I Dare You (Interracial Love Story: bwwm)

Chapter 8: Drew

Drew

I waited in front of Myra's house for a minute or two before I reluctantly left. Something deep inside me told me not to leave her but I choose to respect her wishes and returned home. I still can't believe that she went back to that hell hole. I can't believe I let her go. She might be crazy for wanting to go back but does that make me crazier for letting her go. Maybe I shouldn't have- wait NO. I'm not going to make myself feel bad about this. She wanted to go, so I let her go. What was I suppose to do tie her up in put her in my car and bring her back to the house where the man who killed her father currently resides. Ummm maybe not. But some part of me still feels guilty for leaving her there. I mean what if something happens to her.

'Drew get it together. She is only a dare. She is only a dare.' I repeat to myself.

I was so into my thoughts that I didn't even realize that I was in my drive way. I saw no cars meaning that neither of my parents were home. I walked in the house not expecting to see anyone but I was wrong. I saw my sweet pea sitting in the corner of the living room crying softly into her hands. I immediately felt my heart break. She didn't deserve this. None of us deserved this. I start to shake in rage from thinking about the pain my father has cause the this family. That fucking piece of-

"Drew is that you," the four year whispered interrupting my rant on my father. Fear clearly in her voice

" Yes baby girl.. Where is everyone? I spoke softly trying my best not to startle her.

At that Brooklyn started to cry and I quickly made my way of to her and embraced her in a hug. After a moment of soothing her she started to speak.

" After you left Mommy and Daddy started screaming. Mommy even throw a vase at Daddy's head." I turn to see there was in fact a broken vase on the floor. " Then Daddy grabbed Mommy by the neck and held her on the wall. I got really scared so I got up from the table and started hitting Daddy. I think that made him mad because he hit me" Pointing to the bruise on her her face that I oddly didn't notice until it was brought to my attention. " After he hit me, Mommy grabbed a knife and she pointed in his face telling him to leave. After that he went upstairs and when he came back downstairs he had a suitcase. He said to Mommy that he was planning on leaving us anyway and then he left. Soon after Mommy left too. Drew, I was so scared I didn't know what to do. Why did you leave me alone with Daddy and Mommy screaming. Why did you leave me, Drew"

Once again she started to cry and this time harder than before. I can't believe that bastard hit the two women I cared about the most. I swear to god I'm going to fucking kill him. How could you hit a woman none the less a four year. Sick Bastard. I hate him. I hate him for cheating on my Mom. I hate home being a dick. I hate him for ruining Myra's life. I hate him for putting Brooklyn in this situation. And most of all I hate him because of the guilt he is making me feel for not being able to protect my sister. And for that I feel like shit right now. I can't believe I left my baby sister behind to witness all of this drama and abuse. I felt ashamed.

" I'm so sorry sweet pea. I will never leave in a situation like that again. I promise." I said picking her up and soothing her back.

After a while of soothing Brooklyn she feel asleep. I gently laid her down on the couch and I made my way up the stairs. I decided to take a quick shower. Right before I was about to get in I hear my phone vibrate. It was a text from Matt.

" How is it going with Blackie"

I rolled my eyes and felt my blood start to boil. Why does he have to be such a dick all the time? So what she is dark. She still is immensely beautiful.

Wait did I just call Myra beautiful. The stress of the the day most be getting to my fucking head. ' I tired to convince my myself but deep down I know I was slowly starting to actually like her. Yeah I know the sexy Drew Riley catching feeling for the attitude filled Myra Bines. This is fucking ridiculous. I mean it's Myra for Christ sake. The same Myra who cusses you out if you look at her too longer. The same Myra who wears the same clothes everyday. The same Myra who gets made fun of on a daily basis. But she always the same Myra how makes me laugh. And the same Myra who has this secret vulnerable side to her. And the same Myra who is extremely beautiful even though she has it hard at home.

Trying to block out anymore thoughts of Myra I cut my shower short and decide to sleep it off.

'A good nap might help me come to my senses'

I slowly close my eyes and I drift of I'm into a peacful slumber.

( sorry guys I can't do italics on my iPad so this next part is a dream)

' I see an older version of myself laugh and playing with a little carmel skinned girl. She looked like she couldn't be more than Brooklyn's age. She has light brown eyes and black curly hair. She seem to be really enjoying herself. The more I try to focus in on her the more she looks like Myra.

"Daddy..Daddy. Pick me up like a plane again" Daddy?!

At that I see my older self proceed to pick her up and fly her above my head like a plane. This makes her start to giggle and scream from the excitement.

"Babe, where are you? I just put the twins to bed and now Leah needs to hit the sheets as well"

At that the little girl made a pouting face and was obviously upset that she had to go to bed before the little girl could open her mouth and convince me to let her stay up. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. When the figure come to the bottom of the steps I came face to face with Myra. A very pregnant Myra might I add.

" Oh no you don't little girl. Don't you dare even fix you mouth to ask your daddy if you stay up. He already convinced me to let you stay up 30 minutes past your bed time so now it's time to go to bed"

With that the little girl with sad eyes kissed both of her parents goodnight and slowly walked upstairs to her room. I slightly laugh to myself seeing her dramatics. Once the little girl was all the way upstairs I turns my attention to Myra. She was beautiful. She was literally glowing and she seemed genuinely happy with her life. Our life.

She looked at me and grinned " Come one baby come upstairs. I have a surprise for you," said with a seductive smile. Right when I was about to follow her upstairs to get my well wanted surprise. I heard this annoying ringing sound. The more I focused on trying to figure out what it was the louder it became. RING RING RING RING'

I slowly opened my eyes. Damn I was dreaming. Pretty good ass dream might I add. This must be a fucking good reason to who ever is calling seeing as to though it was getting to the best part.

"Hello," I groaned, slightly annoyed.

" I need you "

"I'm on my way,"

OK SO FIRST I WANT TO SAY IM SORRY FOR LEAVING YALL FOR SO LONG BUT I HAD ALOT OF STUFF GOING ON AND ALSO HAD A BAD CASES OF WRITERS BLOCK. I STILL HOPE PEOPLE WANT TO READ THIS STORY. DONT GIVE UP ON ME JUST YET GUYS. ANYWAYS I KNOW THIS SHORT AND THERE IS A LACK OF EDITING BUT THERE IS MORE TO COME AND IT WILL HOPEFULLY BETTER IN QUALITY. LOVE YALL

- LoveyL

Picture of Brooklyn