One Last Rose

Chapter 13 - Hunted

Two weeks later

Keith's pov

The doorbell rang. "I'll get it mom!" I said and went to open the door. To my surprise it was Damon.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked a tad worried while at the same time my knees grew weak. His face was serious and I got more worried by the second he stayed silent.

"It's Drake." He said monotone. "He got attacked last night when he was going home after going out." Fear settled in my heart as I saw him tear up.

"He's in the hospital and I don't know what to do. He-he isn't waking up and I'm scared." He said before breaking down. I pulled him inside and closed the door before holding him in my arms.

He clutched himself to me as he cried. I felt him trembling and it hurt me to see him like this. "I'm sure he'll be fine." I tried to reassure him.

"Do you want to come to the hospital with me?" He asked between two sobs. I nodded while holding him for a bit longer before letting him go.

I wiped away his tears and cupped his face. "He is going to be fine, Damon. Have faith." He nodded and we walked into the living room.

My mom gave him another hug, she heard everything, and offered to drive us to the hospital. A few moments later we were all sitting in the car of my mother.

Damon and I held hands on the backseat, both fearing for the state Drake would be in.

"Last night was terrible. We got called by the cops that Drake had been attacked and was now in the hospital. My parents were gone in an instant, leaving me behind with the kids." He shook his head and I pinched his hand to comfort him.

He stared out of the window while we drove through the city. I just held on to his hand until we reached the hospital.

"I'll wait here." My mom said when she parked the car. We rushed out and I had to stop Damon from running inside.

"I know it's hard but try to keep calm." I whispered in his ear and he nodded. It wasn't hard to find Drake's room and when we opened the door, we saw there were no other visitors.

Drake laid in the hospital bed with a bandage around his head and a black eye. His eyes were closed and his face was pale.

Worry spread in my heart and I felt how Damon froze next to me. I reached for his trembling hand and held it tight. His eyes were fixated on Drake's injuries.

"Drake?" His voice was hoarse and he walked towards the bed, pulling me along. "Drake, wake up." He demanded grabbing his arm.

"Damon, what are you doing?" I whispered, devastated by the desperate look in his eyes. "I thought I saw his eyes flutter." He answered breathless.

We bother jumped as Drake groaned and started to move. Damon cursed and my eyes doubled in size when Drake burst out in laughter.

"Fuck you, Drake!" He said growing redder with the second. "I love you too, little bro." Drake responded with a smirk.

Damon rolled his eyes and sighed. "How are you feeling?" Drake shrugged. "My head hurts and I can't really open my eyes. My limps are all painful with lotsof bruises, but luckily nothing is broken."

His eyes landed on me and he shot me a smile. "Nice to see you Keith." I smiled a bit, thinking not what I could say.

"What happened?" I asked awkwardly.

"Well obviously I've been beaten up, but I assume you mean how it happened and when etcetera." He cleared his throat and put on a serious face.

"Last night I went out with some of my friends to celebrate the new apartment. Everything was fine until I walked home. A few blocks from our house a few guys stood on the corner of the street, I passed them casually, but they held me standing. They said my face was rude and that they didn't like my attitude. They were stoned as fuck and drunk, so I tried not to make a big deal, but one guy pushed me. I pushed back and then all five of them started to beat me up. Next thing I know I'm in a friggin' ambulance and questioned by the police. I lost my consciousness short after because of the heavy beating my head had to undergo."