Hidden Secrets - A Beau Brooks Fanfic

Chapter Twenty-Nine

The next lot of chapters will be swapping between Dahlia and Beau a lot. I apologise in advance if any of you get a bit confused, but I promise I will try to make it as understandable as possible:)

"Child molesting"

He said it so laid back and calmly that I didnt know whether to go totally nuts at him or not. Child molesting. I sit down on a chair in the corner of the room and watch him from a distance, picking at the splinters sticking out at the legs.

"Wot"

"Nothing"

"Why you starin' at me then, Beau Brooks" I wish he wouldnt keep saying my full name. It made me feel like he knew more about me than he was letting on.

"Just, child molesting?"

"Yeh"

"So I have supposedly taken a girl against her will and now I'm sharing a cell with a child molester" I was hoping he couldnt read the stress in my voice, but to be honest he didnt really seem to be paying any attention. "Fantastic"

"Yeah, I guess so pretty boy" he flashes a grin at me and I scowl.

"Anyway, it wasnt child molesting really, they were both sixteen- well one was 15- so it aint as bad as it sounds"

"Oh great!" his eyes raise at me and I realize hes not as bright as I had originally anticipated "Note the sarcasm there buddy, you touch me and you will regret it"

"Yeah, wha'ever, I may have called y'pretty boy, but I'm not gay" "And even if I was, you wouldn't be my type" he adds

I get up from the chair and walk over to my bunk uncomfortably after his comment is followed by an odd wink. A pair of trousers and a top, similar to Crushers is lying on my bed. It looked kinda of scratchy and a lot less comfier than what I was wearing right now. I'll just keep this on until I get told to change. I tug my trousers off and put them under my pillow and then slide into the thin linen sheets. The wire above my head supporting Crushers hefty boding is straining at the weight and I'm slightly worried than hes going to fall on me in the night and squash me.

"Oh and Beau?"

"Yeah?" I mumble, my face buried in the pillow.

"Night buddy"

"Yeah.......night.....Crusher"

Dahlia's POV:

"I told you! He would never hurt me!" I was starting to get very exasperated. Were they even listening to what I was saying?

"Miss Dahlia, come on now, he is behind bars until we question him. What ever you say about him, hes not going to find out" obviously not.

"For god sake! Cant I get a lawyer? Cant I get someone who is actually going to listen to me? Beau would never EVER hurt me!" my hands fly across and knock a vase onto the floor, pieces shattering everywhere. it looked, so sharp, so....pretty.

"Angus, perhaps shes had enough for today, she is probably quite traumatized. She needs to rest"

"No, I need to get as much out of her as I can today. I dont know how long we have until her parents come to collect her. It could be days, it could be weeks, we just dont know. This needs to be done n-"

"Fucking listen to me!"

They all turn their heads towards me where I'm stood, a large shard of pottery in my hand, the edge digging it my wrist. I had payed attention in school. Biology. I knew where to cut just to scare them.

"Now Dahlia, you dont need to be like this, just put the pottery down and we can discuss this-"

"No! NO! I'm fed up of 'discussing' things. Its not discussing! Its you telling me what you think has happened to me! Its what you want the papers to hear! You couldnt give a shit about me!"

I press the shard into my wrist and an amount of blood trickles down the length of my arm. They all edge nearer to me, all of them have their hands in the air. They really are pretending to surrender.

"Dahlia come on, we will listen to you, we promise, just...please"

"No. I do the talking, not you. You listen to me, not the other way round"

"Yes fine we listen to you, just put it down"

"You promise"

"We promise"

"Swear on it! All of you!" I dig into my wrist again and more bloods runs downs my arms.

"WE SWEAR!" I grimace as they say it in sync. I feel a pair of arms wrap around my body. The people in front of me run forwards and knock the shard out my hand. I scream at them and then I feel a sudden weariness upon me and I fall to the floor......

Beau's POV:

"Get off, Ben please!" I watch as Dahlia struggles underneath Ben's grip. Why am I not doing something? Why cant I help her!

"Don't you dare stand back and turn me down you cheap slut!" "You're happy enough to fuck your old man arent you! You're happy enough to let fucking Leo in there strip you! But when it comes to me, you fucking push me away! Do you know how that fucking feels?! DO YOU?!"

He cups his hand over her mouth to stop her from screaming and I want to run out and push him off her. Hold her and tell her its alright, but when I try to move my hand, nothing happens. She takes a chance and screams.

"DAHLIA! DAHLIA!"

"DAHLIA!"

Someone is still screaming.

"DAHLIA!"

"Dude shut up! Do you want me to come down n' bash you cuz I will!"

"No Crusher, cant you hear that? Its Dahlia! DAHLIA!"

Other voices start to echo around the building from other cells.

"WHEN I FIND OUT WHOSE SHOUTING, THEY'll FUCKING REGRET IT!"

"SHUT UP CRUSHER"

"ITS NOT ME! ITS PRETTY BOY!

You get the idea. The whole prison was awake. And I needed to find Dahlia. I needed to find her right now, and it needed to be fast.

Theres a loud clank from the end of the room. I sit up right in my bed and stare at the shadow in the doorway. The light flicks on and I squint.

"Prisoner 004675"

Was that me?

"Beau Brooks, you're wanted"

Hope you enjoyed:) As you can tell I gave up on the goal for the chapters, it wasnt working, no one was that eager to read the next chapter lol. I've been ill the past few days:L Theres a bug going round at the moment. So if you're feeling ill, or even if your just feeling particularly down, think positive, I love you:)x