I blinked open my eyes, I was on the floor once again. I crawled over to the table and pushed myself to my feet. But I quickly fell back to the floor, why does my leg hurt so badly? I picked myself up again. But when I did I fell back down. I laid there, looking up at the ceiling.
About an hour of staying on the floor Drake finally woke up, he looked around worry glazed his eyes. Relief filled them once he looked over the couch and saw me on the floor.
"What are you doing on the floor?" He asked laughing.
"Well.... to be honest ..... I dont know." I told him.
"I was trying to walk but something is causing me pain in my right leg." I pointed to my leg and realized there was a stab mark in my leg. I looked down at my leg, I jumped up, the pain tried to pull me back but I just limped over to the table looking at a piece of paper sitting on the table.
I'll kill you! But..... if I can't manage to kill you.... I'll kill everyone/everything you've ever loved! and once your too weak with sadness .... I..... will kill you. Either way.... you die!
I could tell the note was from the tall, dark man by the drops of blood all over the paper. I looked up thinking back to the day my dad had died,
"I'll kill him," I thought back to my promise. I crunched up the paper and turned to throw it away before Drake saw it.... I was too late.... when I turned around I bumped into Drake who had probably already read the note.
"What do you think you are doing?" He asked. I looked over at him.
"I just need to do something." I told him and tried to walk around him. He stepped to the side, blocking my exit.
"I know what your thinking, and no!" He told me sternly.
"Someone needs to kill him! He's done me enough harm. I'm tired of him." I said calmly.
"I can't let you risk it." He said softly.
"Ok.... if you dont want me to kill him.... I wont." I said softly.
"Good." He smiled,
"I dont want you hurt." He told me.
"I won't." I reassured him.
He smiled, kissed me on my cheek and walked back to the couch sitting down. I have to do this. as much as I hated going behind his back, even though I do all the time, I had to do this. I sat next to him on the couch and reached my arms around him, and looked at the screen.
A few hours if watching movies had put Drake to sleep. I got up being sure not to disturb him and walked out the door with my phone I'm my hands. I'm coming. I thought to myself and glared ahead as I remembered the tall man killing my father.
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