Although I'm not new to Home and Away it's not a programme I watch very often. But I was flicking through the tv the other day and found the Braxton's – well I'm a sucker for brotherly stuff so I've been on You Tube and all over trying to see what's been going on with these brothers. I'm in the UK so I don't know whether we are on the same episodes as Australia, so I'm not sure where we are up to.

Anyway we have just been introduced to the Braxton dad and knowing that he's not such a nice person and would more than likely hurt his own kids to get what he wants…this story was born. Don't know if I've got the characters right or the situation – but hey, dramatic licence! Anyone who's read any of my stories before know that I mainly like to hurt the characters I like – causing pain and angst and worry, bringing out the protective streaks of older brothers etc so that's what I'm doing!

I don't own anyone that you recognise, just play around with them and cause them heartache. Also this is written straight onto my laptop, which I don't usually do, so I hope its ok. I'm sure you'll let me know. So here's chapter 1.

Chapter 1

Casey Braxton found himself walking home from school alone for once. He was glad of the solace and peace. School had been hell, again, and being at home wasn't much fun either with his dad stopping with them, much to Brax's annoyance. He'd told him and Heath that he was going to let them make their own decisions about their dad, but at every turn Brax was trying to get rid of him. Trouble was Casey was beginning to think that Brax was right. He'd seen flashes of temper in his father, especially when talking to Heath and one once occasion he thought his dad was going to hit his older brother. Brax had never gone into details about what dad was like before he went to prison, but the look on his oldest brother's face when he was talking about dad gave him a good idea.

Casey decided that he was going to talk to Brax again or at least try to talk to him again about dad when they were kids – see if he would open up.

All thoughts of talking went out of the window when he turned the corner towards his house. The sight that met him stopped him dead. There were numerous police cars and an ambulance all parked in and around his house! Once the initial shock wore off the adrenaline started to pump and Casey dashed towards his house. A police sergeant, whom Casey recognised but couldn't remember her name, managed to grab hold of his arm, causing him to stop in his tracks, "You can't go in there Casey," she stated.

Casey looked at her as if she'd lost her mind, "That's my house! What's going on?" he cried frantically.

The sergeant sighed and suddenly found the ground interesting, "We followed your dad after he'd picked up a load of drugs, we're not sure what yet…" she stopped as she saw Casey's eyes widen in shock, "Anyway we followed him here…"

"My brothers have nothing to do with it! Brax won't even talk to him!"

The sergeant nodded, "I know Casey, I know they've got nothing to do with it…he knows we're here, he's holding your brothers hostage…"

"What?" He shouted, turning to look at the house.

"I don't know if he's got a gun, but I know he's armed somehow…"

"Has he hurt them?" He asked fearfully.

"Not to our knowledge…we've managed to get a mic in and we are not aware of any injuries."

"I need to get in there," Casey insisted, fear and worry etched across his young face.

"Casey, you know I can't let you go in…we've already got two hostages we don't need another one!" She took hold of his arm, gently leading him away from the house – his gaze never leaving his house.

"Please Casey, stay here, and let us do our jobs. We'll get your brothers, I promise," she patted his shoulder as she turned away.

Casey dropped to the ground with his head in his hands. Why hadn't they listened to Brax? They should have known better. He certainly should have. Brax had basically raised him, tried to give him a normal life, made him go to school and what did he do? Brax never says no without a good reason…he should've known.

He was dragged out of his musings by the sound of banging and crashing coming from his house.

He jumped to his feet, tears filling his eyes at the thought of what could be going on in there. He couldn't take it any longer…

Heath helped Brax to his feet, steadying him as he stood still, "That make you feel better did it dad?" Brax taunted, "You know I'm not scared of you any more don't you, huh? You can't hurt me or my brothers any more!"

Danny whirled round to face him, "Is that right? Just wait until that little brat gets home from school…"

It was Heath this time that got in his face, "You leave Casey out of this! He's a good kid!"

"What use have I got for a 'good kid'? Doesn't get you anywhere…you made him soft!" his dad hissed fixing Brax with a glare, before turning away to check on what was happening outside.

Heath used the distraction of his dad looking to see where the police were to check on his oldest brother, "You ok?"

Brax nodded, wincing as he touched his cheek, where his dad had punched him, "I'm just glad Casey's not here, he doesn't need to see this."

"I don't agree. I think I do need to see this!"

All three men spun round to see their youngest stood in the kitchen. Brax groaned, "What the hell?"

"Well, well, well, if it isn't my loser third born. The one who wastes his time on the books," Danny mocked.

If Casey had been shocked to hear his own father mocking him, he didn't show it. Heath took a step towards him, but Casey was already on the move. He got right up into his father's face, "Do you really think I give a damn about what you think about me? I made the mistake of hoping that Brax was wrong about you…that you really had changed and wanted to be a family again – but I was wrong! You just wanted to get back to your old ways, intimidating us, your own sons, scaring us into doing what you want…well that's changed now! I hate you! You ruined our lives and you're still doing it…well guess what I'm not afraid of you…" Casey was breathing heavily after his outburst. Brax and Heath took a step towards the two of them, in case Danny struck out at Casey. Instead, Danny started clapping slowly, "Well, well, it looks like you've finally grown some boy…I'm proud of you…"

Casey started moving forward, rage still plain to see on his face, "I don't want you to be proud of me – I don't even want to look at you anymore…" he growled out, still moving forward causing Danny to move backwards.

"Casey, what the hell are you doing?" Brax demanded, anxiously watching his youngest push their father towards to window…suddenly it dawned on Brax what Casey might be trying to do. He grabbed hold of Heath's arm, "The cops have guns," he whispered as he nodded towards the window.

Heath suddenly looked sick, "You don't think…"

Now it was Brax's turn to look sick.

Unseen by the older Braxton's, Casey had seen in his father's eyes that he was aware of what he was trying to do, "Oh you think I don't know what you're up to?" He whispered.

"I don't care if you do. I want you to leave my brothers and me alone forever. You're scum and we deserve better…in fact we've got better…" he glanced towards his oldest brother, "He was more of a father than you ever was and ever will be! Why don't you do the right thing for once and turn yourself in, show us that you can do the right thing."

Danny started laughing, "Geez you really are soft in the head boy…"

Casey turned round to face Brax, "I'm sorry I ever doubted you. I should've known…"

"It doesn't matter Casey, just come over here now and we're all good," Brax said, anxiously watching his brother.

What happened next, happened so quickly that time seemed to stand still.

After talking to his brother, Casey turned back slightly and began walking towards his dad again. Suddenly his dad lunged towards him just as the window behind him shattered…