Freakish

Chapter 29: The Plan

10-19-19
5:45pm
Krista's POV
"Liv's never going to recover from this," I say.
"Maybe, she strong willed, but this is definitely going to knock her down," Jc replies.
"I still can't believe Arian's dead," Brianna cries while leaning on Kc's shoulder.
"Me neither," Kc agrees.
"I can't believe I didn't protect her," I say.
"It's not your fault, you did everything you could, don't blame yourself," Noodle tells her.
"But what if I could've done more," I say.
"Like what?" Noodle asks.
"I don't know," I say as another tear goes down my cheek.
"She's so young, it shouldn't have happened," Brianna replies continuing crying.
"Liv shouldn't be going through this," Jc exclaims.
"Does Jackie know what happened?" Brianna asks me.
"I don't think so, Jamie hid Arian from her and Max," I answer.
"I need to go see her," She says.

10-19-19
5:47pm
Briaunna's POV
I walk into the bathroom and wipe off all my makeup and my tears. After putting my hair in a messy bun I start to walk towards the kids room. I open the door and quietly close it behind me.
"Jackie, do you know what happened?" I ask her. She's sitting on her bed, holding a Barbie doll in her hand.
"Did Arian...die?" She asks hesitantly. As I sit down next to her, I nod my head before beginning to cry. Jackie hugs me and starts crying. She's not crying as much as I thought she would, but I know she's going to be majorly effected by this.

After about 10 minutes I walk out of Jackie's room and head down to the lab. I push the door open as Emmett's sits up.

"How's Liv?" He asks as I walk over to him.
"I don't know, I haven't seen her since she ran into her room," I explain.
"I hope she's ok," He adds as I slowly pull his bandage down.
"Your bullet hole is looking better," I chuckle a little as I pull the bandage all the way off.
"Mmm," He winces.
"Sorry," I reply as I pull out a new bandage and medical tape.
"It's ok, I'm a man, I can handle it," He explains.
"Mhm," I hum as I begin to tape the bandage on.
"I think you'll be up and ready to go in about, I don't know, a week," I tell him.
"A week?!" He asks surprised.
"Why a week, not a couple days?" He adds.
"Emmett, you popped your stitches open before, you can't do that again," I tell him. Suddenly, Damon begins twitching and moving.
"Damon?" Emmett asks as I walk over to Damon. As he looks up at me, I look down at his thigh.
"Did I get shot?" He asks as he looks up at the ceiling, refusing to look down.
"Uh, yea," I hesitate. He starts panting and squeezes onto the bars on the sides of the bed.
"Woah, woah, calm down Damon," I tell him.
"If I don't look, I won't feel it," He replies.
"Is it bad?" He asks.
"Uhhhh, no," I lie.
"It skinned you," I add.
"What are you talking about, it went right through the middle of his thigh," Emmett explains.
"WHAT?!?!" Damon shouts. He quickly looks at his thigh before shouting in pain.
"Emmett, why would you say that?" I ask him.
"Because I thought you forgot what was wrong with him," He explains.
"Oh my god, MY LEG," He cries.
"Where's Zayn, is he dead?" He asks frightened.
"Not that I know of, but he's not here anymore," I reply. He lies his head back and I think he passed out. I place my two fingers on his wrist, and feel his pulse.
"Emmett, if he wakes up, don't talk to him please," I tell him.
"Fine," He answers as I walk out of the room. I walk over to the kitchen and place my elbows on the counter before putting my face in my hands. Everything is SO stressful. All of a sudden, Chase walks in.
"Hey," He greets as he continues to walk over to the freezer.
"Hey," I reply unsettled. He quickly grabs a bottle of Spiced Rum before walking over to me. After he sips the Rum, he puts the bottle down on the counter before hugging me.
"How are you?" He asks.
"I don't know, I miss Arian and I hate how it's effecting the kids, and especially how it's effecting Liv," I explain as we continue to hug. Once I let go of him, he looks down at me, as I realize I like Chase, a lot. As we begin leaning in, Kc pushes the kitchen door open. We quickly separate before Kc grabs Chase's bottle.
"Oh yeah, help yourself," Chase says sarcastically.
"Brianna, what are we going to do about the Keller's?" Kc asks before he takes a quick gulp of the rum.
"What do you mean, they left, we're done," I explain.
"Ha, no, they know that there is more of us still alive, and they aren't going to stop," He explains.
"Oh my god, we're going to be on the run forever," I exclaim before rubbing my eyes with my right hand.
"Not if, we send some of our people out as bait, and make them believe that it's the rest of us, or-or, we can go put a bomb in Keller," He explains before drinking more rum.
"Violet's dead, she was the bomb maker," I reply.
"Hey, I mean, I can maybe figure it out, I mean after all, I graduated high-school at my age now, and I was going to go to UC Davis," Chase explains.
"Ok, even if you do make a bomb, so much could go wrong with your plan," I explain.
"We already lost to many people, and we're already running out of medical supplies, and so many people that didn't die, go injured in some way," I add.
"Chase, let's go talk to the rest of our group leaders about it, and in the slight chance we do it, we'll call a meeting," I explain.
"Ok," Chase replies before we leave.
"Go get Grover and Diesel, I'll get Krista and Liv, we meet in the lab" I tell Chase before heading upstairs. As I walk into Krista's room, she's writing stuff in her diary or whatever she calls it.
"Hey, we're having a leader meeting in the lab, I need you," I explain to her.
"Ok," She replies before putting her diary away in her nightstand.
"I'll meet you down there, I have to go see if Liv wants to join," I explain before leaving Krista's room. As I walk another room down, I very hesitant to go into Liv's room.
"Liv?" I ask as I knock on the door.
"I'm coming in," I add before entering her room. She's lying down in her bed facing the orange lit window.
"Hey so, we're having a meeting, the group leaders, down in the lab, it's important but if you don't want to come, we will all understand," I explain after sitting down on her bed next to her.
"Yeah, I'll come," She replies as she sits up. She quickly wipes her tear before we begin walking towards the door.
"Wait," I stop her.
"I don't want you to feel pressured to go, it's not that important," I explain.
"Brianna, I'm going to have to get over it eventually, I'm saving time and grief," She explains.
"Are you sure?" I ask.
"Yes, I promise," She replies.
"Pinky promise?" I ask her as I hold out my pinky.
"Pinky promise," She replies before we lock our fingers.