I woke up in morning dripping with sweat as I think to myself "shit, what happen last night?" I rub my face and throw off my covers and sit up as my bare feet hit the cold yet damp floor. I look down and see the blood splatters and grown as I get up and grab a towel and clean it up then I go to shower. As the steaming hot water runs down my body I just stand there as dirt and blood go down the drain until it's just clear water again. I grab the soap and get to work on my self. When I'm done I wrap a clean towel around my waist as I wipe off the mirror and look at myself to make sure I'm clean. A tall young man with short brown hair clean shaved face and blue eyes with 6 pack abs, chiseled chest, and huge biceps stares back at me. I sigh at my reflection and brush my teeth. I get dressed it a neon blue v cut tshirt and some jeans. As I leave the house I notice my mom sleeping on the couch in her night gown with her blanket on the floor. I go over and place the blanket back over her and check to make sure she has a pulse. When I feel it I leave thankful that dad didn't kill her last night.
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Silence
Teen FictionDrake is an average teenage boy, or so one may think. He goes to school and talks to the pretty girls until night comes. Night is when Drakes true self comes out and no one is safe. But when Drake falls for a pretty girl how can he tell her about hi...
