Scott jolted awake as the bus came to a rough stop he pulled his hood low over his face and grabbed his backpack, he was glad to be getting off the bus being around that many people made him nervous he was terrified that the cops would pick him up and drag him back to his foster family, before he could find his father, his dad was the only one who could save him.

he stepped off the bus, and swung his back pack onto his shoulder. it was just about night fall the last of the sun peeking over the horizon, Scott looked to his left, a building was at the end of the pier, he went closer and saw the words "pier dinner" above the door. walking in there was a pretty woman with dark brown hair was standing behind the counter she looked up and smiled when he approached her

'hi, what can I get you' she asked kindly he smiled as best he could

'I was actually wondering if you could help me I'm looking for someone you see but I don't know where to start' she regarded him for a moment clearly curious.

'well I'll do my best' she said he grinned more in relief than anything else

'thanks, I'm looking for Daryl Braxton?' she seemed taken aback and got a look in her eyes Scott knew too well, she thought he was up to something. Scott pulled his best puppy dog face 'please I really need to talk to him it's important' her face softened and she sighed

'well alright then, you should be able to find him at Angelo's, it's above the surf club' he smiled at her

'thanks' he to leave

'are you sure you don't want something to eat' when he looked back to her, she had a look of motherly concern on her face that made tears sting at his eyes

'no thank you'.

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he walked along the beach for a good ten minutes till he found the surf club and walked up to it.

he hesitated he had only thought up to this point, he had been so focused on finding his dad he didn't know what he would say once he did.

Not sure what to do next he leant against the back of the building under a dusty light with moths flicking around it, looking down at the photo in his hands it was the only photo he had of his parents in it they where about sixteen, they were holding hands and smiling and there was a younger boy behind them pulling a stupid face, they were on the beach.

The sound of approaching footsteps scared Scott from his thoughts, he looked up, a well built man with dark hair was approaching with a case of beer under his arm, he looked around and realised he was standing near the back entrance of the the surf club.

'oi kid what're you doin' out here' still holding the photo Scott looked up at him nervously, he was in jeans and a black shirt and he had green eyes, Scott glanced at the photo quickly then looked back up

'Are you Daryl Braxton' he blurted before blushing slightly.

'Do I know you?' he asked Scott shook his head.

'you knew my mum though' he said in a much smaller voice than before.

'Megan price' Scott said and offered him the picture he took it and put the case of beer down looking at the picture he smiled

'geez haven't seen megs it years' he murmured.

'bout twelve- thirteen years' Scott said nodding

'Is she here?' he asked gesturing to the building Scott shook his head and looked down at his shoes.

'she's dead' he said quietly when Darryl didn't say anything Scott looked up at him he was staring down at the photo with a sad look on his face

'what's your name kid?' he asked

'Scott'

'what can I do for ya Scott?' he asked handing the photo back Scott scuffed my shoe on the ground not really sure what to say next

'ummm….' Scott grabbed his bag off the ground, and got his birth certificate out of the front pocket and handed It to his father, frowning he unfolded it, he read it for a moment before his head snapped up, he stared at Scott searching his face with wide shocked eyes.