Nightmare (Drake)
"I didn't see anything!"
"Liar!"
"I swear! Papa, stop!"
There was a loud smack of skin on skin. A hand on a soft cheek.
"Shut up, you piece of shit! You were a mistake!"
"No, Papa!"
"Please, Mike! Stop hitting him!"
"Shut up, woman! He's my child! He may be a weak ass fuck up, but I'll fix that!"
"Papa, no!"
~♡~
"Papa, no.." I mumbled in my sleep. I tossed and turned until a hand gripped my shoulder tightly, forcing me to be still.
"Drake?" I heard Adam's voice. It was high pitch with worry.
I opened my eyes. It was morning. I could hear birds chirping outside. Turning my head, I saw Adam staring at me. His blue eyes wide with concern.
"Drake, are you okay? You were talking in you're sleep. It looked like you were having a nightmare!"
"Y-yeah. I'm fine." I sat up and Adam widened his eyes even more. Shit. I forgot that my shirt was off. My chest was a disgusting web of burn scars, some pink and others were a pale, almost white, beige.
Without thinking, I shoved him away and grabbed my shirt before heading into the bathroom. I shook as I put my shirt on. My breathes came out in short raggedy bursts as anxiety started to take over. I tried to lock the door before Adam could come in. I think I did, but I couldn't tell as my anxiety attack worsen.
"Drake?" Adam's voice was muffled behind the door. "Drake, please come out."
I shook my head, tears threatening to cascade down my face. Fear wrapped around my lungs and pushed the air out as I tried to keep calm. It didn't work. I couldn't let him near me. I couldn't bear it. I loved him and he doesn't know that.
"Drake, please..."
Papa, no...
I shut my eyes. The memories... Oh god, the memories. I could hear Adam begging me to come out. His voice sounded like I was under water. I couldn't here him clearly. I couldn't feel my body or think, but I understood that I was moving. I was grabbing something shiny from a drawer.
After a while, I felt myself calm down. Staring down at my arms, I saw why I had calmed down. Dozens of cuts ran along my arms. Some deep, most just scratches. I dropped the razor I had no idea I was holding.
"Fuck..." I mumbled. Tears ran down my cheeks. "I thought I got better.... Shit."
"Oh my god," I turned to see Adam staring at the blood dripping down my arms. He immediately went to get bandages and started to wrap my arms up.
I sat there, too tired to fight him away, as he asked me what was wrong. "Nothing..." I mumbled. I watched numbly as some spots of blood appeared on the outer layer of wraps. "I...I'm just fine....."
Adam held my hand tightly as I thought about what happened. I didn't realize I was speaking until my mouth stopped moving.
"It was all my dad's fault we had to move away... He was hitting her. Hitting me. I couldn't stop him. He wants to be part of out lives again. It's probably my fault. 5 years wasn't enough time in jail for him and he wants me back." I would've kept rambling on if Adam hadn't covered my mouth with his hand.
I looked up into his sapphire blue eyes as he comforted me.
"You're safe now, Drake." Adam whispered. "Come on. We better get some breakfast before we leave."
I nodded and stood up shakily. "A-Adam?" He looked at me. "Don't tell anyone please."
"I won't." Adam reassured me. "I promise. Do you want me to grab your jacket for you?"
I nodded again. He hurried to his room and came back with my jacket. I put it on carefully, wincing as my scarred arms rubbed against the fabric.
"You okay?" Adam asked worriedly.
I nodded. "It doesn't hurt. It never hurts."
Adam frowned as we walked down the hall. "I still don't like it when you're hurt..."
I smiled slightly. "How sweet."
He blushed lightly and looked down. He was even cuter when he's embarrassed. "S-sorry," he muttered shyly.
"No need, man," I responded. "Come on. I thought we were getting breakfast."
