"Hey." Freddie called out from the kitchen when he heard someone coming down the stairs.
"Hi." Joe mumbles after waking up. "What are you doing up? It's nearly 3am."
"Couldn't sleep, Ziggy hasn't come in yet." Freddie told his older brother.
"Where are the twins?" Joe asked.
"They've gone to a friends, forgot his name, is Lindsey still with Mercedes?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Just wondering." Freddie answered. "Ziggy said he wasn't going out tonight, where is he?"
"Wow." Joe laughed. "Calm down mr protective older brother, thought that was my job."
"Shut up" Freddie mumbled. "I just don't wanna go to bed if he's going to come in and wake me up."
"Oh, we don't want a grumpy Freddie do we."
"Shut up." Freddie replied. "Where do you think he's gone?"
"Maybe he's at leelas, if Cameron lets him in that is."
"Yeah probably, well I ain't staying up much longer."
"Try phoning him." Joe suggested.
"Don't think I tried that joe? I ain't that thick."
"Well he must be busy then, or asleep." Joe replied. "I'm going back up to bed, try not to make a noise"
It was 6am and Freddie still couldn't sleep. He decided to go out and look for his brother. He had been driving around the village for about half an hour when he saw his brothers car pulled up on the side of the road. As freddie walked over to the car he could see his brother wasn't in it. As he got closer he saw Ziggy sprawled out on the floor bloody and bruised.
"Ziggy." He yelled as he ran over to him. "What happened?"
"Fred?" He asked, still pretty much out of it.
"Yeah it's okay." Freddie answered, tearing up at the sight of his brother in the floor. "I'm gunna get help, it's okay." He pulled his phone out of his pocket.
