Drakes POV

“What the hell is wrong with you, Drake, why would you come to my house without calling me first, are you fucking insane?” she screamed at me nervously, her eyes filled with punished tears. I would have ignored her teary eyes, I may have looked past her rudeness and her nasty words, but how on earth do I ignore the stench of blood that oozes from her body, how do I even ignore the bruises on her face and her body?

She looks worn and weary. It’s easy to tell that she is passing through a lot of stress and agony. But that is not even the main...