Safe

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Drake held my hair back as I barfed into the toilet. We weren't entirely sure why I was so sick, but I guessed that the enchiladas I ate last night had chili powder on them, which I'm allergic to. How I didn't notice while I was eating them was beyond me. Finally I stopped, panting.

"You alright sweet heart?" Drake asked, handing me a towel. I gratefully took it from him and wiped off my mouth. The poor man was trying his hardest, but I could see his nose wrinkling in disgust. I quickly smeared some toothpaste on my toothbrush, and cleaned my teeth, desperate to be rid of the horrible taste of vomit.

"I'm fabulous, thanks for asking," I croaked. He laughed, and took my hand in his.

"How did I get a girl as beautiful as you?" he asked. I blushed, and looked down at what I was wearing. I was dressed comfortably in my one of my dad's baggy white T-shirts and my own stained, faded red sweatpants. My hair was in a messy bun, and I knew that I had no make up on.

"Really?" I asked sarcastically, raising an eyebrow.

"Really," he confirmed, and pulled me up.

"Now let's have a lazy day! Maybe we can look at colleges or something," he suggested.

"Okay, sure."

We sat down on our bed, and he rested an arm around my shoulders. He opened up his lap top and sat half of it on my leg, half on his own.

"Alright, where do we- ACHOO!" I sneezed. Drake blinked, and slowly wiped something from off of his face.

"Heh heh, sorry..." I apologized, blushing.

"No problem love," he grinned, pecking me on the lips.

"You're going to get sick!" I exclaimed.

"I don't care, we'll be sick together" he replied with a shrug.

We spent the next few hours searching colleges. It was hard to find something we both liked and could afford.

"This is stupid!" I groaned, slamming the lap top shut.

"Yeah, wanna order pizza?" he asked.

"Sure!"

We were interrupted by the door bell ringing, followed by a quick knock. Sighing, I moved to go to the door, but Drake gently pushed me back down.

"I'll get it," he offered.

"Okay, okay!"

He came back a few minutes later, looking confused. A jittery, scrawny man followed close behind. He was in a tan colored tuxedo and had a fancy looking camera hanging around his neck.

"Uh, Lex, this is-"

"Todd Jenkins, pleasure to meet ya!" the man interrupted. He stood next to me, and stuck a hand out. Drake glared at Todd, and climbed back next to me, putting a protective arm around me. I nervously shook Todd's hand, and smiled.

"Alexis Segura," I replied, smiling.

"Well Miss Segura, I'm -"

"Please, just call me Lexi," I said, cutting him off.

"Sorry Mi- Lexi. As I was saying, I'm here representing OK! Magazine."

"OK! Magazine!?" I asked excitedly. OK! was my favorite magazine company!

"Yes ma'am; I was wondering if you and Mr. Collins would be able to do an exclusive interview with us."

"Interview?"

"Yes miss, about your experience with a certain Mr. Eric Simmons."

"O-oh... That... Drake?"

"I think... I think it would be nice to clear the air once and for all."

"Alright-" I paused when I felt something shift in my stomach. Uh-oh.

"Be right back!" I yelped, an ran to the rest room, where I promptly spilled everything I'd eaten in the past hour into the toilet... again. I hear Drake and Todd talking in the other room, and then Drake came in and pulled my hair back again.

"Where'd he go?" I asked once I couldn't puke any more.

"He's gone, I scheduled the interview for next Tuesday. I figured we'd just do it here."

"Alright."

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Tuesday came a lot faster than I expected. Thankfully I wasn't sick any longer, so I wouldn't have to vomit in the middle of the interview.

I had expected Todd Jenkins to interview us, but instead a proud looking woman rang the door bell.

"Hello, you must be Madame Klokov," came Willow's voice from the entrance hall.

"Da, where are 'ze children?" she asked in a thick Russian accent. I heard a mumbled conversation, and Willow thanked Madame Klokov suddenly.

"This way," Willow replied politely, and let Madame Klokov to our room. We all got comfortable on the bed, Madame Klokov a little awkwardly, and Willow wandered off towards the kitchen.

"Alright, let us begin. I am going to be recording with zis," she began, and turned on a little black device if some sort.

"Lexi, 'ow long were you imprisoned with Meester Simmons?"

"Um, not too long. Maybe a week. It was hard to tell if a day had passed because we were underground."

"What exactly did you do while you were zere?"

I took a deep breath and gave a slightly summarized version of what happened. Drake squeezed my hand, and Madame Klokov plowed on.

She asked Drake about how he rescued me, and he carefully avoided telling her about him murdering Eric.

After about an hour, Madame Klokov left, and told us that we'd get the edition of the magazine with the interview in it within two months.

We went to the kitchen to grab a snack, and saw Willow watering a couple flowers that were in a tiny pot.

"Aw, where did you get that?" I asked.

"Madame Klokov brought it over," she replied with a smile.

"How nice of her!"

Drake and I each grabbed a mini bag of chips, and walked towards the park down the road. Silently, we sat down on a stone bench, watching kids run around.

"Do you want kids?" Drake asked suddenly.

"Not really... Maybe in a few years from now, but I don't particularly want one." I answered truthfully.

"Me too," he replied, and grabbed my hand.

"Hey, when do you want to have the wedding? I'm excited!" I admitted.

"As soon as possible, hopefully before college. What sort of wedding do you want?"

"Something small, with just the family... Speaking of which, are we going to invite your mother?"

"I guess so," he sighed.

"Good, I want to stay on my future in-law's good side," I joked, nudging his side.

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Author's Note:

In Russia, when you go to someone's house, you always bring a gift of some sort. It could be a little craft, food/candy, etc. it depends on the occasion I guess. Sooo that explains the gift from the interviewer- yay multicultural friends!! :D