Post by Electra Stevens on May 17, 2012 4:17:16 GMT -5
I was dreaming. Dreaming that I was standing in a garden and across the hill I saw someone running toward me. At first, it looks like my gramma….then the person changes as it gets closer. Next it’s my Mother…god I miss her so much….then it’s Drake and he’s running, screaming at me to watch out. I look behind me and a man in a paintball uniform is standing there, holding a lead pipe. I let out a shriek and wake up. My new phone is going off in a bunch of flashing lights and a ringtone I don’t recognize. I was still working out how to work this contraption. Damn Drake and his insistence that I get ‘top of the line’. I know he felt guilty about what happened and I tried to say no…. He has this way of turning my no’s into yes’s.
I look beside me. Drake is still sleeping, peacefully. I’d refused to stay another night in his hotel so he’d relented and now we were at my apartment. It’s 3am.
I don’t think Mets is here. She has been acting weirder than normal. I asked her if she was feeling alright but she kind of nods and acts like a zombie. It makes me wonder if H4ck3r did something bad to her, but she won’t say. It worries me.
I finally figure out what’s going on and shut off the noise before it wakes Drake. It’s a message and it’s all garbled. I sigh. Could only be one person.
To make it short it said that he wanted to meet me…alone….in an hour at an alley beside an all night convenience store about a block away. He said he wanted to give me one last chance to tell me some things about Drake. It wasn’t what I wanted exactly, but well I guess it was progress as long as he didn’t try and attack me. If I could try and resolve this without anyone else getting hurt I was going to do my damn best. He was being honest when he said he wouldn’t attack me unless I attacked him first and in both instances, that’s just what I’d done. The first time, I might have been a bit hasty, spearing him but the second time….he was going after Drake and I just couldn’t allow that.
The painkillers I’d been given were helping and Drake was babying me still. I tried to tell him that it was fine but again…I knew he felt guilty and I had a hard time turning away being pampered.
I got out of bed and started to dress careful of the tape around my midsection. I hoped I’d be back before he woke. I knew he would be beyond pissed for me going on my own but I had to do this. I had to find out what his deal was. I had Drake’s side of the story… Even though part of me wanted to kill the man for everything, not just for calling me a slut but for how he was tormenting Drake and Mets. I guess it was only fair that H4ck3r be able to tell his side, whether I believed him or not was an entirely different story….
Nothing else but him seemed to matter. Not his past, not the things I knew or the things he was keeping locked up inside still. I hoped that he’d be able to tell me…eventually but it had to be on his terms and I accepted that. Everyone had their issues…god my list was probably longer than the naughty list at Santa’s workshop. You didn’t work and ‘play’ with a man like Rage and not have some emotional scarring. But I wasn’t going to drag out any more dirty laundry. Drake got the gist of it
Whether he had done it intentionally or not, Rage had succeeded in making me feel like I was ugly. I let our sexual attraction dictate our entire lives. I guess it kind of felt like I was letting the chemistry between Drake and I dictate my life now but it just felt different. We connected not just in the bedroom, mind you I’m not complaining, but there are not many people I can just sit and talk to for hours and not get bored. I wondered if he felt proud of himself for getting a woman so much older than himself….
I smirked to myself in the dark
I pulled on sweats and a t-shirt and then Drake’s fleece pullover. It smelt like him. I bent over and kissed him. He stirred and reached for me, pulling me down further onto his chest. It took a lot of strength for me to not just take advantage of his sleepy state.
“What you doing?” he asked, still half sleeping.
“Can’t sleep, just going to go for a walk.”
He kissed me again. “Okay. Be safe.” And the turned over and started to snore. I smiled and brushed some hair out of his face. He probably didn’t even realize what I had said because if he had been awake, I’m sure he would have either told me no or he would be following me out the door.
He didn’t need my protection, I knew that but it didn’t stop me from wanting to give it to him. I don’t think in all my life, I’d ever started to fall for a guy this quickly. Not even Justin. Had it only really been a couple weeks? It felt like months. I was truly starting to lose my way and heck if I didn’t like it.
To look at him, he looked like someone you wouldn’t want to mess with. And his Tats fascinated me. Inside though, he wasn’t this guy that everyone saw him as. He was a different Drake to me. I don’t know if it was reserved for just me or if this was just who he really was.
Maybe it was because I was sleeping with him….maybe it was because I was pretty sure that the feelings I had, were mutual. I didn’t know for sure. But one thing I did know was that he couldn’t keep doing this alone. H4ck3r had, had the advantage for months because Drake was alone. Alyssa wasn’t strong enough for him. She ran away like a frightened little mouse. And then she has the audacity to show up here again and get in my face….I don’t think so bitch…. I took a deep breath.
I wanted him to be strong. I wanted him to face H4ck3r once and for all and just eliminate whatever this was but before that could be done; I had to find out what his deal was, why he was going after Drake. For some reason, H4ck3r had connected with me and he thought that I was his ticket to getting under Drake’s skin….what he didn’t know was that I had no intention of letting him having even an inch but if he wanted to spill his beans about what it was he thought Drake did that was so awful, I was going to take that opportunity.
I was out of the apartment in minutes, walking lightly as to not jar my rib. The pain meds were wearing off but it still hurt less then it did a couple days ago. I got to the alley. It’s barely lit but there is still a lot of activity on the street, even at 4am. I take a big sigh before stepping into the alley, looking in the shadows for the mystery man himself.
“Come into my parlour says the spider to the fly….” The voice is still eerie and mechanical and it causes a shutter to rise along my spine. He appears beside me and I let out a little shriek. I hate myself for allowing him to scare me like that. Also now, my side is aching. On instinct I reach for it.
“You thought you had me at a disadvantage… How are you healing anyway?”
“Just fine, no thanks to you.” I spit out venomously.
“I told you to stay out of the way; I was only doing what was necessary to complete my goal.”
“Whateve. I’m a big girl.”
“I can see that.” He looks up at me by raising his helmet head and I’m proud that I tower over the guy.
“Look…I just want the story, But let me just get one thing straight here Hack….I sought out Drake, not the other way around. Call me whatever names you want but I am not a slut and I brought myself here. You wanna pick on me, do it to my face not my friends. I won’t attack you if you don’t give me any reason to.”
“My intention was never to hurt you Lexi; you did that all on your own….”
I shutter. The idea of this man using my nickname almost caused me pain.
“You don’t like me using your shortened name. Why?”
“Because it’s reserved for friends and you are not one of them.”
“I will be. When this is over you WILL be on my side, I will not even hold a grudge.”
“If you’re trying to get Brownie points, telling me you’re going to hurt my boyfriend isn’t helping. In case you didn’t notice, it’s 4am and I have someone waiting for me, so could we make this quick.”
“Yes, that’s right. Alexander will not let you out his sight for long…will he? You can assure him that I have no intention of causing you any more harm unless you give me reason to defend myself again.”
A cool breeze comes through the alley, it lifts my hair and I shiver and pull the fleece around me tighter.
“I wasn’t originally going to give you this opportunity again but your pleas on Twitter were so pathetic that I felt sorry for you. You really don’t know the extent of the damage and I am a glutton for punishment when it comes to pretty girls, I do want to save you Lexi so that you do not have to endure the same misery that so many countless others have had to endure before you.”
“Really? I thought we were going to be civil here…this isn’t starting out…maybe we should just forget the whole thing…”
I start to turn. I was starting to really truly believe that the guy was certifiably crazy now and coming here was a mistake.
I’m only able to take a couple steps before I’m grabbed. I start to struggle; he’s a strong bastard for someone that I have a height advantage over. Before I can get an advantage there is a cloth over my mouth.
“Shhh….” He whispers in my ear as my vision starts to blur. “It’s better this way…”
My arms and legs flail but it’s too late. The drug on the cloth has already started to work its way into my respiratory system and I’m falling, slumping into his arms.
“There, there Juliet, sleep. If only someone had saved her from Romeo like I am doing for you. You will thank me when this is over.” And then my mind goes completely blank.
~*~
I look beside me. Drake is still sleeping, peacefully. I’d refused to stay another night in his hotel so he’d relented and now we were at my apartment. It’s 3am.
I don’t think Mets is here. She has been acting weirder than normal. I asked her if she was feeling alright but she kind of nods and acts like a zombie. It makes me wonder if H4ck3r did something bad to her, but she won’t say. It worries me.
I finally figure out what’s going on and shut off the noise before it wakes Drake. It’s a message and it’s all garbled. I sigh. Could only be one person.
To make it short it said that he wanted to meet me…alone….in an hour at an alley beside an all night convenience store about a block away. He said he wanted to give me one last chance to tell me some things about Drake. It wasn’t what I wanted exactly, but well I guess it was progress as long as he didn’t try and attack me. If I could try and resolve this without anyone else getting hurt I was going to do my damn best. He was being honest when he said he wouldn’t attack me unless I attacked him first and in both instances, that’s just what I’d done. The first time, I might have been a bit hasty, spearing him but the second time….he was going after Drake and I just couldn’t allow that.
The painkillers I’d been given were helping and Drake was babying me still. I tried to tell him that it was fine but again…I knew he felt guilty and I had a hard time turning away being pampered.
I got out of bed and started to dress careful of the tape around my midsection. I hoped I’d be back before he woke. I knew he would be beyond pissed for me going on my own but I had to do this. I had to find out what his deal was. I had Drake’s side of the story… Even though part of me wanted to kill the man for everything, not just for calling me a slut but for how he was tormenting Drake and Mets. I guess it was only fair that H4ck3r be able to tell his side, whether I believed him or not was an entirely different story….
Nothing else but him seemed to matter. Not his past, not the things I knew or the things he was keeping locked up inside still. I hoped that he’d be able to tell me…eventually but it had to be on his terms and I accepted that. Everyone had their issues…god my list was probably longer than the naughty list at Santa’s workshop. You didn’t work and ‘play’ with a man like Rage and not have some emotional scarring. But I wasn’t going to drag out any more dirty laundry. Drake got the gist of it
Whether he had done it intentionally or not, Rage had succeeded in making me feel like I was ugly. I let our sexual attraction dictate our entire lives. I guess it kind of felt like I was letting the chemistry between Drake and I dictate my life now but it just felt different. We connected not just in the bedroom, mind you I’m not complaining, but there are not many people I can just sit and talk to for hours and not get bored. I wondered if he felt proud of himself for getting a woman so much older than himself….
I smirked to myself in the dark
I pulled on sweats and a t-shirt and then Drake’s fleece pullover. It smelt like him. I bent over and kissed him. He stirred and reached for me, pulling me down further onto his chest. It took a lot of strength for me to not just take advantage of his sleepy state.
“What you doing?” he asked, still half sleeping.
“Can’t sleep, just going to go for a walk.”
He kissed me again. “Okay. Be safe.” And the turned over and started to snore. I smiled and brushed some hair out of his face. He probably didn’t even realize what I had said because if he had been awake, I’m sure he would have either told me no or he would be following me out the door.
He didn’t need my protection, I knew that but it didn’t stop me from wanting to give it to him. I don’t think in all my life, I’d ever started to fall for a guy this quickly. Not even Justin. Had it only really been a couple weeks? It felt like months. I was truly starting to lose my way and heck if I didn’t like it.
To look at him, he looked like someone you wouldn’t want to mess with. And his Tats fascinated me. Inside though, he wasn’t this guy that everyone saw him as. He was a different Drake to me. I don’t know if it was reserved for just me or if this was just who he really was.
Maybe it was because I was sleeping with him….maybe it was because I was pretty sure that the feelings I had, were mutual. I didn’t know for sure. But one thing I did know was that he couldn’t keep doing this alone. H4ck3r had, had the advantage for months because Drake was alone. Alyssa wasn’t strong enough for him. She ran away like a frightened little mouse. And then she has the audacity to show up here again and get in my face….I don’t think so bitch…. I took a deep breath.
I wanted him to be strong. I wanted him to face H4ck3r once and for all and just eliminate whatever this was but before that could be done; I had to find out what his deal was, why he was going after Drake. For some reason, H4ck3r had connected with me and he thought that I was his ticket to getting under Drake’s skin….what he didn’t know was that I had no intention of letting him having even an inch but if he wanted to spill his beans about what it was he thought Drake did that was so awful, I was going to take that opportunity.
I was out of the apartment in minutes, walking lightly as to not jar my rib. The pain meds were wearing off but it still hurt less then it did a couple days ago. I got to the alley. It’s barely lit but there is still a lot of activity on the street, even at 4am. I take a big sigh before stepping into the alley, looking in the shadows for the mystery man himself.
“Come into my parlour says the spider to the fly….” The voice is still eerie and mechanical and it causes a shutter to rise along my spine. He appears beside me and I let out a little shriek. I hate myself for allowing him to scare me like that. Also now, my side is aching. On instinct I reach for it.
“You thought you had me at a disadvantage… How are you healing anyway?”
“Just fine, no thanks to you.” I spit out venomously.
“I told you to stay out of the way; I was only doing what was necessary to complete my goal.”
“Whateve. I’m a big girl.”
“I can see that.” He looks up at me by raising his helmet head and I’m proud that I tower over the guy.
“Look…I just want the story, But let me just get one thing straight here Hack….I sought out Drake, not the other way around. Call me whatever names you want but I am not a slut and I brought myself here. You wanna pick on me, do it to my face not my friends. I won’t attack you if you don’t give me any reason to.”
“My intention was never to hurt you Lexi; you did that all on your own….”
I shutter. The idea of this man using my nickname almost caused me pain.
“You don’t like me using your shortened name. Why?”
“Because it’s reserved for friends and you are not one of them.”
“I will be. When this is over you WILL be on my side, I will not even hold a grudge.”
“If you’re trying to get Brownie points, telling me you’re going to hurt my boyfriend isn’t helping. In case you didn’t notice, it’s 4am and I have someone waiting for me, so could we make this quick.”
“Yes, that’s right. Alexander will not let you out his sight for long…will he? You can assure him that I have no intention of causing you any more harm unless you give me reason to defend myself again.”
A cool breeze comes through the alley, it lifts my hair and I shiver and pull the fleece around me tighter.
“I wasn’t originally going to give you this opportunity again but your pleas on Twitter were so pathetic that I felt sorry for you. You really don’t know the extent of the damage and I am a glutton for punishment when it comes to pretty girls, I do want to save you Lexi so that you do not have to endure the same misery that so many countless others have had to endure before you.”
“Really? I thought we were going to be civil here…this isn’t starting out…maybe we should just forget the whole thing…”
I start to turn. I was starting to really truly believe that the guy was certifiably crazy now and coming here was a mistake.
I’m only able to take a couple steps before I’m grabbed. I start to struggle; he’s a strong bastard for someone that I have a height advantage over. Before I can get an advantage there is a cloth over my mouth.
“Shhh….” He whispers in my ear as my vision starts to blur. “It’s better this way…”
My arms and legs flail but it’s too late. The drug on the cloth has already started to work its way into my respiratory system and I’m falling, slumping into his arms.
“There, there Juliet, sleep. If only someone had saved her from Romeo like I am doing for you. You will thank me when this is over.” And then my mind goes completely blank.
~*~
