Glazed Part Thirty

Hi everyone! :)

I'm finally getting this post up! I drew the picture for this a week or two ago, but never posted the next part. XD

 

Emma waited for a second more before hurrying to catch up with her companions. She couldn't see them ahead and soon she came to a fork in the road.

 

“Huh?” she whispered. “Wes? McGlaze? Crumbles?”

 

There was no response.

 

“Oh great,” Emma muttered to herself as she walked down the left path, hoping she was going the right way.

 

“Guys?” she cried. She stared far out in front of her and strained to see them. Sprinkles lay thick on the ground, and Emma soon was pushing through such thick sprinkles that they came up to her hips.

 

“GUYS?” she screamed and stopped. Just now, logic was coming into her head. If they had gone before her, they would have left a trail through the sprinkles. She sighed, took a step back, and struggled to get herself out from the stickiness.

 

She glanced around her. The edge of the trail was a foot or two away, and she peeked to look below it. Emma staggered back when she saw how far the drop went down a cliff. She hadn't noticed she had gone uphill. Shuddering, she shook her other leg out, a bit more violently this time. Emma jumped once more to completely free herself, and she looked at the trail she had already walked. 

 

What if they would just leave her behind? What if they would forget about her? How would she find Jaclynn?

 

“Wes?” she shouted again as she retraced her steps. “Wes!”

 

“Emma? Did you go down the wrong trail?” She heard a faint call.

 

“OH! WES!” Emma shouted and hurried down the trail, relieved. The ground became more uneven, and the trail grew skinny.

 

“There you are!” Wes said, coming into view. Crumbles and Fred trailed behind him. Emma smiled and rushed to them.

 

“I guess I took the wrong tur-” Emma took a step, but, realizing too late, she stepped on a loose rock that slid off the cliff. Emma screamed, lost balance, and toppled off the edge. She flailed her arms and her fingers connected around a large oddly shaped sprinkle that emerged from the side of the cliff.

 





 

“Wes! Help!” Emma called out, her voice, arms, and everything inside her shaking. She knew she shouldn't look behind her, but she couldn't help herself. Automatically she regretted it and tried- and failed- to calm her pounding heart. “Wes!” She gazed up to the edge and she saw Wes's mop of dark brown hair peek over the edge and then his concerned face.

 

“Emma! Hold on,” he yelled. His head disappeared and with it Emma's relief. She could only nod her head and continue to hang helplessly. The gloves she wore had little grip, and she felt her fingers start to slip off the sprinkle. Her shoulders ached from holding on, and she gritted her teeth.

 

“Please, hurry,” Emma grunted.

 

“There you go,” Wes yelled, and a rope sailed down to her, hitting her in the face. She yanked her face away from it and swung one of her hands around it, then the other.

 

“I've got it!” she hollered. The rope inched upward. She gripped the edge with one hand, arms shaking. Wes grabbed her other arm. She scrambled up and pushed herself away from the edge.

 

She put her head in her hands, whole body trembling with disbelief. “Thank you.” Emma breathed a sigh and looked at Wes.

 

“You're welcome, I'm glad you're okay,” he replied with a genuine smile and stuffed the rope back into the bag of supplies. Emma looked away as his brown eyes met hers. He shifted his gaze to the floor as well.

 

Did his face turn a shade deeper? she wondered.

“Back to the trail then!” Emma exclaimed louder than she had wanted it to be. Leaving he walked back to the fork in the road. And staying far from the edge as possible, they neared Jaclynn with every step.