Sorry, the update took me a few days, but I'm just too sleepy lately, nothing a few pills can't help. But I often thought about poor Evan and was wondering what is happening to him... I hope you do too and we just go a little while longer with him.

The pain didn't stop, Evan tried to get up and get some painkillers. It was already hard to get on his feet at all, but then he didn't come far. His world was spinning and he had to concentrate very hard to move his feet. One step, he sighed. Two steps, he was swaying. Three steps, the feeling in his legs was gone. The pain got worse before he hit the floor, but was unbearable once he was lying on his side. He tried not to scream, afraid his brother was somehow still in or near the house. A silly thought, but Evan wasn't ready to take the risk. Anyway, he couldn't hold the scream inside, when his whole body began to convulse. His scream was loud and tears were filling his eyes. Evan thought the pain would never stop, but after a few minutes everything went black.

He wasn't out for long. There was still too much pain to even think about moving. Tears were coming back. He felt helpless. Great, Evan! You sent your brother to the snakes home and now you're lying on the floor and can't move. Oh, and just to prove how right your brother is – you're to stupid to carry the phone with you. He sighed and hoped that his brother would either come back soon for whatever reason or that he managed to get back to the couch before Hank would be there in the morning. One can always have hope. He knew very well how pissed his brother would be, if he'd found him on the floor like this.

His eyes were closed, his head resting on his hands. He was drifting, but before he could fall deep enough to have dreams, he heard a noise. A little disorientated, he had a hard time to find out what he was hearing. Only few seconds later the noise came back. It was one of the voices he had heard before. He couldn't tell how late it was and he knew better, but still asked hoping and scared at the same time: "Hank?" He waited. "Hank, are you back?"

He couldn't see anyone, but felt that someone was watching him. "Hello?"

For a moment he thought there would still be no response. Then he heard the voice again: "You'll pay for what you did!"

"Where are you? WHO are you?"

"What does it matter? I'm here to let you pay!"

"I don't understand... I have some money in my wallet. Take it and go, please! If it's not enough, I can go online and..."

"Don't want your money. I want you to suffer!"

"Why?"

No reply, but a strange feeling. He suddenly knew that someone was standing behind him. He tried to get on his knees to crawl away from the person. But he didn't come far. His eyes looked at some black shoes. He tried to look up and see the man those shoes belonged to. Strong hands on his ankles pulled him back. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get away from the attacker. A new level of pain went through his body, making him cry out.

"You're such baby. And we haven't started, yet." The two men laughed.

The man, that had pulled him away earlier, turned him around now and pulled him up to his feet. Evan tried to get away. Before he could see it, a fist hit him in the stomach. It hurt so bad, that he knew there was more than just the fist. He bent over.

There was not time to recover. The two man grabbed him under his arms and threw him back to the wall. One held him, obviously more to keep him on his feet than to make sure he wouldn't run away. The second one hit him several times in the stomach, in his ribs, on his chest and so on. He was close to pass out, but they wouldn't let him. They held something under his nose.

"We're having fun! And you're our toy, loser!" The men turned him around, he put his head on the wall. Hank, please help me!

The next pain came as a surprise. He screamed and didn't stop, because they hit him again and again. A whip! His legs failed him and he got down on his knees. They pulled him around again and brought him to his small desk. He could see the notebook-bag. He didn't know why, but he felt more panic coming. "No, no!"

"You're nothing! The world will be better without you! You're brother will be happier and free as soon as you're gone." The man got a syringe and a vial out of the bag and put it in Evans hand. "Do it!"

"Why?" The youngest Lawson cried. "Please, just let me go!"

"Do it! You're a loser and this is all you're good for!"

Evan hesitated. The other man cracked the whip. Evan knew he had no choice. He filled the syringe with the liquid from the vial. He held the syringe to his arm, but the other man grabbed his wrist. "No! Your chest."

"What?"

The man grabbed his hand, squeezed it and pushed it to his chest (maybe his heart?) and the needle went under the skin. He ordered Evan to do the rest. The liquid was gone and Evan felt the needle leaving his body. It didn't take long. He felt dizzy and his vision became blurred. He tried to crawl away from the men. Already too confused to wonder why they didn't try to stop him. He somehow made it to the couch, finding his phone on the table. But he didn't get to dial.

"Nah, you don't want to do that, do you?"

"Wanna call..."

"Think about it again." The man knelt down beside him. His hands touched Evans cheek and his hair. "Just take a few deep breaths. Let the drug work."

Evan wasn't able to think anymore, he tried to say something, but couldn't. He did what he was told and he got even more confused. No thought could form. His mind seemed to be blank. He felt the man's finger touching him. That made him shiver and he had a last clear moment and tried to get the phone. The man smiled and gave it to him. "Here it is, but you won't call your brother or anyone at all. You're just doing what we want from you." Evan tried to shut the man's voice out. "There is nothing you can do. By now you're too out of it to use the phone. All there is on your mind is – nothing! I guess you don't even know, if you're awake. You're not aware what is happening to you! You feel like the nothing you are!"

Evan let the phone fall. The man was right. He forgot everything, he even smiled while his mind yelled at him to no let go. But it was only for a few seconds. His mind stopped yelling and all that was left was emptiness. When someone gave him a pill and some water to swallow it, he didn't try to fight. He took it and didn't know it. His mind and his body were so separated that he didn't realize that he was brought to his room and what happened there.

Soon the men left. His phone rang. But he just cried and laughed in a crazy way. Babbling to himself. Nobody would have understood it anyway. There were no words, only noises. Wherever Evan's mind was... it certainly was not with him.

I think it's time for Eddie to show up soon, what do you think? Maybe Hank should focus much more on his brother? Will Emily help Evan somehow? Or is Evan going to end up alone in a mental home?