Hold Me Tight (ManxMan)

Chapter Thirteen

Drake's P.O.V:

I hear voices. I see things. I feel pain.

Hours have turned to days, I smell like sweat and blood and my body aches. Right now, the main guy is standing in front of me, barking insults at me, wounding my ego but his words don't reach my ears as my minds in another place... A happy place.

I watch him giggle, the light sparkling in his beautiful eyes; those eyes that captured me from the first time I saw them. I smile at him, watching him slow and clumsily take off his tie. We've had more than enough tequila between us yet Raven seems more drunk than I do.

"Drakey, help me. I'm stuck," He pouts and I rise from the bed to swat his fumbling hands away and unbuttons his shirt, letting it slide off his arms.

"There you go." I mumble, folding up his shirt and putting it on the chair.

He gives me a lop-sided grin. "Thanks."

I drink him in greedily, watching the way goose-bumps rise along his skin as there's a soft breeze coming from the patio doors, his muscles twitching. The second day into our honey moon and every second I'm with him I can't help but think how lucky I've gotten.

"I'm sleepy." He suddenly mutters, eyes half closed.

Smiling at him softly, I guide him to the bed and take off the rest of his clothes before climbing under the covers with him. He instantly shuffles closer and nuzzles into my chest, his fingers linking with mine.

"I love you Raven," I whisper, brushing hair from his face. "With all my heart."

He smiles slightly, yawning and already half asleep, he mumbles under his breath, "Love you too Drakey." Before falling into a deep sleep.

As I lay there, gazing down at the man before me; the love of my life in my arms, I couldn't be happier.

"Wake up you faggot."

The bag from over my head is torn off and lights are suddenly switched on, I blink rapidly, momentarily stunned. There's no windows in the room I'm in yet there's a cold, chilly breeze that comes from the open door, telling me that it's probably night time. I look up to see Dean sneering down at me.

He twists a small army knife between his fingers skilfully. "I'm going to miss you," He coos, "In about ten minutes, you're going to be a free man again."

The thought of that barely registers in my brain because that look in his eye is back. That one that makes my heart skip a beat and my blood run cold. He strolls up to me, the knife glinting in the light above us.

"Do you know what that means?"

I stay quiet and Dean glares at me, gripping my chin and forcing me to meet his gaze. I croak, "Enlighten me."

Dean smiles that smile, "It means I get ten minutes to have some fun." Before chuckling and slashing my chest.

A groan leaves my cracked, dried lips, blood starts to trickle down my chest and the guy in front of me cuts me again... And again... And again. All the while, he's laughing manically, that sick twisted smile in place and for the first time since I told myself to be strong, my walls crumble, my heart and soul open and bare... He reminds me of my mother, is my last thought before my mind goes blank.

The cold air whips around me, my hands tied behind my back and a bag still over my head, I feel more than a little disorientated. Someone grabs my arm, keeping me upright as I stumble forward blindly.

I hear a gasp and footsteps approaching before the sound of a safety cap on a gun comes off, "Stay still or I'll shoot."

Where am I? I think to myself, my thoughts scattered and my grasp on reality no longer defined.