Dirty Little Secrets (Emblem3 fic)

To the Moon and Back (Chapter 10)

Wesleys POV

This isn't happening. Not to my baby brother. Not to the nicest coolest kid I know. I look out at my mother who is crying harder now that's shes seen me. I look down at my hands and torso. My brothers blood is covering my hands and is on my abs and chest area of my shirt. "Keatons in surgery. They need to give him blood and repair the wound." I look up at my Mom again and I cant fight it anymore. "Im so sorry Mom." I say to her as I begin to cry. I never cry in front of the guys they would usually call my a pussy and laugh at me but this is different and I knew they knew that just as well as I did. My Mom hugged me as We both sobbed. She pulled back from me looking me up and down then in my eyes. "What happened?!"

We all explained what happened with Chelsea. My Moms hand was at her mouth the entire time. "We started the fight. It was my fault Mom, Keaton shouldn't have been there, I told him no matter what stay back, but no he was helping me and in the process some asshole stabbed him. Its my fault. This should have never happened." My Mom was letting the tears roll down her cheeks. "You should have never been there, yes, but honey its not your fault entirely. You didn't know they had weapons. Anyway that's over with we just have to pray now. You need to go clean up." I hug my Mom as Breezie made her way over to give me a hug. I walked to the bathroom to wash my hands and get the remains of my own blood off my face. I looked like shit and felt like it too. All I wanted to do was hug Keaton take him home and Me him and Chelsea watch a movie together. Chelsea! I forgot about her being here. I need to go tell her. But I cant leave my Mom and everyone plus what if something happens while Im gone.

I head back to the waiting room which is now vacant except for our crowd. I replay the day in my head and remember all the stupid mistakes I made starting with letting Chelsea go to her mothers which she never even made it too. I hold my head in my hands. Breezie and Mom go to the cafeteria with the guys to get food and coffee while I stay there just in case. My Mom kisses me on the head before she walks out. I feel someone sit next to me and I look up. Its Drew. He still hasn't washed off Keatons blood which is all over his hands and his chest area. I feel sick thinking about everything and now the tears come again. I don't want to cry with just Drew here but I cant stop it.

I feel his hand on my shoulder. "I know dude, but hey Keaton's a strong little shit. Remember when you taught him to surf?" I nod my head wondering where this is going. "He kept falling and he looked completely stupid but he never gave up, even when he face planted and got that cut on his arm. He's going to be fine man." I laugh a bit and look over at him. Drew's my best friend. He's my brother. I couldn't imagine life without him or Keaton. "Thanks man. Can you do me a favor though?" He nods. "I need you to go up to Chelsea's room and tell her what happened. I know she's probably freaking the hell out because she cant get in touch with us." He nodded. "Anything else man?" I looked over at the clock. It was already passed noon. I didn't realize time had gone by so fast. "Nah man. Thanks for everything bro." He half smiled. "I do Anything for family." And he walked out of the room.

DREWS POV

I went to the restroom and washed my hands. I wasn't sure what range of emotions I was going threw. I don't even remember how I got to Chelseas room but I know it took me awhile to remember the floor and the exact room number. I know why Wesley didn't want to leave the waiting room. He felt if he left something might happen. I get it. But I didn't want to tell Chelsea what happened. If I know her which I do she is going to blame herself for everything. Plus she wasn't my girlfriend I didn't want to comfort her. Okay that sounds bad I wanted to comfort her but it was weird to do so. I have no idea what Im trying to say. I think about it for another minute before I walk in to her room.

She was sitting there staring out the window. It had looked like she had been crying. Great. We all hated to see her cry because it tore us down. I cleared my throat. Her head turned quickly a gleam of hope in her eye. It disappeared when her eyes locked on mine. She had hoped it was Wesley. Her eyes shifted as her mouth dropped open. She had noticed my scratches on my face and my swollen eye. Her eyes began to tear as she saw some blood on the top of my ethika boxers band which was showing.