The Braxton boys have just finished surfing.
Casey turns to his older brothers and sighs.
"We haven't heard from Dad lately. Don't you think that that is a bit strange, I mean he's always wanting something?" Casey asks curiously. He is wondering why their father hasn't contacted them.
"I don't care for the reasons I'm just glad he hasn't." Heath grunts and picks up his towel and dries himself.
"Yea think about it Case, he's not bothering us, and that is all that matters." Brax smiles lightly and grabs his towel and starts walking up to the surf club knowing his brother will follow.
"True. But Dad always wants something from us, but he hasn't for a long time" Casey sighs, and he runs to catch up with his brothers.
"Case, Dad has probably figured out that he is wasting his time." Heath grunts as he washes off all the salty water with the outdoor showers.
"Yea, but he just got out of prison, and even Mum hasn't heard from him." Casey sighs and washes all the salt water off his body as well.
"I don't care Case! Just stop thinking about it he's not worth it." Heath huffs and walks towards Angelos."Come on big fella buy us a beer."
Shaking his head Brax follows his immediate younger brother. "For once Heath is right." He sighs and leaves Casey alone who shakes his head lightly. Maybe his brothers are right. He looks back at the ocean where he sees a young man slowly walking up, he figures that it's probably nothing and shrugs it off and follows his brothers to the restaurant. Unaware that he is being followed.
Little did any of the Braxtons know that soon they will be hearing from their Dad. That they will be brought back into his life and that he will be back in their lives.
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The place is packed but they manage to find a seat. Being the boss the staff walk up to Brax right away. It is just one of the perks.
"Hey boss, what can I get you guys?" Lucas one of the waiters asks,
"Three beers please and a Pepperoni pizza." Brax smiles lightly and turns to his youngest brother. "You're lucky that you're allowed this beer. I'm feeling friendly today plus I feel guilty that you had a massive wipeout." Brax laughs and nudges Heath. They love winding up Casey together. Casey is only 17 and they always treat him like a baby mainly because he hates it so much.
"Okay a) you cut me off and b) I always drink at home so what's different about drinking here." Casey huffs. He is sick of his brothers teasing, can't they just leave him alone.
Heath laughs with his brother until his phone rings. "Hey, Babe." He smiles.
"You and the girls?" He asks. His face falls a bit so it is obvious that Bianca and by the sounds of it Ricky and Tamara were going away.
"How long?" Heath asks, he is so confused by this. This wasn't planned.
"Yea I'll tell them, love you, babe." Heath sighs and ends the call and turns to his brothers and shrugs lightly. "The girls are going away for the weekend, the city. They're all pretty stressed and are going to a spa." Heath explains and takes a sip of his beer that has just been handed to him.
"Tamara needs it school has her stressed out. She'll love it." Casey smiles lightly sad that he didn't get a chance to say goodbye to his girlfriend but happy that she is going to have a nice weekend.
"Yea I mean Ricky …" Brax starts but sees a figure out of the corner of his eye. He feels like someone is watching them. Staring them out. He turns around but no one is. His eyes do land on a young man, he would be no more than two years older than Casey. He had a hoodie leather jacket in with the hood up and was sipping on water.
"Brax?" Casey asks confused. He stopped in the middle of a sentence and now is staring at another customer quiet intensely.
"That kid was watching us, I'm sure of it." Brax shakes his head and turns back to his brother and shrugs it off. Looking at him he couldn't do much damage but still, it was pretty creepy. Little did he know but the young man that was staring at him was his half-brother Kyle, who needed their help.
"Hit him." Heath laughs, he is the fighter and would get into a fight with just about anyone.
"Just a kid Heath." Brax shakes his head lightly and looks Kyle again who is looking jumpy.
"I saw him at the beach. I'm with Heath the guy is creeping me out." Casey grunts as he sees Kyle look up at them and start to stand up when he realizes that they saw him looking.
Heath jumps up and walks over to him grabbing him by the shoulder and pushing him down into his seat.
"Got a problem kid?" He growls and pulls the hood of the hoodie down.
Kyle's eyes widen and he lightly shakes his head. He wants to talk to the Braxton boys ask them for help. But there is no way that he was asking this one. As far as he can tell this one was Heath. Hot-headed, muscular and tattooed and the one who if he said one thing wrong has the potential of putting him in hospital. Sure he knows that Brax is more frightening but at least you can reason with him Heath is likely to knock your teeth out if you even said anything.
However, Heath chuckles at the sight in front of him. Kyle is a bit skinny and was definitely a pretty boy. His eyes are practically popping out of their sockets and Heath thought that he would scare him off. It is obvious that he was already scared of him so all he would have to do is threaten him and he will think twice before watching them again.
"Ha, no words aye. Scared I'm going to knock you pretty boy teeth out." He hisses lightly and grabs Kyle by his jacket.
Kyle is so frightened this guy could seriously do a lot of damage. Like broken bones damage, if he was over exaggerating he would say ripping limbs damage. He swallows lightly and keeps his mouth shut scared of what would happen if he said anything. He wasn't a wimp, but who wouldn't be scared of a guy like Heath.
"Heath!" Brax yells and Heath instantly lets the kid go who breathes a sigh of relief he wasn't going to be torn into tiny little pieces but now it was Brax turn. Now Brax was the one he is automatically frightened of, no threatening is needed from the oldest, sure he is more understanding than Heath but still, that is if he gives him the chance before he ripped him to pieces.
"As for you, get out. I don't want to see you following us any more or I won't stop him, got it junior." He orders.
Kyle quickly stands up and rushes out the door, you didn't have to tell him twice. What he did was stupid. Of course, they would be freaked out by him staring but what is he meant to do. He is lucky that he was even allowed out, he is usually put on a tight leash because if people started asking questions he was screwed he sucks at lying. Looking at the time on his watch Kyle quickly runs to the caravan park. He is so dead!
Back at the restaurant, the boys are all eating the pizza. "That better be the last we see if him, that is if he knows what' s good for him." Heath laughs lightly and takes a big bite of his pizza.
"He looked so terrified." Casey laughs and takes a sip of his beer. As bad as it sounds he found it pretty funny when his brothers threatened people there are three different types a) the ones that fight back b) the ones that just keep a straight face the whole time and c) the ones that look absolutely terrified. That guy was the third kind.
"Of course he was I used my best threatening face. That pretty boy didn't stand a chance." Heath laughs and sculls the rest of his beer. "Another bro?" He asks grinning at his older brother who just shakes his head and smiles lightly. He loves spending time with his brothers.
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Kyle runs into the caravan when he is immediately grabbed from behind. "It'a 12:45 I said 12:40!" The voice hisses and backhands Kyle who lands hard on the floor.
"I'm sorry I lost track of time." Kyle tears up slightly. He hates crying in front of him, it is humiliating.
"Stand up boy! Show me your worth my time!" The voice growls viciously and chuckles slightly as Kyle pushes himself up.
"Sorry, Dad." He breaths and lowers his head, he isn't sorry. He hates his Dad, he wants him gone.
"You know you need to be punished right. You're 19 years old so in my books your still a child. I pay for this caravan, you don't and until you do. I'm in charge, you follow my rules and deal with the consequences when they come." Danny growls and grabs Kyle by the front of his jacket.
"Please Dad, I'm sorry," Kyle begs helplessly trying to get out of his Dads grip.
"You were never punished as a kid were you? Ha, that mother of yours never hit you did she." Danny laughs pulling Kyle closer by his jacket.
"No sir," Kyle mumbles softly. His mum had never hit him. Never! She never even considered it, but his Dad always did.
"No wonder you're weak." He laughs and shoves Kyle to the floor and kicks him twice in the stomach before picking him up by the front of his jacket and punching him in his right eye. Kyle cries softly on the floor this wasn't his punishment this was only the start.
"Don't even think about moving." Danny hisses as he pulls his belt out and starts whipping it over Kyle's back ignoring the screams of pain that came.
"Man up!" Danny yells as he continues to whip Kyle with the belt.
"Please, Dad." Kyle starts to cry but stops himself before he can.
"Please Dad, please don't hurt me. Your not my son until you stop acting like a little baby girl!" Danny and whips Kyle again but this time in the head.
"Ahhh," Kyle screams and holds his head in pain.
"How many do you think you deserve?" Danny hisses whipping Kyle's hands that were still on his head. "Move them." He growls. He didn't want hands to be blocking any part of the body. "Now answer my question!" Danny yells as he whips him three times hard on the back.
"Twenty." Kyle whispers and immediately knows it's the wrong answer when he's whipped hard.
"Try again." Danny snarls.
"Fifty." Kyle cries.
"Sixty! Now make sure that no noise comes out of that pretty little mouth of yours. I don't want to get caught." Danny hisses and starts his punishment on his already broken son.