Bound in Blood

Chapter 8: Guess who's Coming to Dinner, part 1

Up, down, up, down Drakes body went as he completed repetition after repetition of push- ups on the cold linoleum floor of his basement. Despite the fact that it couldn't be a single degree over 50 in the room Drakes naked torso was covered in sweat. The muscles of his upper body that were already normally very well defined were now swollen and bulging due to him pushing them to their limits. He had lost count on how many reps he had performed he just knew it was quite a few because the lactic acid pumping through him was begging him to stop. He struggled on the last one then rolled over onto his back and let out a powerful breath. Sweat got in his eye and it stung he went to wipe it out but got more of the salty fluid in there from the back of his forearm. He brought his knees to his chest and preformed a nip up to get to his feet. He then walked over to the chin up bar that he helped his father mount on the wall two years prior and started doing pull ups, with every rep sweat dripped on the floor beneath him.

That's what he had become for the past two weeks. Since saving Melonie and having his first fight with a vampire worth its salt Drake felt like he needed to become stronger to face what else was coming. Drake had won the fight but was almost killed in the process, that for him was entirely too close for comfort. So day in and day out this is what he had been doing both before and after school. Training and beating his body into the perfect weapon. Drake was startled when he got down off the bar to turn around and see his mother standing there. He didn't hear her come down the stairs over his work and his headphones blaring the Skillet song "Monster" in his ears.

He pulled the buds out of his ears and gave his mother a half smile.

"How's it going convict?" She ask smiling.

"You know gotta keep myself together, I'm not trying to get punked on the yard." Drake joked in turn. His mother chuckled.

"Is that right?" She asked.

"Something like that." Drake said wiping his face with a towel he had draped over his weight bench.

"So how long have I had you on lockdown?" Drake's mother asked.

"Three weeks, two days and eleven hours, but who's counting." Drake answered swiftly.

"You, apparently. I feel like your sentence is served. You have paid for what you did. I will say this though, Drake don't you EVER pull some shit like that again while under this roof you understand me?" His mother said with a level of authority that could not be argued with.

"Yes, mom." Drake said nodding and lowering his eyes to the floor, a sign of respect and submission.

"Alright, I'm on my way to work, gotta pull a grave yard tonight. Your father will be in sometime tonight, so don't get any ideas of throwing parties or anything like that. The keys to your bike are on the counter, and so is your cell phone. I know your itching to ride." She said with a smile.

"Yea, Drake said smiling back at her.

"Well get you some air and try not to kill yourself." She said turning getting ready to head back up the stairs.

"Hey mom, I want to ask you something." Drake started and she stopped on the third stair.

"What is it baby?" She said.

"Can I have someone over for dinner tomorrow night?" He asked using his puppy dog eyes. His mother was not moved by the gesture but her curiosity drove out the next question.

"Who?"

"My girlfriend." He answered. His mother's left eyebrow shot up.