The Good in You

In the Eyes of Ellie: Shot Drake

Drake gave a couple of good punches and kicks to Carter.

Carter fell to the ground looking weak.

"You mess with Ellie, you mess with me!" Drake yelled.

Drake ran to me and took off the tape on my mouth, "Did he hurt you?"

I gasped in relief, "I-I think he drugged me and I feel weak."

Drake tried to untie the knots but they were too tangled.

"There's a knife," I told him, "Over there. I spotted it a while again."

Drake looked at the place I was gesturing at and grabbed the knife.

But suddenly, he got shot.

"Drake!" I cried.

I crawled over to him as he moaned with pain, "Fight it, Drake!"

Drake moaned in pain, "Ellie," He handed me the knife, "Save yourself."

"Shut up, Drake!" Carter yelled. He was up from the ground looking strong and scray, "Did you actually think you can hurt me?"

Drake growled in pain, "Leave Ellie alone!"

I scootched closer to Drake, "Don't talk, Drake! Save your energy! I need you to live, Drake! I-I love you!"

"I love you too, Ellie," Drake moaned, "I love you."

Drake panted for air. He was dying!

"Don't think I was going to leave you out Ellie," Carter said, "You still got a turn."

Carter pointed the gun at me.

But suddenly, red and blue lights filled the parking lot.