I realize I haven't seen Diane leave the kitchen in over an hour so I go to check on her. I see Brian and suddenly I feel a stinging sensation in my neck and I'm passed out cold.
Soda's POV
I walk into the kitchen and see Bree passed out on the floor, I freak out because I don't know CPR or anything like that. I bend down beside her and see she is still breathing, I breath a sigh of relief. Suddenly I see Brian.
"Hey, can you help me? Bree must have hit her head or something."
I see him reach for something in his pocket, all I see is a flash of silver and I fall to the floor.Bree's POV
I wake up and I'm chained in the floor and soda's right beside me. Bob is standing over us and honestly I'm scared, and I don't scare too easily.
"Soda?" I call.
"Y-yeah baby?"He murmurs feeling at his head.
"You alright?" I ask, looking at him.
A whip cracked down on sodas back, blood went everywhere. Soda screamed.
He went to do it again and I put arm in front of him, the whip snapped around my wrist. Blood dripped down my wrist and it hurt, but nothing could touch the pain I felt when I looked at soda. His eyes were stormy blue, unshed tears glassed them over. Blood dripped onto the cold grey concrete, soda looked away as tears began to fall. Little did we know there was many more tears to fall. The worst was what happened next.
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FanfictionAn outsiders fanfiction What do you do when you wake up in 1966 in Oklahoma? You hang with the greasers of corse!!