Sapphire

It's Black And White

Drew stood there in a state of panic, keeping her gun aimed at Damian White. "If you shoot him, I'll shoot you without hesitation. Let my agent go and I'll let you go." She compromised.

Damian kept his grip firm on the agent's collar. "I know backup is on the way so I'll make this quick. You need to hear me out, Drew."

"Hear you out? You're a crazed psychopath and if you think I'm gonna let you get away with murdering my uncle-" She was cut short.

"That's the thing, I never murdered him! Sebastian was like a father to me. I'm no angel and I went rogue, that's true. However, I'm not gonna stand here and be blamed for killing the closest thing I had to family!" He insisted upon his innocence.

Not believing it for a second, Drew kept her gun raised. "All the evidence pointed to you. You stabbed him in the back when he trusted you." The anger on Drew's face was evident. "Don't you dare say he was like your father. He was my father and you... You were nothing to him."

Clearly insulted, Damian shook his head. "You're not thinking clearly. You need to look closer to home."

~Flashback~

Home.

Drew recalls the memories as clearly as blood stains snow. It was the day she left home.

"You're just going to leave and embarrass us further than you already have?" Her mother questions in disbelief. "You never had what it takes."

Drew continues throwing in whatever possession of hers she can find into the open suitcases on the bed. Her parents, leaning on either side of the doorframe. Her father steps towards her and catches her wrists. "What is this? You're still doing this? What are people going to think?"

"You're supposed to be a surgeon and cut into other people, not yourself." Her mother contributes. "We're not letting you leave this house."

Loaded with anger, Drew turns around and faces her parents. She drops the satin white blouse in her hands and clutches her hair instead. "Don't you see? I never wanted to be a surgeon!"

"That's not true." Her mother refuses to believe it.

"Your mother's right. Why would you have applied to Med school otherwise?" He questions obliviously.

Drew raises her eyebrows and scoffs. "I worked so damn hard all my life to get the grades you wanted. Just so that I can do the job you wanted me to do." Tears start forming in her sapphire eyes. "Yet, nothing I ever did was good enough for you. I have these scars because the truth is, I'm just never good enough for you." She sinks into the matress of her bed. "I'm going my own way now. I'm going to do what I want to."

Her parents distance themselves further away and move to the passageway. They were never ones to comfort her. "And what exactly is it that you want to do?" Her dad asks.

"I'm not sure. I'm only seventeen. I've got my whole life ahead of me." She answers.

"Irresponsible. That's what you are." Her mum comments. "Causing this whole fascade and harming yourself for attention. Why can't you be like other teenagers? Get a tattoo instead!"

Drew bites her lip and tries to stop herself from crying. "Some may prefer a tattoo but nothing lasts like a scar." Drew whispers distantly as she studies the scars on her arm.

"How poetic of you." Her mother remarks emotionless.

She covers her mouth with her hand to muffle the short sobs. "All I ever wanted was for somebody to care."

"We do care for you. One day, you'll see. We only want best for you but until this whole phase is over, we're not letting you out of this room. It's the middle of the night. Start unpacking." Her father shuts the door behind him and Drew can hear the key turn in the lock.

"Let me out!" She bangs on the door hopelessly.

After a whole hour of feeling defeated, Drew looks outside the window and decides to open it. She carefully scales down the side of the house, just as her uncle Sebastian had taught her when she was younger. Once her feet touch the floor, she faces towards the front of the house and looks at it one last time. She had no suitcases with her, it's just herself. All the baggage is left locked in her room.

So in the depth of the night, she runs as fast as she can from her past with the rain washing over her and she never looks back.

~Present Day~

Before Drew could even fathom what was happening, Damian White had dragged his hostage to the nearest exit of the factory and made a run for it.

Now determined, more than ever, Drew knew she had to catch him next time. She'd be ready and she was not going to let him get away again.

She stood there as backup arrived and questioned the previously taken hostage. Finn tried to shake Drew back to reality.

"What happened? You never replied to our comms?" He asked.

"It's him. It's black and white... Damian White." Drew let her gun fall to the floor as she tried to comprehend the fact she had lost to two people to the same person.