Dumbfounded, I left. I entered my room to find Drake sitting on the bed. "What's wrong with you? Your emotion seem in shock," he commented. A tear started to develop in my eyes. Now in a more serious tone, Drake said, "Alice? What's wrong Alice? Speak to me" I still didn't react. He was now holding my shoulders, giving me a little shake. "Alice? Alice, did he hit you?" Drake questioned. I felt my eyes widen as the teardrop finally fell. "He did, didn't he?" I glance over at Drake finally but I remained silent. I was still in shock I couldn't form words to say. Drake started getting off the bed. When I saw he about to go to the door, something finally woke up in me and I grabbed his shirt to stop him. "W-w-what are y-you doing?" I asked, finally speaking. "I'm going to kill him. He should have never put his hands on you," Drake explained with so much hate in his voice. "Drake, p-please," I begged, holding his shirt in a harder grip. "I'm just suppose to accept this?!" he asked. He was so angry, his eyes sparkled. I fell to the floor, still holding his shirt, I started crying. "Please Drake. Please j-just stay with me," I begged harder, feeling the waterworks going down my cheeks. Drake face lighten up and he looked sorry for me. He helped me up and set me on the bed. He lied my head on his chest. "Okay Alice. I'll stay with you," he told me.