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Chapter 7

Jason is lying down on the couch, his legs resting lazily across Robbie's lap. Its Saturday so they don't have college, and no ones around – Hollies out with Cindy, Cameron's not answering her phone, and their other friends are all busy. Robbie's reading his car magazine, and Jason's doing nothing. "Robbie" Jason whines, Robbie pretends he cant her him so Jason moans again, this time louder, "Robbie I'm bored!"

"Well go find something to do" Robbie replies not looking up from his magazine. Jason smiles, seeing a good opportunity to wind up his twin. He stretches out, purposefully raising his legs so they kick Robbie in his face. "OI!" Robbie puts his magazine down and pushes Jason's legs off of him.

"What?" Jason looks innocently at Robbie, "I was just stretching my legs", Jason can't help but smirk as he says it. Robbie rolls his eyes at his twin – Jason can't half be annoying sometimes. When Robbie goes back to reading his magazine Jason pulls his legs back up and puts them on Robbie's lap again, knocking his magazine out of his heads as he does so. Jason can't hold back his laugh when Robbie turns around with an extremely annoyed glare.

"Right that's it" Robbie says standing up and pulling Jason up with him.

"What we doing?" Jason asks Robbie who gives him a smug glare. He starts to speak as he pushes Jason out of the room.

"Well you Jase, you're gonna go entertain yourself, I'm too tiered to be my usual lively, enjoyable self" Jason scoffs at Robbie calling himself 'lively and enjoyable' but Robbie just keeps on pushing Jason outside of the lounge, into the hallway and out of the front door, holding onto the door and blocking the way back inside Robbie finishes with, "I am going to finish off my magazine" before shutting the door in Jason's face.

"You're an idiot Rob!" Jason yells back, but Robbie's already shut the door and gone back into the lounge. Jason stares at the door for a few seconds willing it to open. When it doesn't he starts walking into the village, he doesn't have keys on him and if he were to knock Robbie would only ignore it, he's in one of his moods. Joe and Freddie are at the garage, he could go to see them but if he did they'd make him work and he's not bored enough to resort to that. Sandy and Lindsey are both working as well; he doesn't think he'd want to bother them anyway. That leaves Ziggy; he's still in hospital but should be leaving in another few days. Jason starts making his way to the hospital, it's just over half an hour walk from the town center so Jason takes out his phone and headphones from his pocket and puts on some music. Cameron had updated his library with all her rock songs recently saying it's a disgrace that Jason didn't know who Led Zeppelin are, so he walks down to the hospital listening to them.

He gets about ten minuets away before they get him. A big black van pulls up in front of him blocking his path. Jason gets an uneasy feeling when he turns around to see an identical van blocking his way out. Suddenly the doors to the van in front of him open and two armed men wearing black hoodies climb out and grab Jason by the arms, dragging him kicking and screaming into the back of the van. Once Jason's inside and they've shut the door the two vans speed off.

Robbie sighs, struggling to keep interest in his car magazine. He feels bad about throwing Jason out – Jason was just in the mood to wind him up and he wasn't in the mood to take it. Still he thought Jason would just come straight back in, or at least he'd text him to let him know what he's doing. Robbie can't shake this feeling that something's wrong. Jason always texts him after they fight, even when it isn't a serious fight, but its been three hours now and he's not gotten one text.

"Rob, you know when Jase is going to be back?" Joe asks him. Joes sitting on the couch opposite him, him and Freddie have just come back from a shift at the garage and are still dressed in oily overalls. Sandy's not going to be happy with them sitting on the couch in those.

Robbie ducks is head guiltily, "No" he tells Joe. Joe and Freddie give him a funny look and before they can ask any questions Robbie leaves quickly. He leaves the lounge, then the house walking into the town center. Maybe he can find Jason, Robbie thinks to himself. He looks at all his usual places but can't find him anywhere. Getting nervous Robbie calls his twin – Hey this is Jason, you know what to do – the answering machine rings, beginning to beep. Robbie puts the phone down sighing, all his previous annoyance over Jason gone, replaced by worry.

"Alright boys dinners up, Fred will you try the twins again?" Sandy calls from the kitchen. Joe and Lindsey reluctantly get up, not looking forward to the food awaiting them. Freddie gets out his phone and calls up Jason, out of the two twins he's the most likely to pick up. Hey this is Jason, you know what to do. Freddie puts the phone down and tries Robbie – This had better be good if you leavin' a message. Robbie's answer machine plays. Freddie puts the phone down shaking his head; the twins are probably out getting a Mac Donald's, avoiding Sandy's cooking. Freddie can't help but be Jealous of them.

"Did you get through to them hun?" Sandy asks as Freddie comes in and takes a seat at the dinner table. Freddie stares down at the barley recognizable pasta dish grimacing.

"Uh no, think their getting a Mackie D's" Freddie tells her. Sandy's face falls, she can't help but feel a bit worried that they haven't been in touch. She's distracted from her worried thoughts by the doorbell.

"Oh Joe love go get that will you?' Sandy asks him. Joe gets up quickly, happy to leave the burnt pasta dish, even if it is only to answer the door. Joe opens the door and is shocked by what he sees.

"Her bruv" Ziggy smiles his charming smile. He's stood leaning against to door post in a white shirt and jeans that his mum had brought up to hospital a few days ago – he was getting sick of that damn hospital gown showing off his, admittedly perfect ass. Joe stares at his younger brother, not quite believing that he's here. He hasn't stepped through that door in over two months, and he isn't meant to be for a few more days. Ziggy still looks sick, he's not been able to wear any fake tan since being at the hospital so his skins pale, he's got big bags under his eyes – which is weird as he's been asleep for over two months. Joe looks him up and down worried, he doesn't look well enough to be out of hospital yet.

"Did they discharge you early? You should've called I would of given you a lift" Joe tells him, concerned that Ziggy's had to make his own way back – he's only been awake for a few days, maybe a week. He still needs to get his strength back and his muscles back to normal.

"I discharged myself" Ziggy tries to grin but is too tiered too. All he wants to do is go sleep in his own bed. He never thought he'd miss it so much! Joe can barely contain his anger. Ziggys only just come back to them and goes and does something that stupid. Does he even want to get better Joe mutters to himself.

"Zig-" Joe begins but is cut off by Ziggy waving his hand tiredly.

"No lecture Joe, I'm too tiered" Ziggy pushes past his older brother and makes his way to the couch. Joe stands by the door, still shocked by Ziggys unexpected appearance.

Sandy's face lights up when she sees Ziggy. Her boy, finally home. She was ecstatic, until he told her that he discharged himself – now of course, she is angry and concerned for her sons well being.

"Look mum I said I was sorry," Ziggy moans as Sandy's still lecturing/ ranting at him. After twenty minuets of it he's began to tune her out. He know it was irresponsible to check himself out but he striked out with the nurse – which now makes it really awkward- plus he's tiered of the hospital and wants to be at home with his, albeit dysfunctional, family. "I just… I just need to be home," he tells her, too exhausted to argue anymore. Sandy softens at the hint of desperation in her sons voice, she wants him home just as much as he wants be home.

"Fine you can stay, but I want to go speak to the hospital as soon as dinners over" Sandy sternly tells him and Ziggy nods in agreement. By this time he'd agree to anything. "Right" Sandy sighs in relief, she didn't realise how much she'd needed to see her son home again, she'd been tense and worried for so long now she's almost forgot what its like to be happy. Seeing her son sat on the couch with his older brothers is one of those moments of happiness that has be sparse in Sandy's life ever since the explosion. "Come one, don't want dinner to get cold – Zig you go straight to bed after dinner" Sandy tells them, looking strictly at Ziggy who goes to protest then decides better of it. Sandy's stern look tells him as much as he needs to know, plus he's tiered enough to sleep for an entire month.

Robbie walks down the street outside Cameron's house for the fifth time. Is he really going to go ask for her help – he hates her. More than that he despises her. She's a fake creep and he can't help but think that she's up to something. Then again her and Jason are pretty close, despite Robbie's medaling, so if anyone knows where he is she might. As he walks down the street for the seventh time he's stopped by a big, shiny black van. Robbie bangs on the doors yelling at it to move. When it doesn't he angrily kicks at it then turns around, only to discover that he's been blocked in by another identical van. Shit Robbie thinks as a sense of immediate danger dawns on him. He has to get out of there now. Before he can even attempt an escape he feels two sets of strong arms restraining him. Shit, he thinks again as they start to drag him in the direction of the van. "GET OFF YOU NOBS" he yells, struggling with all his strength – kicking and trying to pull away. But their grips to tight, and they clumsily throw him into the back of the van, he hits his arm on the floor and quickly turns to try and get free but they just push him further in to the back. He growls at them as they shut the door on him. Trapping him in complete darkness.

The van stops abruptly, causing Robbie to hit his head hard on the back of the car. "OW!" he yells to the people driving, there's a wall built into the van so he cant actually see who's driving but he knows that they can hear him – he's had to put up with them talking about coffee and nunchucks for the whole journey. "YOU KNOW I'M GONNA NEED COMPENSATION FOR THAT" he yells again, rubbing his sore head. The door opens shedding light into the pitch black. Robbie blinks a couple of times, getting used to the new source of light, before he is roughly pulled out of the van and lead in to big wooden doors. He's lead down a hallway. The hallways filled with modern art hung on rich red walls. Robbie's muddy boots leave a trail on the cream marble floors. Who ever lives here is rich as hell. Robbie's lead past a curving staircase with a red carpet trailing up it and solid gold railing, he cant help but laugh, this guys obviously got a ton of money yet he spends it on crap art and solid gold railing. In Robbie opinion he's already a complete tosser, now he's a rich tosser with crap taste. Robbie's shoved into a lounge. It's got a massive flat screen TV, a view of the woodland outside of one window and a sofa with a threatening man sitting on it. Robbie concentrates on the only thing important in the room – the threatening man. The man, who was sitting watching rugby on the TV, is now standing and turning to face Robbie, not even bothering to turn off the TV.

"Hello Robert" the man says. Robbie gasps as his face hits the light, utter terror filling him. Normally Robbie's cocky in these sorts of situations, he doesn't show fear. But this man… this man is the definition of fear to Robbie. He's the thing that little kids are scared off hiding under their beds or in their closets. He's a monster.

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