Rebellion (Sidemen AU) *UNDER EDITING*

Cara

After an entire two days of walking, we were all dying. Not literally, but we were in pain. It wasn't even the evening yet when we decided to stop for the day. We had made it deep into the woods before deciding to stop. We figured the trees would be good cover, enough for us to make a small fire.

Vik had already started to make the fire, so I did a quick walk around to make sure it was clear. By the time I had circled back, the fire was lit and Vik had brought a large log over to sit on. I decided to lean on a nearby tree, close enough to the fire where I could keep warm but not too close.

I looked up at the stars. I couldn't see many through the leaves, but they were nice. They were always something I could look at when I was stressed. Vik used to get mad at me when I went out to look at them, but he knew how hard it had been after our parents died. Sometimes he would come with me.

We just needed to make it a little further. Only another day. Possibly less, if we could find a working car.

After a long time of thinking and cleaning my rifle, I looked over at the fire and noticed it was dimming. I looked for everyone and saw that Vik was asleep on the log, which made me smile. I knew he barely slept back at the shop. He's been sleeping more in the past few days than he ever has.

I looked over and Tobi was sleeping on the other side of the fire. He looked peaceful, like someone would if they weren't on the run. Josh was leaning against a tree, like me, but he seemed to be awake. It was a shame, since I wanted to walk around. But instead I had to watch my brother's back.

I'd started to trust Josh a little more. But I knew Vik didn't trust him, and I would get an earful from him if he woke up and I wasn't there.

I set my rifle down and went through the things in my bag. Underneath all of the ammo was my mom's diary. I loved reading it while I was bored. There was a lot about Vik and me in there, and a lot of it was pictures and captions. It was like a portable photo album.

I looked down at one of my favorite photos. It was Vik with both of his arms wrapped around my neck in a hug. We were so little, I didn't even remember the photo being taken. The caption read "Care Bear's fourth birthday today." I smiled. My mom's favorite nickname for me was Care Bear. I hated it once I got older. I always told Vik if he called me that I would punch him in the face. I couldn't do that to him though.

"Hey," I looked up and saw Josh, who was walking over to me.

I wiped the tears I didn't know had fallen and smiled at him, closing the book and shoving it back in my bag. He looked at me but decided not to say anything else, which I appreciated. There were times when you shared your feelings and times when you didn't.

"Why aren't you asleep?" He asked instead.

I shrugged. I knew Vik was trusting me to keep watch, and I probably couldn't sleep if I tried. My parents had been on my mind a lot more recently. Though my dad was...bad, my mother took a lot of his beatings so we didn't have to. He always had a soft spot for Vik, though. My dad did awful things, and I always wondered what he was doing when they died. My parents had gone out when it happened, and I'm sure my dad's last words weren't nice to my mother. He was an angry drunk.

I glanced into my bag again, pulling out the diary again. I could feel Josh looking at me, but I didn't care. I was angry.

With my sudden burst of anger, I turned to the page I hated most. It was one with all of us. My dad held Vik's hand, both of them smiling, and I was hugging my mother. I was smiling, but my mother's face looked tired. I hated him. He ruined our lives.

I ripped out the page. And the next one. And I kept ripping until I started sobbing. Without thinking, I threw the book down on the ground in front of me. I tried to wipe my tears away, but they kept flowing down.