Chapter 43- 'Stop avoiding the question you giant Dildo!'

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A/N: So because I have made you wait two weeks, i wrote you this long ass chapter so appreciate it people! It was 17 pages on Word. 

Thank you to sheslovely for the awesome banner! i love it and the quote you chose!

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I literally hunted high and low for the bank robbing imbecile.

I mean I went to his house, he wasn’t there. I went to the bar, he wasn’t there. I went to Jimmy’s house, he wasn’t there. I almost went to the freaking strip club but I took a shot in the dark and guessed he wouldn’t be there.

Although most Saturday nights that would be where he and the guys would end up.

Sick fucks.

Anyway, it was now dark. I had been looking everywhere for him. I had to tell Lacey I wouldn’t be back for a while, even though she was already at my house. Nate will love that, go home after a hard shift and find the girl he’s been lusting over sat on the sofa in the free house, yet he’s too much of a proud man to give in.

It’s like waving a sandwich in front of a handcuffed fat kid. A little cruel to be honest.

But I was determined to find him.

I couldn’t believe Drake. After everything that happened, everything that he told me and what is he doing?

Robbing banks. The boy was basically begging to get sent back inside at this rate. I mean he’s been out of prison a few months; he’s still on probation technically. If the stupid moron even litters there’s a risk of him getting locked up again. So what does he do?

Rob a freaking bank.

I was going to choke him.

After I literally looked everywhere and came out with nothing, I decided to just return back to his house and wait for him to get back. That was the only thing I could do because he wasn’t picking up his phone. In the last month he had basically dropped off the map anyway, none of the guys saw him that much because he was always ‘busy’.

I’m sure being the next John Dillinger does take up a lot of your time.

I knocked on his door again and asked his mum if it was okay if I waited. She seemed a little hesitant at first because she didn’t know how long he would be, but I think she gave in because she wanted someone else to be here when he got home.

The genuine fear she had of her own son did make sense now I knew the full story, but there was a part of me that still wanted to slap the ungrateful bitch. Drake did what he did for her. He ruined his life to protect his mum. I admit he went too far, but it was all for her.

And she shows her gratitude by treating him like Ted Bundy was renting a room out in her house.

I sat on his bed, and I waited. Half an hour went by, then an hour.

It was reaching the two hour mark when I finally heard his laughter echo through the house, as well as someone else’s. Finally, I had drained my phone about 20 minutes ago playing Angry Birds I was so bored.

Hearing him laugh made my blood boil even more. How could he laugh? He held up a freaking bank less than 8 hours ago and here he is now, having a good old chuckle.

His bedroom door opened, and in he walked. A massive grin on his face as he was laughing at something the guy said who walked in after him.

As soon as his eyes landed on me on the bed, his laughter died like Jimmy Saville’s career in 2012.

I glared at him, my jaw clenched. I could see the guy next to him look over curiously, a small smirk on his face as he thought a girl waiting for Drake on his bed meant good things for Drake’s penis. Little did he know, the mood I was in right now I was going to put Drake’s dick through a Hostel remake more than a porn one.

After the initial shock of me being here, I saw his front go up. Cocky, I don’t give a shit about anything Drake was finally here. He smirked.

“Mia it’s always a pleasure having you in my bed, but care to explain the reason for the visit?” he asked, amusement lining his tone. His friend lets out a laugh.

I clench my fist at his cocky attitude.

I nod “Okay.”

I push myself off the bed and in one stride I walk over to him, pulling my arm back and sending my fist straight into his nose.

“That clear things up?” I bellow at him as his hands immediately go to his face.

“What the fuck Mia?!” he yells, cupping his nose. His friend’s eyes are almost popping out of their sockets and his jaw is on the ground.

“Holy crap, you can pack a punch.” I hear him comment, and I look at him properly for the first time. He was an attractive boy, good build with brown hair. He was a little shorter than Drake and a little skinnier, but one look at his confident posture told me he probably surpassed Drake in confidence and cockiness. If that was even possible.

“Who the fuck are you?” I almost growl at this kid, annoyed that I couldn’t go absolutely mental at Drake like I had planned because we had company.

He raised his brow at my tone “Someone whose parents taught them manners young lady.”

“Blow me.” I reply, turning my back to him as I didn’t really care who he was. To my surprise, he speaks again.

“Well from what I just saw, when it comes to you and blowing, it ends in violence?” He smiles almost sweetly as I turn back to face him “Let me guess, he banged you, didn’t call you back and maybe screwed your sister or best friend?”

“Or your mother?” I suggest with a sweet smile of my own.

The corner of his mouth rises slightly, but not playfully “The ‘your mother’ jokes, the way to every man’s last nerve.”

I take a step towards him “Does that mean I'm pressing your buttons then asshole?”

He shakes his head “Not yet, but I would quit while you're ahead because I’m not a man who’s buttons you want to push.”

“What happens if I do, do you cry?” My smile widens as I realise I am getting to him. This kid was pissing me off.

He takes one little step forward, his eyes staring into mine. A smile is on his mouth but its threatening. I could see he wasn’t someone I should really be having this debate with, but I was so angry right now I could probably go one on one with Voldermort.

“Quit while you're ahead little girl.” He almost orders, his voice low.

“Make me guy who’s probably about 2 years older than I am.” I mock.

I see his jaw muscle clench as he was probably trying to decide what the best way to make me quit would be. I can guess something along the lines of a punch to the face, but I gotta give it to the kid he was a very patient person; I would have probably punched me by now. Suddenly, our death match eye contact was broke by Drake stepping in between us.

He puts his hands on my shoulders and starts to push me back, my eyes never leave his friend as I continue to glare at him.

“Leave it Mia.” Drake orders, before turning to his friend “Look Toby I’ll give you a ring later.”

“Yeah Toby, get the fuck out.” I smile sweetly in his direction.

Toby’s eyes slowly leave me, and I could tell he wanted nothing more than to punch me in my smart little mouth. This made me happy inside I'm not going to lie.

“You sure man? It normally takes two people to control a Rottweiler.” I immediately go to lunge forward at the prick, but Drake’s stone like body stops me in my tracks. Toby’s mouth curves into a grin at my reaction.

“Just go I’ll be fine.” Drake tells him, clearly realising if me and this kid were in the same room much longer one of us was going to be covered in blood. And I had the power of PMS on my side. I would make that bitch bleed out.

Toby nodded and walked towards the door.

“Lovely meeting you, I’ll have treats in my bag for next time we cross path’s Mia.” Toby throws the insult over his shoulder on the way out.

“I’ll have a knife. Wonder who will win that one?” I retort, and I hear him breathe a laugh as he closes the door behind him and finally leaves.

Once the door is closed and I hear that douchebag walk down the stairs, I finally look at Drake.

I laugh as I see his face. The punch I had packed had caused his nose to bleed, and there were smudged blood marks on the top of his lip which he was wiping away with the back of his hand.

“We haven’t spoken in a month and this is how you greet me?” Drake jokes, gesturing his hand towards his face.

“Well it would have been a hug and maybe some flowers but the fact you are such a massive asshole sort of gave me one option.” I retort without a hesitation.

He takes the hand away from his nose and looks at the blood.

“A bit extreme.” He mutters, gesturing his head to the blood on his hand. He walks over to the dresser and takes a tissue out of the box. As he begins to wipe his bleeding nose, I ignore the comment I want to make about why a teenage boy needs a whole box of tissues in his room.

Not here for masturbation jokes Mia…

“I don’t think a punch to the face is quite that extreme is it John Dillinger?” I ask sarcastically. He doesn’t miss a beat.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Mia.” He lies so fluently I’m almost shocked. He said it like he had rehearsed it.

“Well let me refresh your memory…” I begin, my voice so bitter it would make a lemon taste like a slice of bread “…Earlier today I was at the bank as some retarded McDonalds worker wouldn’t let me pay for my Nuggets. Whilst I was at the bank in come four masked men with big guns claiming that we were now in the middle of a bank robbery. Whilst this robbery took place, my phone happened to go off and it caught the attention of one robber. This robber by the way was your build, your height and even had your eyes; just want to point that out. Anyway, he began to talk to me, his voice was also identical to yours by the way, and he seemed very familiar with me. He was talking to me like we were old friends. Then I made some sexual joke which he found very amusing and he gave me a cheeky little smirk.”

I finish up my tale, my voice dripping with sarcasm as I take a step forward and start wagging my finger like I’m a teacher telling my students a story “And that is what made all the little pieces fall in place for me, as soon as he smirked I knew straight away that the man who was currently holding me hostage with a 9mm was actually the boy I had known since I was 4 years old. Same boy who lived in my house for I don’t know how many years and used to use my bra’s as water balloon slingshots.”

Throughout my whole story his face was impassive, just as it was now I finished up.

He shrugged “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I shoved him hard, my hands slapping his chest multiple times as I got about 10% of my anger out.

“You lying piece of shit!” I yelled as I continued to slap him. He used his arms to cover his face “I would recognise that arrogant smart ass smirk anywhere so stop bullshitting me!”

His arms suddenly managed to grab my wrists and he held me in place. I was breathing heavily as I looked up at his looming figure.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He repeated again like a robot, only this time a little slower.

I immediately went to slap him again and free my wrists, but his hands were deadlocked around them so I had no hope.

I was breathing through my nose as I tried hard to calm down because I was seriously debating if I could make a headbutt from the distance we were from each other.

“You know how I know you’re lying?” I finally decided to ask, realising we were close right now but he was too tall to headbutt from this distance and have nose breaking effect. If I did something I wanted to do it right.

“How?” he asked, almost amused.

“Because you didn't even asked me why I greeted you with a punch.” I answered. He didn’t reply and I could see from his face he knew I had him. I smiled smugly up at him “Tell me again how you don’t know what I’m talking about.”

He remained silent, thinking something through and looking me dead in the eye.

“If I let go of your wrists, are you going to be calm or go bitch crazy again?” he asks.

“Depends if you keep lying to me.” I reply without a hesitation, and again he is silent as he looks down on me. Suddenly, I feel his grip slowly loosen from my hand as he lets go.

The room is silent as I wait for him to explain, of course Drake being Drake, it was never just a straight forward explanation. We had to play the ‘how long can I dodge the question’ game first.

“Why were you are the bank anyway and not at school?” he asks me.

I look at him like he’s stupid “Really?  We’re going to discuss my truancy instead of the armed robbery?” I ask him patronisingly, and his silence tells me that was in fact what we were going to do. “I ate some of my brother’s chicken and spent the majority of my day with my head in the toilet. Your turn, why were you at the bank with a gun?”

Drake let out a laugh “You should know better by now than to eat the food that kid cooks.”

I glare at him as he continues to shake his head and chuckle at my brother’s poor cooking skills. I flew forward again and began my ‘bitch crazy’ frenzy as he put it and hit his chest a couple of times.

“Stop avoiding the question you giant dildo!” I scream at him, actually slightly amazed at just how angry I was. To add to my rage, my violent outburst didn’t stop his laughter, it encouraged it.

“Chill out!” he chuckled as he held his hands up in defence “And did you just call me a dildo?”

I was breathing through my nose by this point “Drake, answer my question.”

He breathed a couple more laughs before he sighed and looked at me with a boyish smile.

“Yes, that was me in the bank.” He finally admitted; even know we both knew it anyway.

“What the hell were you thinking?” I asked him, trying to figure out why he was such an idiot.

He let out another breath and scratched the back of his neck as he prepared to talk “It was a job.”

I furrowed my brows in confusion, waiting for him to continue. He didn’t keep talking, and I realised in his books that was a reasonable explanation.

“A job?” I repeat, disbelief in my voice “What jobcentre did you go to that would deploy you as a freaking armed robber?”

He flinched “Can you keep your voice down; my mum already thinks I'm a high class criminal.” I didn’t really realise I was screaming to be perfectly honest.

“And she would be completely out of line to think that.” I comment sarcastically, and he actually lets out a quick laugh before shrugging as if to say ‘fair point.’

“Look it was a one off job and they just needed an extra man, it’s no big deal.” Drake explains, dismissing it like he genuinely believed it was no big deal he just robbed a bank with a freaking automatic.

“No big deal?” I repeat, the words coming out of my mouth slowly “So when the police figure out it was you and lock you back up for the next couple of years, that’s no big deal?”

“They’re not going to find out.”

“How can you be so sure?” I ask him, and he suddenly looks at me with an icy expression.

“Is this what this visit is about then?” he asks, and I look at him confused “You’re going to rat me to the police?”

My eyes widen and my jaw falls open at his words, before I find my anger resurfacing. Only this time, it’s resurfacing like a tsunami and let me warn you, the wave was so freaking big I was going to take out multiple towns.

I pull my arm back, ready to clock him another one straight in the face. This time however he was a little quicker because before it connected he dodged the punch. His hand grabbed my wrist and in one quick movement he pulled it behind my back, pulling me towards him until my body was pressed up against his, leaving me totally immobile because he basically had me pinned to him.

“Stop trying to hit me.” He orders, his voice low and I could tell he was pissed.

“You arrogant son of a bitch!” I screamed in his face. He stared back at me with a face like stone “You think I of all people would do that? You think I would ever do something like that to you, you obnoxious bastard!”

“Well why else would you be here Mia?” he demands to know, his face so close our noses were almost touching.

“Because I actually care about you, you fucking asshole!” I bellow. His face gives nothing away as he stares back at me with a deadpan expression “I came here because I don’t want you to do this shit. I don’t want you to throw your whole life away. I came here to try and help you because for some reason, I actually give a shit about you!”

I feel the grip on my wrist tighten slightly as he hears my words, his jaw muscles flexing and his eyes never leave mine.

Suddenly, the hand that is holding my wrist behind my back lets go, and I feel his hand slip into mine. He pulls my hand between us, his eyes looking at them as his fingers play with mine.

I’m still breathing heavily from the outburst, but I find myself staring at this little action like I'm in a trance. I bring my eyes to his face, and I actually feel my stomach knot as I see his expression. He looked so sad. He closed his eyes and took in a long breath. Suddenly, as his eyes opened I instantly saw the wall back up.

He brought my hand up to his mouth and placed his lips on it, leaving them there for a few seconds too long before he suddenly let go of my hand and looked at my face.

“Go home Mia.” His voice is cold, and I could tell he was done for the night.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t.

“Go home? After everything I just said you’re going to tell me to go home?” I ask in disbelief, not quite through with this little confrontation.

“Yes. Go home.” He repeated, turning his back and going to his dresser to pick up his phone.

“I’m not going anywhere, you still haven’t told me shit about what you were thinking today. In fact you haven’t told me shit about anything. I mean, who was that little prick earlier?” I suddenly remember Toby, my bestest friend in the whole wide world.

“Colleague.” He simply replied, and I let out a humourless laugh.

“He was the skinny bank robber today then? Nice to know you get along with the people you work with.” I comment sourly, and I realise he’s still not facing me.

I walk forward and grab his arm, intending to turn him around “Drake don’t turn your back to me we aren’t done-“

He moved so fast I had no idea what happened until I had my back pressed up against the wall, Drake’s hand slammed against the wall on the side of my head actually making me jump and his face was inches away from mine. I know what you’re thinking, this was sexual. After all this arguing we were going to let off some steam by violating each other aggressively in every position known to man.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t looking at me with lustful eyes right now. He was looking at me with a face like thunder, his jaw clenching so hard his muscles were almost popping out of his face, and the force in which his hand hit the wall made me wonder if there was a hole in it right now.

I hated myself for it, but I remained silent. The look he was giving me right now actually made me speechless.

“Go. Home. Mia.” Drake demanded, his voice low and each word came out through gritted teeth.

My mouth was slightly parted and I actually felt myself shivering slightly at his tone. He scared me right now. I had seen Drake like this, but I have never seen him like this towards me.

He must have seen the fear in my eyes, because I saw him close his eyes for a brief second and sigh, before he opened them and looked at me. The hand that wasn’t next to my head suddenly was at my face, his

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