Soby: An Oath of Peace and War

54: Am I free?

Bret sat around his holding cell, struggling to find ways to escape his boredom. Skye kept crossing his mind now and then. He only wanted his freedom back. As he thought about fixing his relationships, a cop walked up to his cell, "Bret Sobehrad?"

"That's me." Bret stood up.

"You're being bailed out. You're $700 bail was paid." The officer explained.

"I'm shocked. I guess I'll find out who and why?" Bret was released from the cell.

As Bret walked to the reception area, he saw someone sitting down. The figure seemed familiar, but I was able to figure it out.

As he got closer, the figure was fully recognizable, "No fucking way."

Tuck stood up, "Bret. I can explain."

"No need, Tuck. I didn't expect you to bail me out of... well, here." Bret stood shocked with a smile.

"Ella told me not to. However, I could give two shits." Tuck smirked.

"We may have fought each other, but I'm glad you're not my enemy." Bret smiled faintly, "Ella won't be happy. I've been here a few hours, only to be bailed out. Thank you."

"You don't deserve to be jailed for what she's done to Skye. We're going to get rid of her." Tuck stuck his hand out, "Where to, Lieutenant?"

Bret shook Tuck's hand, "Campbell household. That's an order."

***

As midnight approached, the Campbell family was sound asleep in their respective rooms. Marshall tossed and turned in bed, hoping to let the day go. He doesn't know Tuck paid Bret's bail and is a free man (for now).

Brian, Marshall's dad, woke up after a PTSD episode. He walked into the kitchen and sat on one of the stools near the island. He had many thoughts about harming himself, but he never did. Showing he never wanted to destroy his family.

"I might talk to Amanda about seeing a therapist," Brian whispered. As he drank some water, he saw a red 2017 Ford Fusion stop in front of the house. Brian became cautious and stood at the front door, drawing his gun, "Show yourself!"

Bret stepped out from the car, his hands up, "Flash!"

Brian responded, "Thunder!"

"Mr. Campbell, it's me! Bret! Please... Put the gun down." Bret shook in fear of getting shot.

Brian ushered Bret into the house and sat at the kitchen island with him, "What are you doing this late at night?"

"I was... just bailed out of the police station." Bret admitted, "If you let me explain—"

"Explain yourself. NOW!" Brian roared.

Bret sighed, "Ella accused me of abusing Skye. Everyone knows I would never hurt her. Bolt even sided with her after a little argument a while back. People hate me."

Brian's mood relaxed, showing sympathy for the blonde boy, "When did this happen?"

"All in one day. Yesterday." Bret looked away; his sighs went deeper.

As the militant pair looked away from one another, Brian showed remorse and sympathy for the boy. Brian had been back for a few months from his final tour in the Middle East. Pogoren had still been burnt into the back of Bret's mind, reminding him of the trauma he caused himself. With time passing slowly, Bret began feeling tears fall down his face. Brian didn't know what to do, so he assisted Bret by giving him tissues from the kitchen.

 As the teen wiped his tears with his hands, he felt an overwhelming sensation, "What if Ella gets seen as innocent? I've got to do something about her."