My Badass Best Friends

Chapter Eight- Camp of hell

I felt terrible when I saw Cams face drop when I told him. He turned around angrily and swore at me before storming out of the room. I turned around to talk to Anne but she was no where to be seen. Well done Jordanne.

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I was discharged from hospital the next day, apparently I'd had an emotional breakdown and hit my head on the floor. But the good news was that my amnesia was starting to go away. I could actually remember what someone had said to me yesterday and I could remember all of my best friends now. The doctor had given me some more medication to help me get back to normal and sent me home. I was kind of worried to go home since I didn't know who'd be waiting for me. Cam hadn't spoken to me since the whole speaking to Anne incident and I had a feeling he'd be waiting in my apartment to speak to me.

As I twisted the key into the lock I let out a deep breath. All the boys had keys to my apartment so any of them could be there. As I opened the door I was astounded. I was right about Cam being there but I had never expected there to be two police officers with him. What had Cam done now? I walked towards the police officers and gave them a quizzical look. "What's going on here?" I asked as one got up to stand beside me.

"Are you Jordanne Walker?" The one that stood next to me asked. I nodded. "We are arresting you on suspicion of taking drugs and drink driving" he said as he pulled out the handcuffs and locked my hands into them. I tried to protest and say it wasn't me but it didn't work, they still arrested Cameron and I.

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Two hours later I was sat in a cell with Cam,Max and James. All seven of us had been arrested for possesion of drugs. I sat alone in a corner while the three boys sat together. Cam still hadn't spoke to me, he had been ignoring me all week. A man wearing a black suit walked into the cell, he looked to be in his early forties and was very well dressed. He cleared his throat before he spoke. "We have decided not to send you to prison, since you were not found to be dealing drugs or growing them in anyway. Instead you will be sent to Moorefields Camp for Delinquents."

James high fived Max and they started laughing much to the man's distaste. "Oh did I mention that you are going to be under the supervision of formed prison chiefs and a few prisoners. I wouldn't mess around. The bus is waiting outside, follow me." he said sternly and left. I was the first to get up and follow him, I wanted to find Ricky since it was uncomfortable being near Cam. He led us out towards the bus with our handcuffs still on, when we got on the bus the security guard unlocked one of our handcuffs each and secured them around the rail so no one would make a violent attempt to break free.

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Two hours later we pulled into the car park of Moorefields Camp for Delinquents. I had felt sick the whole way and I couldn't wait to get off the wretched bus. As I strolled off still with my handcuffs on my eyes widened at how big the camp was. It consisted of a tall stone building that was arched into a semi circle. There were many tiny windows across it and in the middle were large grand double oak doors. The queens crest was hung above the doors and it shone in the early morning light. We were led through the doors and down a dark green corridor with wooden panels towards a sitting room. This place was posh and I really couldn't understand why they would send delinquents here until I saw who was in charge.

It was Kieran.

As I follow Ricky towards the dark green leather settee's a shiver went down my spine. I could feel Kieran's eyes bore into my soul and it made me want to run towards the nearest cliff and throw myself off, literally. As the others came and sat down I huddled into Ricky and hid my face in his shoulder, I couldn't even look at the monster in front of me.

"Right kids, you're because your narrowly avoiding prison. Do you understand that?" he said slyly, the way he said kids made me want to have an emotional breakdown.

The boys nodded and I squirmed in Ricky's shoulder as he carried on speaking, "Right here at Moorefields, you do what I say, when I say it. And if you don't then we'll be having a little meeting. Right so you're going to be at Moorefields for three months, but if we think you're not ready to go back then it'll be five to six. You will have a schedule from seven thirty in the morning until five at night and then dinner will be at six. After dinner you're free to do what you like. Curfew is quarter to ten on weekdays and eleven thirty at weekdays. Sunday will be your day off. Today you'll be given a tour and left to explore, alright now piss off." he said and shooed us out of the meeting room. I didn't once look at him, I never wanted to see his face ever again, ever.

And that was how I ended up at the camp of hell.