"Charles Benedict Barkin I am arresting you on the suspicion of theft. You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you may later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence

"Get off me! I haven't done anything!

"Don't struggle. Just get in the car son

"I haven't done anything!

Haven't done anything,

Anything.-"

"Barkin!"

He jumped up startled, and glanced towards the figure responsible for waking him up.

"What?" he mumbled rubbing his eyes.

"Times up." the guard pulled the cell door open.

"You're free to go" he nodded, implying for him to hurry.

Charlie grinned.

"What took you so long Hudson?" he got up and clicked his back.

"Don't push me. I've risked my neck enough as it is" he retorted, pointing his baton at the the 26 year old.

"Yeah. Spending 6 months in Jail for something I didn't do. Im so grateful"

Hudson pulled him out the cell and hurried him towards the exit.

"I know you didn't do it Barkin. Jesus. I've known you for 18 years and even I know you're not stupid enough to break into Smiths."

"I know." he replied through gritted teeth.

"I was framed"

"Whatever. Youre lucky I have someone who can forge documents. You should be doing 15 years. So consider yourself lucky."

They were nearing the reception.

"Here, take these." Hudson said giving Charlie a new change of clothes and ushering him into the nearest empty room.

"Get changed and meet me at the side door."

Charlie, now changed was examining himself in the mirror.

He had changed into a dark navy sweatshirt, jeans and white converse. His brown hair matched his brown eyes and Even though he'd spent 6 months behind bars his eyes still handn't lost their playful look.

He walked out and found Hudson waiting for him.

"Get out and stay out Charlie. I mean it" He opened the door for him.

Charlie simply nodded and walked through, leaving behind the memories and in a way his home. But he was happy. He knew someone would be waiting for him.

Stood leaning on a 67 Chevy impala was his best-friend. Mitchell "Itchy" Hall. He was clicking, his hands nervously and seemed unsettled around such a law enforced environment. He looked up and smiled excitedly.

"Hey Itch"

"Charlie" Itchy said embracing his old friend. "it's good to see you"

"Good to see you too buddy" he smiled secretly.

It was nice to see a familiar face after so many months locked away.

"How you been?" his friend asked as they made their way towards the car.

"How do you think I've been?" Charlie replied sarcastically

"That bad huh?"

"Oh no. It was lovely. 3 course meals everyday. I recommend it to everyone"

"Really?"

"No itchy" Charlie replied sliding into the passengers seat.

Itchy joined him on the opposite side. Charlie looked more lean and toned since he last saw him. His features had become more rugged and he could tell he was pissed.

Itchy tapped on the stealing wheel awkwardly.

"So where too boss?" he said starting the ignition and pulling away.

"Carfaces." Charlie went flying forward from the sudden brake of the car.

"ITCHY!" Charlie shouted rubbing the back of his neck.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Sorry boss but are you sure Charlie? You've only just been released. Won't they be watching you?"

"It's not worth it with you. And Probably yes? But I don't care. I just want my business back."

"Okay Charlie. What ever you say"

He started the ignition again and they drove towards the casino.

Halfway through the journey Charlie rolled down his window.

"I'm back baby!"

Hello my lovelies, well what did you think? I'm sorry that it's terribly short, but it's always hard to get the story started! (for me anyway ha!) I promise it's going to get better! Reviews would be appreciated! Take care xx