Chapter four: Drake or Noah?

"Go for it, its not like i can stop you...i never can stop them even if i wanted to." I sighed, stetching my arms out straight.

"When did you get your arms free?" His eyes widened, looking surprised.

"Dont worry, im not going to try to run. Theres no point, plus even if your going to turture me...its more safe here then were im from. Trust me." A dry laugh exploded out my throat.

"Your just saying this so i let you go. The sympathy card doesnt work on me kiddo. Remove your cardigan so the fun can begin." He looked like he was trying too hard to scare me. Either that or he was torn between what to do with me. He then turned around tinkering with his tools.

I removed my cardigan and my scalf, throwing them onto the tiles. I then began removing my dress. "Look, what ever you think you can do to break me, it wont work. You cant break something thats already broken." I whispered softly as i managed to get my dress past my boobs.

He turned around upon hearing my words and turned back around again quickly. "What the fück are you doing?" He shouted, making me flinch. "Pull your dress up! Now!"

"Getting undressed? Your going to turture me right? If you are i sugest spreading out the scars that will be left as people will ask why i have them. Not like they have before." I gulped, revealing a secret i swore not to.

He turned around slowly, as if contemplating wether he should or not. "What do you meen-" He stopped midsentence, staring at my scars. "Who gave you these? Have you been captured before?" Questions seemed to be bubbling out of him. "Who is sick enough to do this? Especially to a child. Why have you got these?" His eyes was wild with fury.

"Why do you care? Its not like you wasnt going to do the same as him." Venom laced my words. "Lets be honest here, your no better then the person who did this. Plus this shit learnt me to obey commands, learnt me resilience and key survival skills." I thought about how to word my next sentence. "In a way the monster learnt me how to survive. Hes a blessing hidden in a tragedy." I shrugged my shoulders. I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.

"It still doesnt excuse this. Tell me who did it so i can kill him. The name; Now!" He shouted.

I sighed. "Look Mr..." i trailed off.

"Call me Jaxtyn."

"Look Jaxtyn, you cant kill family. He is all i have left and as much as i hate him, we both lost somone dear to us. He just doesnt know how to show his pain." I reached for his arm, stretching my legs. "I have no friends, no other family. Who would i have left?"

"I thought i was your friend." A bubbly voice echoed. I looked behind Jaxtyn.

"Drake, i told you not to interrupt." Jaxtyns voice held so much power.

"I know but i didnt want her hurt. Shes the only one who would actually not try to bother me with questions. She'd just sit and smile at me and let me read quietly."

"Noah? Why did Jaxtyn call you Drake?" My face must have been incredibly confused because i felt it.

"Why is she calling you by your brothers name?" Jaxtyn looked even more confuddled.

"Well in school i read Noahs books, you know to not bring suspicion. She never spoke to me other then the otherday. She just assumed that I was him." Noa-Drake smiled lightly.

"So is it Noah or Drake?" I stood there filled with confusion.

"Its Drake but you can call me whatever you'd like buttercup." Noah winked.

"Okaii."

"So what are you on about anyways? I seemed to have fücked up a little moment of yours." He refered the question to Jaxtyn.

"We was not having a moment. She was simply trying to persuade me not to kill someone." Jaxtyn's boice was deeper, more dominant.

"Ooh rough."

"Remember last time someone tried to persuade me not to kill someone? I killed that person infront of the person trying to persuade me not to." Jaxtyn's voice was cold and distant.

I stared blanckly into space. I zoned out, entering my own fücked up mind. I dont know how long i was in there, it seems time doesnt exists in my mind. Its a wild, tradgic, timeless void in there but before i knew it there was clicking infront of my face, bringing me back to reality.

"Whats your name?" Jaxtyn voice was more softer now.

"Katelyn." I looked down.

"Katelyn what?" Jaxtyn looked at me.

"Katelyn De la Rosa." I curled a stray piece of hair around my ear, looking up at him.

"De La Rosa, Where have I heard that? Im assuming you're part spanish?" Jaxtyn's eyes went lighter, his mouth curling into a smug grin oncehad nodded slightly.

"Yes."

"Drake, Get Rosa please." His voice held so much emotion.