The outsiders

Damanged

Bree's POV
I sobbed into his chest. His arms wrapped around me, wincing slightly.

"Hey Darlin." He whispered into my hair.

"Soda." I sobbed into his neck.
"Shhh darlin it's alright, I'm okay, we need to get a plan to leave. " he said calmly brushing his fingers across my cheek.

I nod slowly as I whisper in his ear "Act dead." He did to absolute perfection. I put on the tears and waited for the news to get back to Bob.

As soon as he came in there I waited until he was completely off guard and went to examine his body. I grabbed the back of his neck and pressed hard into the pressure points and pushed his face into my knee until he was out cold.

Sylvia ran away after seeing me knock out Bob. I patched all the boys up quickly and we all headed home.

That night, Soda was up and down with nightmares, he would have sudden screaming fits and would throw his body off the bed, it's a wonder he didn't kill himself.

"Baby? Come on wake up." I said shaking him.

"No no no not Bree no please." He screamed into the air.

I kissed him.

His eyes popped open, frantic and afraid.

"Bree?" He asked and I just hugged him.

He burried his head in my neck and sobbed quietly.

Now only one question mattered: where was Sandy?