Alright you sweet people!
A few readers requested me to complete Day 3 of Wills' ordeal. And then there was @topper who had demanded that. 😅
So here it is.

I had to insert this chapter in the middle and the whole sequence had to be changed.
So votes and comments are must!
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Just kidding
(or may be not)

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Thank god for that milk and egg shake!
Having something in my stomach to churn, I ran to Interrogation Hall which had become Nick's temporary residence.

The relief I got after writing those words down was unexplainable.
Nick also must have felt accomplished since only after that he decided to get fresh air I so badly needed last night.

I prefer to take physical strain over mental one any day. That thing sucks.
But you know what sucks more?
Having a brother and father who mind fuck the hell out of you. Nicely.

These past two days I'd only pray one thing with both - stay on physicals. Because I know how far can they drag someone just to break him.

I have experienced father's brain screwing techniques quite a lot of times, and seen Nick doing similar to the boys but never have I been on this end with him.
This was truly an experience of life time.

Ethan being scared of Nick more than me had just made me jealous till this ordeal. I now respect the boy's courage to judge correct and face me head on and stepping back with this Rascal.
Fucker faced him better than me.

I just hope Nick is in the same mood as I had left him this morning.

I'm tired, sleepless and out of my mind. I can't bear to face him if he's back in 'Mind Fuck' mode.

"Major Wills reporting, Coach,"
I said without knocking on the door.

"Get in."
He said in a good mood.
Thank my stars!

I went and stood in front of him while he sat on the centre seat again.
What is he upto now?

"I told dad that you wrote it down."
Nick said.

"And..?"
I insisted on completing the statement because I was getting restless.

"And he was not happy."

Damnit this is exactly why I was getting restless.

"What has he ordered for me, then?"
"Not you. Me."

There it is.
Another of father's mind games.

"What did he say, Coach?"
My heartbeats were on a rise again.

"Said if I can't complete the task given to me, he can always put me on the receiving end and teach me how to give."

Shit.
I can't let that happen.
But I can't do what he wants, either.

God why?
Why is it so costly to put someone else before me?

"I know you're not going to budge anymore."
Nick said cutting some of my plight.

"I'm sorry, Coach?"
I needed to make sure we're on the same line.

"I know you won't agree to me more than what you already have written. I know when time comes, you'll consider those words, might try to follow too, but in the end, you'll do whatever you have decided. So there's no point screwing you more for something I know you won't change. That's not me."
He said looking into my eyes.

"Thank you. THANK You! You have no idea how big of a burden you took off from my head."
I meant it.
Him understanding me without having to say it out - it was what I needed.

"But you lied to me. And kept secrets from me - specially the ones you could have told me."
He was starting to get angry again, and now I got worried.

"I've given you all the reasons for hiding whatever I did."
I said innocently.

"I don't give a shit. You lied. I never expected you to. Whatever Dad orders you is a different thing. What we have between us is different. You just can't turn blind to the latter because of the former. I'm hurt and you knew I will be, still you did it."
His anger was absolutely justified and there was no explanation to what he just said.

Yes our bond has always stayed unaffected by anything - specially father's orders and rules. He can tell me or him to stay apart and live like strangers. We would do it but the moment we meet, we'd behave like the old crazy siblings. We would not feel bad. That's the kind of bonding we two have, rather always had. And I just brought a huge kink to this bond and hurt him, so much that he said it out himself.

"You are right. I should have thought about this. You have all the right to be angry at me."
I said looking at him.

"Apologise."
He ordered coarsely and I kind of smiled. Coach Carter is back.

I dropped on the floor and started pushing.
Completing twenty, I said "I'm sorry."

Instead of saying "up" he said "again".
He got up and started circling around me.

Completing another twenty, I apologise with my dying shoulders.
"Again" came the reply and I got on the job 'again' and 'again'

When his seventh 'again' was passed, my arms started shaking.
"Nick I won't be able to apologise anymore. Take it or change the mode."
I said gritting my teeth.

"That's not the right way. Turn around. Name crunches."

Ah hell my abs will curse his name.

48 crunches for N-I-C-K and I was weeping.

"Wrong. Name squats."
What?!
My fried abs earned nothing?

I got up thinking what I did wrong.
May be you didn't do his complete name.

Is it? He wants me to list his surname too?
You forgot all your seniors? Didn't they make you count out their complete names?

Well, they did. But we rarely use our last name. It's safe to just keep running with first name. Even in my and Nick's documents, the letter has worked perfectly fine.

I started all over and this time I covered both.
'A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N.'
'A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, I.'
'A, B, C.'
'A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, I, K.'

'A, B, C, D.'
'A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, I, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, I, V, W.'
'A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, I.'
'A, B, C, D, E, F, G.'
'A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H.'
'A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, I, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T.'

Sometimes I feel pity for those few juniors who were made to do full Name Pushups.
Dwight is a cursingly long last name. You'll keep waiting for it to get over.

My thighs were done for. But the look on Nick's face showed no pity.
Somehow I knew I haven't done it right again.

"Wrong. Name Burpees."
What the heck!

"What exactly do you want me to name, Coach!"
I asked irritated.
He lifted one eyebrow and looked at me as if I just answered my own question.

Damn.
He's still on no name policy.
I understood what he wanted.

"Coach."
I repeated and got on my job to do name Burpees for 'COACH'.
This guy is such an annoying pain in the ass, I can't even explain.

Finishing that, I stayed on the ground.
Back to back crunches, pushups, squats, burpees - I'm not missing much of my morning PT.

"Your ordeal is still not over, so we aren't done yet. Keep that in your mind."
He hovered over me.

"Yes Coach."
"You're taught better than that. Don't make me remind you."
Fuck you, Nick!

I got up, stood straight and repeated "Yes Coach."
Only then he hummed a 'better'.

"So you still want to be a hero?"
He asked uninterested.

I stood quiet for a few seconds understanding why he would ask that.

"Just want to know your answer when Dad asks you the same question. Your answer will reflect how much efforts I've put in to wash your mind."
He said in same tone.

"Please don't play with my mind, Coach. I don't want to be a hero. Not now, not ever."
I said what he wanted to hear.

"Good to know that."
He said scoffing.

"No mind games?"
He asked suddenly getting interested.

"Not at all. Coach."
I almost missed the salutation.

"Sure? I don't think you are in a state to do much physical."
"I'll give my best. But not my brain. It's about to pop off. And one session with him is still remaining."
I almost pleaded.

That devil laughed.
"You can't face either from either of us. Admit it."
"I can't admit that. I'll be killed if I do. If not by him, then by my own guilt."
I said more to myself.

"Alright then we'll turn your first wish true."
He said showing me some mercy.

"It's hot in here. Run along the walls and produce some wind for me while I take a nap. Hope that I'm asleep for a long time. I haven't met any cadet for long and I really am in a good mood."
He said and kept his head down on the table in front of him.

I gulped as I made sense of what he said.

"I can't feel any wind."
Nick's muffled voice reached my ears and I started running.
Everytime I cross him close enough, I'd increase my speed so that atleast for a few moments, his order is obeyed.

Fucker.

He slept for good time while I sweat out.
Waking up he jerked his neck and stretched his fingers.
I stopped when he snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor in front of him.

I was about to drop there when he said "Defence."

I looked at him and his fist came flying towards my nose.
As a reflex, I dodged and turned to one side.

What?
He wants to fight now?

"Just brushing up my own fighting. Long time since I punched. You mind being my punching bag?"
He asked smirking like the devil he is.

"Not at all."
I laughed in response and got ready to take his hits.
Coach Nick, in full form, gents.

Saying I was sleepless, hungry and a walking zombie did not excuse me from my performance that my trainers would call pathetic. According to them, even if I'm five litres alcohol down, I should defend all the hits directed at me. Sounds impossible to you? Sounds funny to me. But they said and who am I to say that no human can do that?

But this?
This was inexcusable.
I've got nice hot punches from Nick on my face, guts and flanks.

Nick is not a badass fighter.
But he's a bitch when he is angry and irritated.
I did what was ordered to me - defend. For first ten minutes, he couldn't reach anywhere near me, because my defence is as good as those barbed wires around the academy. Unbreakable. Atleast for my brother who is not a Class - I himself.

But those ten minutes made him boil in frustration. Senior instructor not being able to place a single punch in ten minutes?
'Pathetic' I could read the expression in his eyes.

I thought what if I let him hit me once or twice?
Stupid enough for me to think that and follow through.

His first punch almost broke my nose and his words 'Sympathy will help none of us, so shove it up your ass. Guards up."

Darn he read it.
And that was a blow to his ego.
Man I was wrong. My brother can fight alright.

He might have dug a tunnel under the barbed wires because he was hitting me everywhere and my two hands were barely enough to cover myself completely.
Yes, pathetic me.

For almost an hour we played this game of cat and mouse.
"Offense."
He ordered and it was my turn to jerk my neck muscles.
Finally something that I don't have to think so much about.

This ordeal seems like a good opportunity to find new sparring partner.

"With this."
He took a cane from the wall and pushed it between my thighs.

Barely inches below my balls I inhaled sharply and exhaled when I was sure he's not going to hit me.
I looked up at him with 'What the Fuck is this' look.

"That cane falls and you drop and give fifty."

What shit man!
I can't move even a little with that thing there.

"Nick I-"
Before I could realise I committed the same mistake, may be, fiftieth time, he kicked on the cane that slipped behind and fell with a musical thud.

I don't like this.
I don't like it a bit.

Without speaking a single word, I dropped and counted fifty, picked the cane up and placed it right back.
Then I brought my hands up in the fighting stance.

"Wrong choice."
He said and did the same thing. AGAIN!

Wrong choice of posture.
You could have said that BEFORE kicking my cane!

I did the whole sequence and this time I stood with one hand near my face and one covering my thighs.
It felt as disgusting as it sounds.
But fight is fight. Dirty, unfair, at times embarrassing.

His only job was to work me up by targeting my upper body and one flick was all it took to make me drop and push.

This was something new. Challenging. I hated it as much as I liked it.
Why didn't my instructors come up with such things. Well thank god they didn't.

Fighting and pushing for another hour, he decided that we need to hydrate ourselves.
I can't tell how holy the water felt to my throat.

Rejuvenated, he was back on my ass and rode me again for next few hours.

Finally when he had enough, he left for his room to take a shower and come back while I stood upside down and went over the past two and half days all over again.

Passing each second felt like a job in itself now. Next session with father seemed longer than the previous two.

He came back and I was back to my feet.

"Nick..."
I said cautiously, knowing that this single word can either send me to hell, or get me some relief.

He raised his eyebrows at the word.
"We're done right?" I gave an explanation for the stunt I just pulled off.

He looked at his watch and said "Still an hour to go."

"You owe me that." I said using the only chance I had.

"Owe you? How?"
He asked me amused.

"The forty minutes I waited for you with Boss. You owe me that. Twenty can be tax."
I said calmly, with barely any energy left.

He thought about it for a minute. Great. That means good news.

"Hmm. We never equalled it. Fine. But only 40. I don't do taxes."
That's also enough! More than enough in fact!

He pointed towards a corner, and my heart sunk a little. But nevertheless, I'm getting some rest, and that's all I want right now.

Pushing my luck a little far, I asked "Can I get-"
But before I could ask for a floor, his answer shut me down.

"Don't lose the two walls that I'm granting you. You will not like standing motionless for forty minutes straight." he said cruelly.

"Yes coach."
I turned around to walk towards the corner he pointed.

So sweet of him to choose a dark and silent part of the hall. I leaned with my back against one wall and my toes touching the other one.
Getting the balance I needed, I closed my eyes and drifted into the nap that my body was begging for.

Yes I slept off while standing. And yes it's possible. I've done it quite often in my training days. But I learnt the correct way in past few years. And now, even ten minutes of sleeping while leaning against a wall makes up for a day of nice screwing.

I needed this because I know my last session is going to be brutal.
Father has been trying to bring out a lot of topics, but hasn't talked about any yet.
And I have no doubt that today I'll be paying for those crimes dearly. So I have to be prepared. This nap won't bring much relief to my sore and tired body, but it will help me from cutting a sorry figure too early.

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Do you like this Coach Carter?
Where are all my Nicky fans?

Well I like him in this beast mode, but only with cadets. Not with Killer. What do you guys think?

Vote and comment and celebrate the ordeal's ending.
😌 Wills can breathe now.
Or can he?