Chapter 8

                                    

                                          
Authors Note: Hello, it took me forever to finally sit down and write again so I decided y'all deserve to get the rest of the story instead of making you wait for another chapter. 
I hope you guys enjoy the finale. 
P.S I highly recommend listening to the saddest songs on your playlist while reading. 
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"I love you," you whispered, hesitant fingers reaching out to meet the blonde's temple, softly tracing along his tattoo.
You had gotten up early to get ready and head out to see your father when your eyes landed on a peacefully sleeping Draken. Before you could stop yourself, you were on your knees, arms folded on the edge of his bed with your chin resting on them, admiring the soft breaths that left the man's parted lips and the long dark lashes that fluttered now and then.
Draken hummed as you gently traced his tattoo, a small smile pulling at the corners of your lips while your fingers slowly made their way to his cheek, your greedy palm resting there as your thumb left soothing strokes on his soft skin. You found your head tilting to the side, your cheek resting on your arm, now face to face with the man who owned your whole heart.
You wondered what he would think if he heard those words leave your lips. Would he feel awkward? Especially after sleeping with you? Would he tell you he was sorry but that he could never return your feelings? Would he think your love for him is why you saved yourself and not Emma? Would he hate you? Or would he say it back in hopes that he could close his eyes and pretend you were Emma?
Who were you kidding though? You could never be her.
It was always chaos when you were around; always getting Draken and Mikey in trouble. But with Emma it was different; she was perfect. She was bright and cheery, mature yet fun and she always managed to keep the boy's out of trouble. Emma was the perfect match for Draken. Looking back on it now, Draken was always stressed out when he was with you, but it was different with Emma. With her, he was at peace; bliss and content always written on his smiling face.
But you ruined that for him. You ruined everything.
You snatched your hand away from his cheek with a frantic apology, failing to notice the frown creeping on to his face from the loss of touch, or the way he mumbled your name in his sleep as you scampered to get dressed and leave, afraid if you didn't get out of there soon, you'd have another meltdown.
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"What does he need a lawyer for?" Your father's suspicious frown had you lowering your head, letting Draken's baseball cap hide your face from his burning gaze.
"He's gotten into some deep shit and..." you fiddled with your thumbs, trying hard to find the right way to tell him everything without really telling him anything, "I don't know how much longer he can get away with it. I-I know I don't have the right to ask you for any more favours but—"
"But you're going to save his ass like you always do. I have known that kid was bad news from the beginning, constantly dragging you down with him whenever the brat got himself in trouble, " your father huffed, leaning over to place his tea cup on the coffee table.
You bit your tongue, trying hard to stop yourself from chewing him out for bad mouthing Mikey. You slowly looked up, eyes roaming the beautiful living room, landing on the picture frames on the wall, all filled with lively photos of your father and stepmother along with the twins, looking like the picture-perfect family you always wished you had.