I Hope You Never Sleep Again | DRAKE | (tmf/the music freaks)

i'm tired of staying awake

A/N: Hullo hullo, it's midnight and I have decided to post my fic on wattpad aswell so that more peachberry (I'm renaming drew x Jake's ship name to peachberry LOL) fans can get more content👍🏽

I originally wrote this on ao3 (archive of our own) so if you want the og authors note, a summary of each chapter and chapter 2 without a wait then you can go check that out.
Also, I will warn you that this is a really heavy/mature fic, the next chapter especially 😅 I'll be putting a TW list, but just to inform you of what your getting into ❤️❤️

(Your fate is sealed, young wanderer; Thou shall be plagued by my wrath and cursed with eternal ANGST. *dramatic music plays in the background*)

:)

The moon glimmered, its soft radiance reflecting against Drew's window. The stars were visible and they sparkled ethereally. He remembered in preschool a teacher told him each of those sparkly dots that blanketed the midnight sky were an angel—he thought it interesting. Now, as he stared upon them his heart ached, and it came to mind.

Drew couldn't breathe.

It was as if the oxygen was sucked out of him. He desperately needed to breathe, to be free, but he couldn't—

He couldn't breathe.

The stabbing feeling in his guts tore him apart. It gnawed at his fragile bones, corroding his skin.

He hated everything.

He hated his mum, He hated his dad. He hated HIM. He hated stupid zoey, and he hated every one of those fucking music freaks.

How could life just..continue? Any semblance of normality was gone.

He scoffed, the sound bitter—scraping his ears. He flinched at the spite in his voice, yet all he could think was how the world really, really hates him.
And suddenly, drew wanted to leave. To run, to escape the hell that trapped him in every corner.

Because he was shackled. Shackled down to his godawful life, and he needed to leave it, if only for a minute.

Drew moved from his bed, opening his bedroom door and tiptoeing through the corridor: making sure to be extra quiet when he passed his parents room—avoiding the creaky floorboard yet to be fixed. He wondered if he should have put on some jeans, but decided the baggy, oversized plaid pyjama bottoms and his fluffy black fleece hoodie were enough, it's not like anyone would see him. Once he was a few steps down the staircase he could hear the television, sounds of people laughing and-

Jake. He could hear Jake. He could hear Jake and Henry and liam. He could hear Zoey, he could hear lia.
He could hear himself.
He swallowed, "what the hell?" He whispered, cringing at the way his voice wavered.

He leaned over the banister, careful to not make the stairs creak beneath his weight, to see whether his parents were there. He didn't spot anyone, so he let out a shaky breath of relief and continued down the steps.

When he reached the bottom, he couldn't help but glance at the Tv and its contents—him and his friends laughing. He sucked in a breath, clenched teeth grinding against each other. Was someone watching this?

He would have to go into the living room anyways, that's where dad kept the keys. He supposed he'd find out in there.

He walked carefully over to the couch, freezing when he saw his mother curled up on it; dressed in those new extravagant pink Victoria's Secret robes.

He hated his Mother.

Drew looked away and picked up the car keys from the fruit bowl—grabbing a pack of cigarettes and a lighter—then sauntered away, out of that hell house and into his dads car: a mercedes-benz glc 63 S 4matic coupe, because his dad was dirt rich and wasted his money on fucking cars of all things.