Safe

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

"Last chance," he whispered into my ear. I shut my eyes, and shook my head once more.

I felt the wall hit my face before I saw it. Pain blossomed throughout my head, and before everything went black, I heard his evil laugh echo throughout the little room...

"Lexi? Lexi, wake up!" Drake said anxiously, shaking my shoulders roughly. My eyes flew open, and I realized that they were wet. Had I been crying?

"What's wrong?" I asked, pretending that there weren't still tears running down my face.

"Sweetheart, you were screaming," he whispered.

"Sorry, nightmares" I whispered back, failing wonderfully at sounding nonchalant.

"Don't apologize; it was all my fault anyway," he muttered, sounding bitter. "If I had just gone with you to the damn hotel room, things would be normal! I mean, you're an emotional mess, and..." he groaned, and dropped his head into his hands.

Gently, I placed a hesitant hand on his cheek. It wasn't smart to mess with Drake when he was like this... all angry and depressed. I tried not to act upset about what he'd said about my being an emotional mess. It hurt though, knowing that that's what he really thought. Was I being a nuisance to him? Surely not...

"Well, look at the bright side-" I began.

"Bright side? There is no fucking bright side, Lex. You were fucking raped and forced to be a whore!" He exclaimed.

Drake's POV

"Bright side? There is no fucking bright side, Lex. You were fucking raped and forced to be a whore!" I yelled, glaring at her.

I watched as my sweet Lexi's green eyes filled with tears, and I realized what I said.

"Well I'm sorry," she whispered, and her voice cracked. "I'm so sorry that I went out at got r-raped."

"Lexi, wait, I didn't mean it-" But she had already left the room. Fuck! I groaned, and pulled on my now long hair. I jumped out of bed, and went to the living room, which was hopefully the furthest she got.

I went through the entire house, whisper yelling her name. I checked almost every room, but she wasn't anywhere to be found.

Lexi's POV

I kept myself locked in the bathroom, ignoring Drake calling my name.

Even though what he said hurt, he was right. And that was why I was now quietly searching for a razor blade.

"Ah ha!" I whispered, when I found a cheap, disposable 3 blade razor. A few minutes later, I had taken the plastic parts off and was left with a tiny blade.

My hand hovered over my arm as I mentally debated weather or not to do it. I've never cut myself before... but I've never had a reason to either. Since I got home from the hospital, I kept a smile on my face for the sake of others. Really though, I just wanted to die. No one could get over what happened to me as fast as I pretended to. Don't I deserve to have some sort of release?

"Lexi?" Drake called through the door. I jumped; holy shit! I kept as quiet as I could, hoping he'd go away.

BANG BANG BANG!

"Lexi, I know you're in there! Let me in!"

"I'm using the toilet!" I exclaimed, and blushed when I realized how dumb that sounded.

"If it takes you twenty minutes to use the restroom, you need to see a doctor!"

"Shut up! I'm... I'm..." I looked around frantically, trying to think of a good lie.