Bully Me (Completed)

The Right

When I woke up, my head was swirling. I was back home, in my own bed, but something just felt wrong. I sat up. My stomach was fighting with me. I ran to the bathroom, throwing up right into the toilet.

Great.

"Are you okay, Rayne?" my mom said as she ran into the bathroom.

I inhaled, flushing the toilet, "Fine."

"Okay. If you need anything, just yell, okay? Your dad and I are home all week..."

I rolled my eyes. They would be home all week when I really didn't want them around. And whenever I really needed them, they tended to disappear.

"Can you get Drew over?" I shouted at her retreating figure.

She gave me a weird look.

"Never mind, I'll call him," I waved her away.

"I'm here," I heard his voice before I saw him round the corner into the bathroom, "It's okay, I'm right here, no need to call me. I've been here for a while."

He sat down across from me, looking into the toilet, "What's up? Secret meeting with the toilet?"

I rolled my eyes, "No I just threw u-" I stuck my head in the toilet and let it all out. Drew rubbed my back lightly.

"The doctor said it was normal after all the drugs they put in you," he raised his eyebrow. "I'm sorry about what happened."

I shook my head, "It wasn't your fault."

"I still feel guilty, and that's kind of why your parents are making me... well... yeah," he frowned.

"What?"

"We can't be together anymore. It puts you in too much danger," Drew admitted with a sigh, "I just can't have you running around and getting hurt because of me."

"Andrew," I said quietly, "It's not your fault! I already told you that!"

"It's my fault," he sighed.

Would I ever win with him, I thought as I rolled my eyes. What the hell was his problem, did he eat the wrong type of Cheerios or something?

"I need you now more than ever. I really. Drew, please, don't listen to them. They have no say in our relationship. They don't have the right to kick out the only reason I have for living! I love you, you love me, isn't that enough?"

His eyes were fixated on me, "I-I guess."

I stood up, glancing down at the toilet as I flushed it. It was going to be a long day, I thought as I clutched my aching stomach.

"Rayne?" Drew put his arms around me. "Want me to carry you?"

I nodded into his chest. He swept my legs out from under me and I wrapped my arms around his neck as he moved from the bathroom to my room. I sighed as he put me down on the bed.

"I'm sorry Drew," I cried. "I wanted you to be my first but Xander took that away fr-"

"Babe, calm down, it's okay. I would never hold that against you. It was out of your control," he said quietly. "If I had been there in time to save you, I would have beaten the living shit out of him. But, we had a hard time finding where he took y- Please don't cry," he wrapped his arms around me again and pulled me onto his lap.

I just kept crying, it was impossible for me to stop. The images of Xander's face kept flashing through my mind. And I had a feeling that it wasn't going away anytime soon.

"It's his face," I sobbed into his white shirt.

I then looked at my wrists, covered in bruises, my chest, my arms, my legs... It was so humiliating. The fact that he'd taken advantage of me... and there was nothing I could do... I couldn't even... fight it...