he was towering over me. He made me feel and look small. I couldn't breathe, his presence was overwhelming and just sucking in the air around him felt like I was inhaling poison. His dark brown eyes studied me as he smiled wider and reached for my face. I stiffened as he stroked my cheek the way I remembered him always doing.

"Your buddy asked about you," he chuckled deeply. "He said something along the lines of "What did you do to her bastard!?" Even if he is clueless about where you are, no one's coming to save you, you're mine."

I tried to curse him out but it's like my throat squeezed shut after the memory of being knocked out for doing the very same thing earlier this week popped into my head. The cheek he was caressing was still bruised, I also had welts, bruises, and deep cuts all over my body from being beat with a studded belt whenever I didn't "comply".

"When I untie you, you will get on the bed in front of the camera. Because guess what? We have another video to make."

"Please just let me go." My voice shook.

"You so much as leave this house to PISS and I post every video we made. Do you hear me? You're not going anywhere?

"Why me? What did I do?"

"Because I said so… Because I'm going to make you mine forever and only mine."

"We were already dating, you didn't need to do this, please just let me go." Drake finally had my hands and legs untied and I reluctantly climbed onto the bed thinking carefully about how I was going to make my escape. He was taller, stronger and faster than me. Drake was on our high school varsity basketball team and the coach's prize player... I needed to think carefully. I looked down at my bare skin… remembering how Drake burned my clothes in front of me earlier this week so I only had a bra and underwear on right now.

I shot a glance at Drake who started turning on the camera and getting undressed so when he turned to face his closet, I quickly rolled off the bed and bolted towards the bedroom door getting it unlocked and open before being yanked by my hair and thrown against the back of the door. His hands were on either side of my head as he huffed a bit.

Without a word of warning, he pulled his fist back and hit my other cheek, and continued to bash at my sides, stomach, and face. All I could do was block his attacks and protect my organs. When he got tired I drove the base with my palm up into his nose which made him stagger backward and baby his bleeding nose. To which I pulled his head down and kneed his temple, my sides hurt though, so I didn't hit him with enough force to knock his lights out. He took the moment to get over his new headache, cringing every so often and pushed me to the bed fighting me as he climbed on top, he was successful in straddling my sides despite my heavy fighting and struggling. He reached over me trying to pull at the ropes that he had me tied by earlier and while he did that I squirmed out from under his right side and ran to the bedroom door opening and slamming it behind me. I was able to undo the two top bar locks on his apartment door yelling and screaming for help as I did so.

I remembered all of this so vividly it haunted me so heavily. Drake wrapped the rope around my neck and pulled me into the living room. I struggled to get my fingers under the rope, and I just barely succeeded before I lost consciousness the first time. I hastily gasped for air through the small space my fingers were giving my airway while Drake pulled my underwear to the side and shoved himself inside. I cried out in pain as he had his way slamming into me as he tightened the rope around my neck my fingers were no longer making room for my Airways, they were making it harder to breathe and blocking blood flow, so the rooms started going black quickly occasionally I got random gulps of air which slowed my descent into unconsciousness. My left hand was trapped by the rope and the other hand hammered and scratched at his sides and legs. My strength slowly left me as the room quickly went dark but now, I knew what happened next, so my heart ached for it, and my lungs screamed for air. I was facing away from him so there was very little I could do at the time; I would have died.

When it first happened, I cried and thought "Just kill me already! Just let me die so the pain could end. but then the world said "No".

A heavy slam boomed from the cheap wooden front door which made Drake drop the rope, pulling out and pulling his boxers up. I collapsed to the floor coughing, wheezing, and shedding heavy tears for the pulsing pain coming from my lower areas and the searing pain of the rope burn on my throat. The heavy sobs only made the pulsing pain worse.

The second slam sent the door swinging inwards and there was Trey and his best friend standing in the doorway. His best friend saw me first and told Trey and when I looked up at what was happening, I saw him chokeslam Drake. Trey's best friend was an orphan from the same home as him, I rarely saw him, so I never was able to learn his actual name. But I know Trey called him Luke because he loved Star Wars, but I remembered Trey saying that it wasn't his actual name.

Trey ran over to me as I pushed off of the ground holding my throat and still crying. Trey looked at me and froze. I saw the anger flash across his face as he scanned over my bruised and cut-up body.

"What happened to you?" I of course told him about what started as a late-night date to the movies and turned into a hostage situation with an abusive psychopath, then I told him everything else that followed as he threw his jacket over me and helped me stagger out of the house. His friend also noticed the tiny drops of blood trailing behind me first

"Aye man, she's bleeding! Is she okay?" Luke then stomped on Drake a few times before running over to us on the other side of the hallway opposite the apartment. I looked past Luke to see Drake on the floor. Trey then looked at the floor and saw the trail of blood.

I took a moment to gather my thoughts before I fully explained what happened for me to be bleeding the way I was. Luke called the police and the ambulance while Trey went to beat Drake senseless for what he had heard. When Trey was done, he walked back out and wrapped me in a hug to which I broke down crying and gripped his shirt burying my face in his shoulder and his face buried itself into mine.

"Hey, I hear the sirens bring her down to the ambulance. I'll stay here with him." Trey just nodded in response and staggered away with me, but we stopped at the top of the stairs down the hall as the police and paramedics came bursting up the stairwell to meet us. We were busy explaining what happened when we heard a scream from where we came from. The police officers bolted towards the apartment where they arrested Drake and called for a paramedic.

We ran… Well Trey ran... I hobbled over to see what happened and we were met with bleeding out Luke. Drake had stabbed him in the torso multiple times and the paramedics lost him fast, it was too late Luke died within the threshold of Drake's apartment. Drake could be heard screaming up the stairwell as he was dragged away.

"That's what happens to the heroes Bax!! They die for pathetic reasons!"

"Don't listen to him," Trey spoke to me. I covered my mouth and stumbled away falling to all fours before puking. It was the first time I've ever seen a dead body, and he died protecting me.

A paramedic tried to stand me up and assure me it wasn't my fault, but it fell on deaf ears as I fainted.

When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed and Trey was crying at my side with Luke's wallet and an unfolded piece of paper. Luke was suicidal but turns out Trey was the reason he was still breathing. The note Trey read was supposed to be his suicide note if he ever chose to go through with it.

My first day back to school was no better. Turns out the day before Drake got arrested, he posted all 12 two-to-four-hour videos of what he did to me on Facebook and showed the whole world. Some found it sick and wrong… but almost everyone called me a slut or disgusting or found it funny and bullied me. The remainder of senior year I was a laughingstock and while Drake was serving life in prison. Drake never gave me his password or username, so it took weeks for it to be taken down from every page it was shared to. I lived with that shame for close to a month and the bullying was not easy.

I refused to go home. I was sure my mom had seen the videos but turns out she died during the time I was away. She died of a heart attack, sad, scared, and alone everything was crashing down on me now, I too was alone in this world. After the funeral it was graduation and when that was over, I visited Luke's grave then returned to my mother's grave where Trey found me and offered for me to permanently stay with him

I agreed and was ridiculed by the graduated students who lived in the area for my scars and stared at by everyone who doesn't know me or my story. So, I couldn't take it anymore one day I left work early and tried to kill myself by cutting. I sliced up my entire arm and draped it over the wall of the bathtub so there wouldn't be much of a mess to clean, and I passed out only to wake up with a searing pain all over my right arm and the pacing Trey at the foot of my hospital bed. I'm still not sure how he saved me in time.

Needless to say, it was an awkward talk with a lot of doctors and an angry Trey. I promised to never try to kill myself ever again if he promised to move out of the state with me. He promised and moved to Virginia with me where we have lived together ever since. The countless stream of memories finally came to an end and my mind went blank and dark leaving me with the feeling of loneliness.

I want to go home.