|Nightmares turn into reality
Author: fantasyforever1989 PM
Drake is tormented by his abusive father and past, which not even his mom knows about. But what happens when his past comes back to haunt him? Can Drake handle it or will someone find out before it's too late? Rated for cuttingdepression and child abuse.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 16 - Words: 56,151 - Reviews: 163 - Favs: 112 - Follows: 126 - Updated: 02-10-13 - Published: 12-02-07 - id: 3925529
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A/N: For some reason, fan fiction . net was sending review alerts to my junk mail instead of my inbox, so I'm just seeing some reviews on the last chapter. Thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed this story so far. Reviews make my day! I've said it before and I'll say it again, you guys are awesome!
Disclaimer: I do not own Drake and Josh. All rights go to the creators of the show.
Drake sat in one of the hard, plastic chairs near the window of the open meeting room where the hospital held group therapy. It was 5 minutes until they would be allowed to leave the floor. He was jumpy and anxious and it took every bit of his will power to stay seated and not bolt for the door. It was only his second day in the out patient program, but Drake was already starting to hate every Monday, Wednesday and Friday afternoons. So far the only positive aspect of the program Drake could find was it met three days a week and not every day.
"Count to and from twenty in your head." Andrew whispered to Drake leaning over in his chair. Drake raised his eyebrows in confusion at him. Andrew smirked.
"It distracts me. Counting makes the time go by faster and keeps you thinking about something else." Andrew whispered back. Drake grinned, the more he got to know Andrew the more he liked him. Andrew was resourceful and cleaver. He didn't speak much during group, yet he seemed to be on all the nurse's good side, a fact that surprised Drake somewhat. He decided to try Andrew's suggestion and began counting backwards from twenty then reversed it. Surprisingly, it did help distract him and helped him focus on something mindless and unimportant than group. He grinned when the nurse running group dismissed them and everyone scrambled to line up to leave.
"Where do you come up with stuff like that?" Drake asked Andrew who laughed in response.
"I'm a genius what can I say." He answered still grinning. Once again Drake found himself wondering what Andrew had done to end up here, but he still hadn't had the courage to ask him. The grin on Drake's face faded as he spotted Dr. Evans walking towards him.
"Drake, before you leave I'd like to speak with you for a few minutes." Drake bit down hard on his tongue to keep from cussing out the doctor. Andrew gave him a curious expression asking silently, what did you do?
Drake shook his head at him; he was as clueless as Andrew was. Not seeing any choice and just wanting to do anything to leave this hospital as soon as possible, Drake silently followed Dr. Evans to his office where he stood frozen, shocked in the doorway. Both Walter and his mother were sitting in the spare chairs across from Dr. Evan's desk.
"What happened?" Drake asked, his voice shaking slightly, he was suddenly extremely nervous.
"Please Drake, have a seat." Dr. Evans said calmly, but Drake shook his head and continued to stand, crossing his arms again over his chest.
Dr. Evans sighed.
"Very well. I asked your parents here Drake because earlier today I received a call from Child Protective Services. They've taken your father's statement." Dr. Evans paused watching Drake closely who felt like he had just had the wind knocked out of him.
"Rick is testifying against you Drake. Now, you shouldn't be alarmed, no one fully expected him to cooperate and come clean. I'm sorry Drake."
Feeling suddenly lightheaded, Drake sank into the remaining chair next to his mom. She tried to grab his hand but he pulled away from her not wanting to be touched.
"This doesn't mean it's over Drake. We're not going to let him get away with this okay? But, we're going to need your cooperation. It will be difficult, but you have a ton of people supporting you, the law is on your side, but I'm afraid you're going to have to testify against Rick. Do you understand?" Dr. Evans spoke slowly.
Drake stared at the doctor blankly, still trying to process what he was saying. He knew this was going to happen the minute he told Dr. Richardson how he had gotten hurt, but the reality had not fully hit him until this very moment.
"You're not alone in this baby, you know that right?" Audrey said gently. She started to reach out to touch Drake again, but after a moment's hesitation dropped her hand awkwardly back into her lap.
"Drake, do you understand what we're telling you?" Dr. Evans asked again a few minutes later when Drake still had said nothing.
"I heard you." Drake finally whispered barely audible.
"I know this is difficult for you Drake, but in the end this is the best option. Going to court is the only way to fully ensure your father won't come near you again. The court has ordered a restraining order for your protection as well; he can't come near you before the trial. You're safe." Drake finally looked up at Dr. Evans and shocked everyone in the room by laughing. It was a cold, sarcastic laugh.
"Safe? A restraining order? You really think a stupid piece of paper is going to hold him back? You don't know him at all." Drake said coldly. He stood up, too anxious to sit still and began pacing the small office; Dr. Evans didn't make a move to stop him.
"It's more than just a piece of paper Drake. If he comes within 25 feet of you he'll be arrested on the spot." Walter offered trying to help, but by the way Drake's features hardened, he clearly had said the wrong thing.
"Are you all idiots or are you just that stupid? He doesn't care about the cops or court. He wants me! And thanks to you he now wants me dead, and no damn restraining order is going to stop him!" Drake yelled. Frustrated, Drake kicked the wall of the small office. Audrey jumped startled; Walter stood up and took a step towards Drake gently grabbing his arm.
DON'T TOUCH ME!" Drake screamed roughly pulling away from Walter and backing up against the wall.
"Drake, it's alright." Dr. Evans said calmly standing up and walking around his desk. Drake began frantically pacing the small office faster then before while gripping his hair hard with both hands.
"I can't…I don't want to…I can't do it." Drake muttered to himself. Audrey glanced worriedly at Dr. Evans at a complete loss of how to help her son.
"Drake, it's alright, try and relax, you're okay." Dr. Evans spoke softly. Drake appeared not to hear him or his parents. He merely gripped his hair harder and shook his head.
"Drake, look at me." Dr. Evans said slowly and gently touched Drake's shoulder. The sudden contact shocked Drake enough to get him to stop his frantic pacing. His back stiffened and he went rigid as his whole body shuddered. He looked up at Dr. Evans confused then his face crumpled and he covered his mouth as tears began pooling in his eyes.
"Drake…" Walter cautiously said but Drake shook his head and backed up even further until he hit the wall. Feeling suddenly drained of all energy, Drake's legs gave out from under him as his knees buckled and he sank to the floor. His body shook with sobs and he kept his head bowed towards the floor.
Dr. Evans knelt down, putting his weight on the balls of his feet and resting his elbows on his knees so he was at eye level with Drake.
"Drake, look at me." He said again, trying to get the teen's attention. That's it, come on now. You're all right. You're okay, that's it just relax." Dr. Evans coaxed softly, trying to reassure Drake. Audrey and Walter stood back shocked at Drake's outburst. Audrey hastily wiped her eyes trying to hide tears of her own as she watched her son sobbing on the ground next to Dr. Evans. Walter covered his mouth, pale and slightly shell-shocked. He had never seen Drake fall apart…not like this.
"Please…I want…I want to go…" Drake paused, coughing between sobs. Lately it seemed the harder he tried to control his emotions, the more out of control they became. "I can't…I…I don't want to…" Drake gasped.
"It's okay Drake. We'll figure it out okay, just relax." Dr. Evans soothed. He looked up at Audrey and Walter and nodded once. Drake continued to sit with his eyes closed, his hands balled up in fists against his eyes. Once he had calmed down from the worst of his hysteria, he looked up, his face pale and tearstained at Dr. Evans.
"Don't make me do it…you don't know…he'll kill me!" Drake blurted before he could stop himself.
Dr. Evans waited until Drake finally brought his eyes up level with his before speaking again. "You're safe here; there are a lot of people that will protect you. You're a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for kid and I know you'll amaze yourself at what you're capable of. I know you can do this. So, what do you say?" Dr. Evans said standing up and grinning down at Drake. He held a hand out towards Drake who glanced around at his parents. Suddenly feeling self-conscious and embarrassed at his outburst, he closed his eyes again and took a staggering breath then grasped the doctor's hand, letting him pull him to his feet. He felt shaky and tired but he was at least in control of his emotions again. Drake dropped into the nearest chair exhausted.
"So what now?" He asked softly. Drake leaned forward in his chair and closed his eyes, rubbing his temples as he felt the beginnings of a headache.
"Right now, all I want you to worry about Drake is taking care of yourself. CPS probably won't be in contact with you until at least next week. Until then I want you to focus on everyday tasks like school and writing music." Dr. Evans said calmly. Walter opened his mouth like he was about to say something then glanced sideways at Drake and quickly shut it, changing his mind.
"So, basically pretend like nothing is happening and everything is okay." Drake said bitterly opening his eyes. Dr. Evans shook his head.
"No, that's not what I said. I want you to start recovering and getting better. Worrying about the unknown will just cause you more anxiety. So, until CPS contacts you I want you to focus on getting better and trying to get back into a normal routine, understand?"
Drake slowly sat back up, sighing.
"Fine…can I go now?" Drake asked standing up and pushing back his chair. He felt on edge and was having trouble sitting in one spot for too long. Dr. Evans hesitated, not sure if he felt comfortable letting Drake leave quite yet.
"Yes. I'll see you on Friday." Dr. Evans said making up his mind and standing up a minute later, shaking hands with Audrey and Walter. Drake had to bite his tongue again to keep from groaning.
Once they had all piled into the car, Drake leaned forward on his knees rubbing his head again, the pain in his temples slowly increasing.
"Are you okay?" Audrey asked a little uncertain as she watched Drake grimace in pain.
"Fine, just a headache." Drake murmured. Audrey looked at Walter worried.
"Are you sure? With the concussion and everything…" Drake opened his eyes and glared at his mother.
"I said I'm fine." Drake said coldly. Walter glanced into his rearview mirror at Drake.
"She's just worried Drake." Walter offered softly trying to ease the building tension between his wife and stepson.
When they reached the house, Drake wasted no time in rushing up to his bedroom and slammed the door behind him making Josh jump. Josh looked up at Drake sympathetically. He had expected Drake to be in a bad mood when he got home from the outpatient program.
"Bad?" Josh asked simply. Drake sighed laying down on the couch.
"He's testifying against me." Drake said scrunching his eyes shut in pain again. Josh's hand tightened around the pen he was holding so hard his knuckles turned white.
"Can he do that?" Josh asked in disbelief.
"Well, no one's stopping him." Drake said sarcastically keeping his eyes shut as he tried to ignore the dull throbbing that was increasing behind his eyes.
"He won't win. There's too much evidence against him." Josh said with so much conviction Drake almost believed him.
Drake sighed again then winced as a sharp pain shot across his forehead.
"Hey, toss me some Advil or something." Drake said sitting up slowly. Josh looked at him worriedly then dug around in his desk drawer for a minute before throwing a small bottle of Advil at Drake.
"Hurting?" Josh asked even though it was a dumb question since Drake was asking for painkillers.
"A little." Drake admitted.
"Why don't you take the medication Dr. Richardson gave you before you left the hospital? Those pills I'm sure work better than aspirin." Josh offered. Drake blinked, he had almost forgotten about the pills Dr. Richardson had prescribed.
"I'll get them for you." Josh said seeing as Drake looked like getting off the couch involved way too much energy at the moment.
"Thanks." Drake muttered setting the bottle of Advil on the table instead. Josh came back a minute later with the small, orange pill bottle in one hand and a glass of water in the other. Drake wordlessly took both and popped two of the small, white pills into his mouth before washing them down with the water.
"THAT BASTARD!" Rick threw the glass he was holding across the room in rage; he was livid. First, that bastard of a son of his goes yapping to some state official, then he gets a damn restraining order on him. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Cursing, he quickly lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. After another minute, he sat down on his couch and continued to take a few more drags on his cigarette as he made up his mind.
There was no way in hell he was going to go and rot in some jail cell and he was going to make sure one way or another that that didn't happen. Sticking the cigarette in his mouth, he reached across the cushion on the couch and grabbed his phone off the small coffee table. He waited impatiently as the dial tone connected the call.
"Well, I'll be damned, guess I can't get rid of you after all. What do you want Parker?" A high-set sounding female voice said on the other end of the line.
"I got a favor to ask you Angie."
The woman laughed.
"Why am I not surprised?" She replied a second later.
Yay! For once it didn't take me six months to update a chapter. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Let me know what you think. I was debating whether or not to have Drake break down in Dr. Evans office because I don't want to be too repetitive where Drake is breaking down or having a panic attack in every chapter or anything. But, at the same time at the moment Drake is pretty much an emotional wreck, which is why I chose to leave that bit in. Thank you so much to everyone who is still reading and reviewing this story, you guys have no idea how much it means to me. I will try to keep the more frequent updates going.
As always reviews are greatly appreciated,