Emily Jane Roscoe - Hollyoaks.

Secrets in the loft.

Eventually, the most awkward dinner in the world was done - after what seem like forever. It was late on, around 10:30pm and I was watching a television programme with my brothers and Mum. I was curled up, with a grey blanket over my knee and Mum's knee as she finished drinking her cup of tea. We were watching Mum's weird soap operas. The room was dark and I looked around at everyone else. Robbie had gone out a few hours ago, Joe and Lindsey were upstairs 'working on their wedding', Freddie and Ziggy were sat opposite us and myself, Mum and Jason were on another settee.
"Do you not think it's time for bed, you two," Mum whispered, nudging my which made me fall back into Jason.
"I was thinking that," Jason agreed, standing up and heading to bed.
"I don't want to," I complained, always being the awkward one in the situation.
"You're going to have to go up sooner or later, with the amount of time you take in the bathroom you should have gone to bed about an hour ago," Ziggy laughed, making jokes.
"That's rich coming from you, pretty boy," Freddie laughed, which made Mum chuckle as he pushed Ziggy.
"Well I need a favour, I was just going to wait until tomorrow but you might as well do it now," Mum suggested, pushing herself up off the sofa and walking behind us into the dining room.
"It depends what it is," I sighed, regretting even opening my mouth and I just wish I had just gone to bed.
"Grace left her purse and I'd rather get it back to her sooner rather than later," Mum told me.
"Not Grace, there's something wrong with her," I laughed, looking back at Freddie when I said it.
"Oh come on, or I will have to leave for work 15 minutes earlier tomorrow and I'm already leaving before you wake up," Mum begged, trying her best to make me feel bad by putting on sad eyes.
"Alright, but I doubt I'll get in without any ID," I joked, knowing that because it would be a quiet Monday night and there would be no staff on the door asking for ID.

I grabbed my green Parker coat, and my white converse trainers and quickly put them on so I could get out as soon as possible. I didn't bother locking the door behind me because I knew that I would be back within 10 minutes. Unsurprisingly, the village was as quiet as I thought it would be. The only noise was the beat from the bass of the music coming from Fraser and Grace's night club - 'The Loft'. I looked around, the majority of the houses on this part of the village were little flats, above shops. Whereas beside the school, where the Roscoe household was they were all huge, posh, terrace housing.

For it being spring, tonight there was an extremely chilly breeze in the air. I could see some young adults standing outside of the bottom entrance to the loft, smoking. I felt too awkward, with me being only 16, to go straight in there so I quickly made my way around the back of the club to the fire exit so I could get in via there. It was a lot quieter around the back, and because of the door being closed the base from the music was a lot smoother here. I ran, really fast, up the outside metal staircase, which sent a noisey vibration up the stairs and onto the little balcony. The door handle was freezing cold, which I put down to nobody using it. However, when I turned the door knob  and pulled the door towards me, a wave of sweat and heat hit me in the face. I peeped my head around the corner, it was really busy for a Monday night and as a matter of fact, I recognised some of the people in the club from the year above at my new college. I saw that there was no security looking at me, so I quickly stepped both of my feet inside and ran through the crowd of people. Leaving the door open behind me.

When I stood at the door, I had quickly scanned the room for Fraser or Grace so I could give either one of them Grace's purse and get out of there as soon as possible. But, my first problem was the fact I couldn't see either of them. I assumed they were in the managers office, which was no where I was heading. I was being pushed and shoved by young adults who were dancing or who were queuing for a drink at the bar.

I knocked, heavily, on the office door. I had to knock as loud as possible because of how loud the music was in the club.
"Grace," I shouted, banging on the door again. "Fraser," I shouted as well, just to make sure that he could start to hear or take notice of me shouting. I stood for fever all seconds, getting really impatient of having to wait. I tried the door handle, there was no harm in seeing if the door could be opened, so I was able to leave the  purse on a desk or a similar place to a desk. To my surprise, the office door opened with ease. The door had an eerily loud squeak to it. "Grace," I called again, louder this time. It was now clear that there was nobody in the office. I slowly walked in, looking behind me to check who was there. None of the customers seem to notice me opening the office door, or even noticing me going in. Once I was all inside, I carefully closed the door behind me.

The office was all black, the walls, the desk, the chair and the pipes going around the wall were all painted in different shades of black or dark grey. I didn't want to turn the light on, because then someone like Grace or Fraser would know I was in the office. It was hard to see where I was going, the only way I was able to see at all was because the door didn't go all the way to the floor - there was about a 3 inch gap - and the light was flashing all different colours. I placed Grace's purse on the desk, which was on a funny angle in the far right corner of the room. For some, really weird reason, I felt the need to open one of the desk draws. I was just a big curious about what was inside. My hands were sweaty, this was really risk and I didn't know whether I wanted to do it or not. Like the outside door knob, the desk handle was freezing cold as well. I grabbed it tightly. I opened it, no more than a centimetre when someone banged on the door, just as loud as I'd done it.

I dropped the desk handle immediately and I'm with the shock of someone being at the door I staggered backwards, into a really large pole against the wall. I was still struggling to see, but I was aware something had fallen, as there was a loud bang in front of me. I grabbed my mouth so tightly, to make sure that people couldn't even hear me breathing. I was watching someone stood on the other side of the door, I could see their foot prints in the light from under the door. They were standing in a fidgety manner but within seconds, they had disappeared. I needed to get out of there, as soon as possible! I threw myself on the floor, feeling around with my hands for whatever had fell when I stumbled over. It was a thick, hard piece of metal - and it didn't take me long to figure out it was a piece of the drain pipe I'd walked into. 'God' I thought to myself, as I tried to figure out where this piece of metal had fell from. I had no use with my eyes, so I was feeling around as quickly as possible for a hole. Almost immediately, my hand was inside the hole in the wall. There was something in there, it felt like a plastic bag full of something. Curiosity got the best of me and I pulled it out, there was in fact two bags of whatever I was holding.

My heart suddenly fell out of my body. I heard that eery squeak from the door, however this time it had been swung open with some force. The light flickered on and I could see someone stood behind me in the reflection from the dark room. I looked down at my hands. I was holding at least £1,000 worth of ecstasy tablets, divided into two bags.
"I see you've got something that belongs to me," Grace sternly called out, as I turned to the right and looked over my shoulders at her. She did not look impressed.