Drake saw his house up ahead and limped up to the front door. He bit his lip and slowly opened the door and stepped inside. He slowly started up the stairs, only to turn around hearing something behind him. His foster mom was standing right behind him, holding a hot spatula. He opened his mouth to speak but before he could, she slapped him with the spatula and kicked him in the stomach. She huffed and stomped back down the stairs.
Drake groaned and started crawling up the stairs, a red mark forming on his cheek.
Drake groaned and started crawling up the stairs, a red mark forming on his cheek.



