Roses Are Red

Not A Great Week

Morning....

You woke up and stretched your arms and legs out. You yawned loudly turning onto your left side toward the window. It was bright outside. It was a week since Drake had gone back home. You wanted to check on him, but you also wanted to give him some space, you two had been in the same house for about three days already. You just hoped he was alright with those assholes. 

Over the week you had felt a need to be with him more strongly. It was as if he had gotten hurt. Part of you kept yourself from marching over there and seeing what was wrong. You told him if anything happened to come straight back to you. Your alpha impression had been used so you were sure he's listen.

Drake hadn't come...so maybe you just missed him.

Your stomach growled and you groaned, you didn't feel like getting up. After a few minutes of procrastinating, you climbed out of bed slowly to use the bathroom then head downstairs.

.......................................

In the blue house....

Drake stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel to go around his waist.

Once in his room he changed into some faded blue jeans and a short sleeve green shirt.

He walked back into his bathroom to find his hair comb. Drake started to fix his still damp locks when he paused noticing the purple bruise on his left cheek.

It didnt hurt much and was healing at a steady pace. It just didn't look too good. For once it wasn't his stepparents, it was an asshole at the park. He had been playing some basketball while Bryan and Brooklyn were at work. Drake wasn't allowed to go visit you. He was, although allowed to play some sports at his new spot here.

It had been getting a little late in the evening. So he had been planning to head home after a couple more shots. It turned out that was a bad idea. Some guy he didn't know and another who was slightly short than his friend tried to corner him.

At first Drake had said he didn't want any trouble and was about to leave. Unfortunately he wasn't fast enough for them and both the bastards ganged up on him.

He had a few good punches before one used unnatural strength to hold his arms behind his back. Drake asked them to just let him go, but since he had punched the larger of the two in the face....

The street lamps had blinked on around the empty basketball court. No one was around to bother the small group...sadly.

Chris: "Wait....you look kinda familar."

Drake wheezed out a huff of air when a fist connected with his gut. The guy behind him held firm and laughed in his ear making Drake hit him with the back of his head. Jack snarled, eyes turning bright yellow.

Drake: "Ah!" He yelled.

Jack pulled his arms tighter behind him almost snapping his arms. Chris...most likely the leader of their friendship growled at him. The pressure lessened some. Chris punched him across the face making his head snap right.

Chris: "That's for before." He pulled his head up and hit him again in the same spot. "That's for my friend."

Drake felt blood ooze into his mouth and out his lips. He raised his head from his chest and spat the red liquid into the larger of the two's face.

Drake: "Fuck...yo-"

His eyes flashed blue seeing a hand reach out to grab his cheeks. Chris leaned in closer with Drake's blood and spit trickling down his nose. Something must of happened because Chris froze.