Mission Possible
We rested for the night, which was for the best considering Scott was so drunk that he would have probably gotten someone killed. I slept next to Branson, or at least I tried to sleep. It seemed that sleep wasn’t as easy to come by anymore, dreams of Marisol plagued me and kept me from getting any real rest. I know Branson didn’t sleep much either but we didn’t talk, we just laid there in silence the entire night. He tried to hide his worry for Scott, but I could see it every time he looked at him. It seemed that I wasn’t the only one that was pushing everything down and pretending life was normal, or at least as normal as our life was anymore. When light broke through the badly boarded up windows around us, I knew it was time to go. I sat up and slowly stretched before reaching over to
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