Author's Note: I will probably take this down, but I wrote this last night. I've been obsessing over the Drew plot so I figured why not. I was hoping other people would write about it, since other people could do a better job, but here it is. Don't hate it. By the way, this is Drew's point of view.

Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi.


I felt a hard fist connect with my face. The blow was so hard that I stumbled backwards and fell to my knees. Before I could stand back up, I was kneed in the chest. I stumbled before pushing myself back onto my feet. I felt hands grab me. They held me in place. I tried to break away, but they were too strong. Another first collided with my face. I fell back and someone grabbed me. The thugs shoved me back and forth roughly. I couldn't regain my balance. I was disoriented. Suddenly, I was thrown onto the snow cover street. I could feel them kicking me, punching me. The wind whooshed out of my chest. The pain was crippling. I just wanted them to stop. I just wanted the pain to end. Then it did. All I felt was the harshly cold surface I was lying on. I realized there was blood smeared over my face. I wasn't sure if the blood was still pouring, or where it even came from in the first place. The smell was sickening.

"Please. Please don't kill me," I begged. The three enormous figures loomed over me. I moved my arms feebly to protect my face. The thugs laughed and someone pointed a gun at my head. Before I could react, the gun rang out.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I jolted in my bed. I took a few shaky breaths before I heard Adam run across the hall and into my room. Before I could look at him, my stomach heaved. I turned and violently threw up into the wastebasket I'd been keeping by the side of my bed. The sound of my choking killed the room. When I was finished, I wiped my mouth and looked up at Adam sheepishly. He was still there. He looked at me with pity.

"Nightmares?" he guessed solemnly. I nodded mutely. I'd been having nightmares every night since I was confronted by Vince's buddies. They said they would come for me when the time was right. They would find me and kill me. I didn't notice I was shaking until Adam sat next to me and put a hand on my shoulder. Tears were silently, streaming down my face. Adam shot me a pained look and gave me a hug. I didn't reject it like I normally would. Instead, I hugged him back, dragging him closer to me and clutching him with all my strength. I let the tears flow into his shoulder. Adam didn't say a single word. He just stayed with me.


Was it okay? Let me know what you think :)