Jail for Juniors.

Chapter 10 - Family love.

I got out of the car and slammed the door, walking up too the gates and buzzing the button.

"Hello?" I said into the intercom. It crackled and then a whiny voice came out of it.

"Oh, hello Haley, I didn't know you where going to be back, otherwise I would've opened the doors for you."

I scowled. Of course she would. Not.

"Well, would you open them now?" There was a short silence and then the doors opened. I walked through and up the gravelled pathway and before i could knock on the door it swung open. A man with stubble over his cheeks with gelled brown hair and matching eyes opened the door and scowled at me.

"Hello Haley."

"Hey dad!" I glared. "Miss me?"

"I think we both know the answer too that don't we?" We glared at each other a few seconds later before I heard a shrill shriek and I felt myself being tackled in a hug.

"Oh Haley!" I heard a annoying voice screech in my ear. "You're back!"

"Hey." A ginger woman in her twenties with a huge fake smile on her face and a pair of low slung jeans with a tong showing and a small t-shirt with a bunny on it.

"I didn't know you where coming, what a great surprise!" She said in mock happiness, but put a tone of annoyance in her voice as if she was trying to hide it.

"Yeah, sure." I pulled out of her grip as I heard Alice behind me. "Can I come in and unpack my stuff?"

"Yeah, about that..." Liz said, with big eyes, pretending she was upset. "We didn't know you where coming back till aaaaaaaages away, so we may have... um...."

"What did you do too my room?" I dropped my bag and ran up the stairs. I skidded round the banister too the attic where my room was and I slammed the door open and stood there, unshed tears shining in my eyes.

They'd thrown everything away. Absolutly everything.

"What happened?" I croaked, seeing nothing in the room, trying my hardest not too let the tears spill, hearing someone behind me. "Where's all my stuff?" There was no answer. I froze. "Wheres our box?"

I span around, seeing Alice standing there. "WHERE'S OUR BOX?!"

"I'm sorry Haley they-"

"No!" I yelled. "They didn't throw it away, they didn't, they couldnt've!"

"I'm really sorry Haley." I cried, the tears slamming down my cheeks.

"Why didn't you stop them?!" I sobbed. "That's all I had left of her! That was it, I have nothing else, our fucking brother made sure of that!"

There was nothing too be said.

"There won't be another one Alice," My voice broke. "She's not here too make another one." Alice said nothing, just stood there silently. "Just get out Alice. I'm not surprised I just didn't realize how low you'd sink too keep your car and clothes." I heard the door click as she left. I slid too the floor and gulped, unable too get rid of the massive lump in my throat.

Mum had cancer.

Well, it makes more sense for me too say, she had had cancer.

The box was a small cardboard box that we had drawn over, painted, everything when she had the final note from the doctor telling her she only had a few weeks left.

We had made it, and filled it with everything and anything that meant anything. Small things, pebbles from Brighton beach when we spent the weekend there and it rained solidly the whole time, tickets too plays that once or twice we got thrown out of for being too noisy and drawings that we tried too do of each other.

It was all in there, and my brother had destroyed all other evidence in anger and as punishment every so often but he'd never got his hands on that. It was hidden under the floorboards, under a woven mat with frayed edges because i knew he'd search my room on a regular basis.

Alice was the only one who knew, because she walked in on me and her making it. Mum had a lot of strange ideas, including holding hands when swearing too keep a secret. So we all held hands, mums cold ones in comparison with Alice's warm ones and chanted three times, 'Not even Chase Crawford butt naked surrending himself body and soul will make me break this promise.'

Yeah.

That's what we did, honestly.

And Alice had gone against it and told them where it was, they got rid of everything including the memories that I had left.

Family times.

I got up, wiped my tears from my cheeks and left the room bumping straight into someone. I looked up and recognized his crooked smirk and his dark shaggy hair.

"Oh, what a lovely surprise!" He grinned, grabbed me by the wrists and yanked. I was pulled after him as I tried to get my wrists out of his grip but he just held on tighter and pulled me into his room. I was thrown into the room as he locked the door behind me. "So, Charlie eh?" My brother winked at me.

"Don't even talk to me you douchebag!" I snarled at him. "And leave me alone!"

"Oh sweetheart, I'm only here too irate you, what are big bro's for?" Callum grinned at me.

"What about protecting their sisters?"

"Oh, don't do the guilt trip stuff sis, it's so not you," Within the space of a few seconds he was close to me and he grabbed my chin and tilted it. "Ooh, who messed up your face even more?"

"Do you want a list?"

"Yeah, I might need to find them and give them some big highfive!"

I pulled out of his grip and walked past him towards the door. "Fine, if you dont' want too see this again..." I scowled at the doorknob but turned around and froze.

He was holding a sheet of paper that was folded down the middle with a picture of me and a woman with no hair. That was mum's letter from hospital. Within a space of a second I flew across the room and tried to grab it. He yelled and laughed, holding it away from me and me away with one hand.

"Uh uh uh!" He said, holding me away. I realized he was holding it incredibly close too a open window and with the rain pouring down and the wind blowing if he let go... "Now, take a step back."

I slowly let go off him and took a step back . "Good girl." He smiled. "Now, I've heard about the gang situation," He tutted. "What is little Haley going to do about this?"

"Little Haley doesn't know." I said with my teeth gritted and eyes pinned on the sheet.

"And what did you do with the drugs?"

"Connor's got them."

"Who's Connor?"

I scowled. "An independent protector."

"What's he going to do with them?"

"Take them probably."

"So you can't get them back?"

"No, he wouldn't give them."

"Rookie mistake honey." And the next thing I know Callum's let go off the sheet of paper and its being carried along with the wind leaving my eye sight.

"NO!" I cried and ran for the door, knowing if I got there in the next few seconds I could get it. But Callum realized this too and grabbed me round the waist, stopping me running and held me close too him, laughing as I cried.