Drakes P.O.V.
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A pounding on my door lifts me out of my daze. I'm home alone.
"Who is it?" I yell, projecting my voice loud enough to be heard through the wooden barrier.
The door bursts open and I let out a blood curdling scream. I've experienced my dad's drunken violence before and it's certainly not pleasant.
He yanks me up from my sitting position by my hair and then kicks my feet out from under me. After a few blows to the torso he lowers his beer bottle towards to temple.
My eyes are closed and my teeth are clenched, prepared for the strike. But by some miracle the alcohol takes control of my father's balance and he falls over. He hoists himself back up and staggers towards me. I swing my elbow in a direct arc towards his face. It hits him square in the nose and en extremely audible crack follows.
"No son of mine gets away with disrespecting his father like that, you miserable piece of shit!", he slurs angrily.
I slam the door in his face and book it up the stairs. I lock myself in the bathroom and pull out my cell phone. The screen is cracked from the attack, but it still works.
My shaking hands dial the only number I can remember.
"Hey Drake." Skylar says happily into the phone. "What's up?"
"S-S-Sky. Don't panic, but I need you to call the police. T-t-t-t-ell them to come to my house as soon as possible."
"Drake, what happened? Are you okay?"
The front door slams and I hear a car engine start.
Shit.
He got away.
The walls start to spin.
"Skylar. My dad just came in my house. Not my step-dad. My biological dad. He attacked me but he just got away. I need you to hang up and call the police, okay?" I say, my voice quavering.
I can hear her start to cry over the phone, but she agrees and hangs up the phone.
Within twenty minutes the police show up.
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"Drake, would mind if we search your room for evidence?" one of the officers asks.
"No, go ahead. I don't know what you want to search for, though."
The front door opens and my mom walks into the entry-way looking shocked.
"Drake, what's going on?" She asks.
"Ma'am, your ex-husband broke in earlier today and attacked your son" The officer informs her.
She lets out a small gasp and begins crying.
"Drake... I'm so sorry. I... I... I... should have locked the door, I should have left him sooner, I shouldn't have believed him, I-" Sobs rack her shoulders.
"Ma'am we can assure you it's not your fault. But this man is highly intoxicated and operating heavy machinery. I don't think it's safe for your son to stay here until we figure this out. Is there anywhere else he could stay?"
"Skylar's." I blurt out. "I could maybe stay there?"
"How far away does she live?" the man asks.
"Urhm, maybe three miles, four at the most?"
"It'll work. I suggest you get there before dark."
I call Skylar and explain the situation to her. Her parents agree to let me stay as long as I need to.
I quick pack a bag that has everything i'll need for a week. If I need to stay longer I can always have my mom bring me more stuff.
"I love you, Mom." I say as I hug my mom goodbye.
"I love you too, Drake, i'm sorry this happened"
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Authors note: its been months since an update. im super sorry. i cut my knee open and had to get five stitches so i've been sitting around and finally got this done. so what do you think? got a scary side to this storyyyyy. comment and i'll love you forever <3
