Chapter 3
Drew's POV
You just looked at Kylie, and to be honest you were kind of in chock. You didn't really known why she even kept on talking to you. I mean, she was beautiful. And you were just that kid that was a complete loser compared to his brothers.
"So, friends?" she asked with a smile. You lit up in a smile and nodded your head.
"Friends."
When school finally was over, you went home, and as expected no one was home. "Hello?" you called out, but you didn't get an answer. You went straight to your room and put the detention note on your desk, before you collapsed on the bed. You shut your eyes closed and crawled underneath the blanket. And you were so tired that you eventually fell asleep.
All of a sudden you felt someone drag the blanket off you. And that caused you to wake up. "Hey!" you whined.
You sat up and saw Jason looking at you, his eyes filled with anger. "Jason. I didn't know you were home." you whispered, terrified of your older brother. "Shut up Drew. What the fuck is this?" he spat and held the detention note in front of you. Your eyes widened, and it felt like your heart stopped.
"I.. I c-can explain." you stuttered.
"Save it. Didn't Justin and I tell you to behave? Didn't you learn anything from the last time?!" he screamed at you. You moved closer to the wall, and your body was shaking. You knew exactly what would happen. "Please Jason, it won't happen again. I swear." Jason smirked at you "You said that last time too, baby brother." He grabbed the collar of your shirt and dragged you up from your bed. "Please Jason." you begged, but he ignored you.
He pushed you against the wall and punched you right in the face. You let out a cry of pain and struggled to hold back your tears. "Pussy." he hissed at you, and kept hitting your face. You held up your hands in front of your face. "Jason stop." you begged, and your face was throbbing in pain. "No, because you never learn your fucking lesson." he spat, and kicked you in the stomach. You fell to the floor and grasped for air. "Please." you begged. But he just kicked you in the stomach again, while you were already laying down. You grasped for air again, and you just wanted him to hit you so hard, that you wouldn't ever have to wake up again. "Get up, don't be such a pussy. Get up!" he yelled at you, kicking you again. You tried to get up, but you were shaking so bad, and your body was aching in pain. "I can't." you whispered. "What did you say?" he asked, and grabbed the collar of your shirt, pulling you up to your feet. You looked into your brothers eyes, his pupils were bigger, and his eyes were all red and swollen. He was high, and you knew it. He would always beat you when he was high. You looked away and seconds after you felt your cheek burning in pain. He had slapped you. "Did you learn your lesson?" he asked you. You nodded your head. "Yes." you whispered. His grip tightened around the collar of your shirt, almost choking you. "I can't hear you."
"Yes Jason! I've learned my lesson, let go please." you begged. Jason let go off you, and you fell down on the floor. You were still in too much pain to hold yourself up. "You're a shame to this family. You're just a burden. We would all be better off without you, and you know it."
The tears were streaming down your face. You crawled up into a ball on the floor. The door shut closed, and you knew that Jason had left your room. You tried to get up on your feet, but your body was still shaking, and aching in pain. You forced yourself up, and dragged yourself to the bathroom. You collapsed on the bathroom floor. You sat up and reached for the door lock. You quickly locked the door and took a few deep breaths. "Get your shit together Drew." you said to yourself. "He's high, he doesn't know what he's talking about." you told yourself. "Now stitch yourself up."
You took another deep breath and you could finally stand up on your feet. You examined yourself in the mirror and you noticed that Jason had busted your lip. You took the towel and carefully dabbed it over your lip. You shut your eyes in pain. "Fuck." you hissed and cleaned the wound in your lip. You took one more look in the mirror, and you knew you were going to have a black eye when you woke up the next morning.
You started fixing yourself up, and since this isn't the first time you got beaten up you knew exactly how to do it. You took off your shirt and saw small bruises already forming on your skin. Your carefully touched them with your fingertips and twitched in pain. You let out a painful groan and a deep sigh escaped your lips. You're 16 years old, you shouldn't have to go through this. Your stripped the rest of your clothes off and stepped into the shower. Your turned on the shower and let the hot water stream down your body. A sigh escaped your lips and you leaned back against the shower cabinet. You closed your eyes and tried to forget about the pain. Your face was still throbbing in pain, and you just wanted to run away. You just stood there for a long while. Somehow the water gave you a comforting and relaxing feeling and you never wanted to get out of the shower. You were in there for probably an hour, and the water had already become icecold. But you didn't mind, you just didn't want to get out of the shower. Suddenly someone banged on the door. Your whole body stiffened and you just stood there paralyzed. "Drew?"
You let out your breath when you heard Derek's voice. You turned off the water. "Yes?" you answered. "I just wanted to tell you that I'm home." he said. "Okay, thanks."
"Are you home by yourself? I can't find neither Justin or Jason." he said.
"Yeah, I'm home alone." you answered. "Okay, we'll talk about dinner when you get out of the shower." After he said that, he left.
Apparently Jason had left the house. Thank god for that. You didn't want to see him right now. You stepped out of the shower, and grabbed a towel that you wrapped around your hips. You threw your clothes in the laundry basket and got out of the bathroom.
You went to your bedroom and put on a pair of boxers and grey sweatpants. You put on a white wife beater and dragged your hand through your wet hair.
"Hey Drew can you come here please?" Derek shouted. "I'm on my way!" you answered and walked in the kitchen. Derek was looking at the takeout menu. "So I'm too lazy to make dinner. So how about pizza?" he asked, and looked up at you. "Oh my.. What the fuck happened to you?" he asked and quickly stood up. "Who did that to you Drew?" he asked and carefully touched the bruises on your face. You flinched in pain. "Nobody." you lied. Derek raised his eyesbrows. "Jason did it, didn't he?" You quickly shook your head. "No." you lied. Derek rolled his eyes. "Don't lie to me. What did you do this time?" he asked. "I got detention. I was late for class, because I helped this girl... And Mr.O'brien gave me detention. Jason found the note. And yeah, you can figure out the rest by yourself."
A deep sigh escaped Derek's lips. "When's your detention?" he asked calmly. "Next Friday." you answered.
He nodded his head. "Can I sign it?" you shook your head. "No, Justin has to do it since he's the oldest." Derek bit his lip. "Come here." he said, and pulled you into a hug. "I'm sorry Drew. I should've been here to protect you.. But I was with Stella and.. I'm sorry." he mumbled and hugged you tight. "Derek it hurts." you whispered. He quickly let go of you. "I'm sorry." he said. You shook your head. "It's fine, and besides you just wanted to spend time with your girl. It's fine."
