Guys, Where's Wesley? (Emblem3 Fan-Fic) COMPLETE!

CHAPTER 18: The Middle

Drew licked his lips out of nerve. The men turn Wes around so they were all facing the back wall now. Wesley’s head was slouched as though he would collapse at any moment. In fact, that’s exactly how he felt. His vision was blurred and had tunnel vision. He was practically gripping the men holding him up for support rather than defense. He tried to think of what was about to happen, all the possibilities. The worst that came to mind was death at the hand of Drew but he knew Drew wouldn’t do that. So, he just waited in anticipation. He could feel the hairs on his neck stand up and goosebumps on his arms but he didn’t care. He wanted to get it over with. That’s something Drew could agree with.

Drew turned to Jason, about to ask him what was going on when Jason place a long leather belt in his hand. Drew looked at it with confusion before looking back at Jason. Jason, meanwhile, was beaming like a child on Christmas. His eyes with wide with excitement and he was practically giddy. “Hit him.”

“What?!” Drew got out. He didn’t know what to expect when he said he would do it but he didn’t think this was it.

“Hit. Him.” He said, more forcefully, dropping his smile and stepping closer so that their noses were almost touching.

“Al…alright, just wanted to make sure I was doing it right,” Drew stuttered, trying to make a little laugh come out.

He stepped up behind Wesley, his whole body shaking. He tried not to make it visible but didn’t know how well that was turning out. He gripped the belt so hard, his knuckles were white. Again, he licked his lips.

“Do it!” Jason yelled so loud it echoed.

Drew nodded, squeezed his eyes shut tightly, and went. Before it could hit Wes though, he hesitated. The hesitation threw his aim off and he hit one of the guys holding Wes.

“Ow!...Hey!” the guy screamed, dropping his side of Wes and stomping towards Drew.

Drew threw his hands up and sped backwards away from the massive figure. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. New to this, I got it now though, I see.” He nodded quickly as he talked rapidly.

Jason put his arm up and looked at the masked man. There was no talking between the two but the man turned and regrabbed Wes, who was currently slumped against the other man. Jason nodded to Drew who retook his position. Just do it, get it over with, he thought. He stepped back and whipped his arm forward, hitting Wes straight between the shoulder blades. Wes screamed in agony, lurching forward and arching his back.

Drew waited for the men to fix Wes and whacked again, which ended with Wes moving the same way. When he went again, he did it three times quickly. His heart was pounding so loud and he felt like his head was about to explode. He didn’t go again but instead turned to Jason and handed him back the belt. “Thanks,” he said breathless. He walked around the cell, standing straight and intertwining his hands around his head. He wanted to cry so he took deep breathes to distract himself. He felt like he was on the verge of hyperventilating but he didn’t care.

The guys dropped Wes who first fell to his knees and then fell forward to his stomach. He squeezed his shut to try and stop the tears already flowing. He dug his forward into the ground and gripped his fists tightly so that his nails dug into his palms. Anything to tear his pain from the stringing of his back.

Drew looked down at his defeated friend, sick to his stomach. The red slashes on his back were only looking worse as time went on. He froze before turning, rushing to a corner. He then let out all the contents of his stomach. He got up and looked to Jason, who was beaming again.

Slowly, he began to clap. “That was great, Drew. Truly a wonderful show except it was just that, a show. Has anyone ever told you, you were a horrible actor?”