My Kidnapper

Chapter 15

I took a quick shower and put on some clothes. I opened the front door and just stood there. Here was my chance. I could run off and go home or I could stay here.

I mean, I can't really be mad at him. Shouldn't I feel kinda special that he killed this man for me. But why don't I? Why am I scared?

I walked out the door and down the road from his house. I knew he was going to come down here on his way home but I just planned to keep walking. I know this plan isn't going to work so I don't know why I was doing it.

I must've been walking for about 30 minutes before I saw his car in the distance. He got closer and closer until he passed me. He did a complete u-turn and hopped out the car. I kept walking.

"NICKI?", I heard him yelling. I could tell he was running. He grabbed my arm,"Nicki what are you doing?" I looked up at him and he looked fresh and clean. New clothes and everything.

"I have to leave. I can't help you anymore Drake. I tried. I understand you helped me and all but it's just too much. And it's not your fault, it's mine", I said with my head down.

"Don't! I could do better!", he yelled.

"No you're just fine! It's me... I just have to leave", I said.

He just stared at me thinking of something to say. Something to keep me from leaving. "Ple-"

I stood on the tip of my toes and kissed him. It didn't last very long. "You did it though. But I just can't stay."

"I did what?", he asked.

"Made me fall in love with you", I whispered and started walking away again.

"Wait! Can I just... Take you home then. I'll drop you off down the street", he insisted.

"Okay." I'm glad he was taking me. It took two hours to drive so I could only imagine how long it'd take to walk.

•••

"Thank you", I fake smiled.

"Anything for you Nicki. Am I going to see you again?", he asked.

I shook my head,"I don't think so."

He sighed,"Okay."

I really wanted to cry right now.

Bye Drake", I said before closing the door. I ran down the street before he could say anything. I was already crying by the time I got to my door. I banged on it until my mom opened it.

"Honey? What's wrong", she questioned. I didn't say anything. I just pushed past her and went into my room. I closed the door and fell onto the bed crying. What do I do?

My mom knocked on my door a couple of times but I ignored her. She finally went away and my sobbing cooled down. I had a major headache. Maybe I could go to sleep and everything will be better.

•••

"You left me", Drake said. 

"And it's not your fault. Please don't do this", I cried.

"I have no one again. There's no reason to be here", he said. He put the gun to his head,"I love you Nicki." Then he shot himself. I ran over to his lifeless body and cried out as loud as I could.

I slapped at his chest,"Get up Drake you're scaring me!"

I kissed him repeatedly knowing that his lips weren't going to respond back. I grabbed his hand,"You have me." I took the gun and looked at the bullets. There was only one more.

One for me

•••

"Nicki! Nicki wake up honey! NICKI", I heard my mom faintly yell. I felt my pillow and it was soaked and there were fresh tears on my face.

"Baby what's wrong? You were screaming", she asked grabbing me into a hug. The same position Drake had me in after Evil Drake beat me. When he kept apologizing.

I tried talking but you couldn't understand anything because I was still crying. My throat burned and my nose was stuffed. It took me several minutes to calm down.

"I had a dream that Drake shot himself because I left. He said he had no one. WHY DID I LEAVE? I knew he had nobody! He was so heartbroken when I told him we weren't seeing each other anymore! I'm such a bitch! If he does anything to himself, it's going to be because of me!", I cried.

I had no way to contact him. I couldn't get to his house because I always fell asleep when we were driving back there.

"What if I never see him again", I asked my mom. 

"Oh honey I don't know", she said. I don't know why I was asking her. Like she would know. 

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*2 months later* 

I was scheduled to go to school a month ago but I haven't went. I've been severely depressed. No one, not even the doctor, could help me.

And Drake. I don't know where he's at. Every night, I have that same exact nightmare of him killing himself. The police found his house but he wasn't there and he hasn't showed up since.

What if he's really gone for good this time?

I've probably lost about 20 pounds because I refused to eat. I had to be forced. I spent 24/7 in my room unless I had to use the bathroom or was told to take a shower. I'm pretty sure I looked a mess.

Leaving Drake had to be the worst decision I ever made in my life.

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