There was light streaming through the window when Katy finally came round. She blinked several times, before closing her eyes and snuggling back down under the duvet. Katy wished that Ronnie wouldn't open her curtains in an attempt to force her out of bed. Whenever the teenager complained, her sister simply maintained her position on the morning being the best time of the day.

Rolling over, Katy sighed and decided that she might as well get up and see what was going on. It wasn't until she pulled herself into a seating position that the events of the night before hit the teenager square in the face.

"Oh my…" She muttered, staring around in horror.

This definitely wasn't her bedroom. It was bare; ripped and faded wallpaper on the walls, exposed floorboards on the ground and no more furniture than the bed she had slept in. Launching herself out of the bed, Katy flew to the door and started hammering on it with her fists, screaming for attention.

After a matter of minutes she heard the sound of a key scraping in the lock and the door was flung open, sending Katy stumbling backwards into the bed. For a second, she blinked up at the figure looming over her, before scrambling backwards towards the headboard. As her back banged into the metal frame, Katy rolled sideways and stood beside the bed, backing even further away from the door.

"Where am I?" Katy demanded, folding her arms over her chest. Her stomach was churning and the teenager thought she was actually going to be sick. "What do you want?"

"Like I'd tell you where we are." Paul smirked, folding his own arms and leaning against the doorframe.

"It's not as though I can call anyone, is it?"

He chuckled. "True, but I'm still not gonna take the risk. What d'you take me for? I know you, Mitchell; slippery as an eel."

"So? What do you want?"

"Nathan Parry's like a brother to me, in' he? And you've stolen his daughter."

"I ain't done anything!" Katy spat. "I keep telling you, she ain't his daughter! Why won't you listen?"

"Yeah?" Paul moved across the room, grabbing her by the shoulders and pushing her against the wall roughly. "You keep saying, but why is it that I don't believe you, eh?"

"Because you're a scumbag." She told him, glaring at the man in front of her.

"Yeah, well, you still owe me, Katy. So you're gonna pay me back before you have any chance of me letting you go."

Katy's eyes widened. "Pay you back? How! You've got me locked up in this shit hole!"

"Ways and means, Mitchell." He said with a chuckle. "Ways and means."

"I ain't doing anything illegal." Katy shot at him as Paul headed towards the door.

"Gone soft have you?"

She shook her head and crossed the floorboards quickly. "Nah, but I'm totally straight now. I've got a kid and a business to think about. I ain't risking the pigs fitting me up with anything."

"Gone soft then." He repeated. Katy knew that he was trying to get a rise out of her and said nothing. Her stomach was churning worse than ever. "Oh well, we'll soon toughen you up again."

"I think I'm gonna throw up." Katy muttered, retching and covering her mouth with her hand.

"Yeah?" Paul reached outside and threw a bucket into the corner of the room. "There you go."

Speechless, Katy looked at it. When she looked back at the door, it was closing and the key was being turned in the lock. She flew at it, hammering with her fists and kicking and screaming for all she was worth.

Finally she sank to the ground, exhausted, putting her head in her hands and breaking down completely. She sobbed loudly wondering what was going to happen next. She jumped to her feet and rushed across the room, leaning over the bucket and retching loudly.

After a couple of minutes, Katy sank back down onto the floor and curled her arms around her legs. She wondered why she felt so rotten. Yes, she was scared of what Paul might do to her and what he meant about having ways and means for her to pay him back, but that didn't explain why she felt as though her stomach was trying to force its way up her throat.

Leaning back against the wall, she closed her eyes, praying for the first time in years. She just wanted to go home to Ruby and her sisters and Tyler. Tyler… Katy banged her head against the wall, punishing herself for the way she'd treated him. He probably thought she'd gone off with Joey. She couldn't blame him; since she'd told Tyler about the kiss she had hardly made an effort to make it up to him.

Then a thought occurred to her. Horrified, she did some brief calculations in her head, widening her eyes as a realisation hit her. She swore, putting her head in her hands and burst into tears.

"Oi, stop making such a racket." Paul snapped, opening the door and entering with a tray. "Here… have some food."

"What? I'm a prisoner now, am I?" The teenager snapped, not bothering to look up.

"'Til I get what I'm owed, yeah."

As soon as the door was locked again, Katy pulled herself up and moved to look at what Paul had brought her. On the tray was a mug half-full of lukewarm tea and a plate with a single slice of toast. Briefly the teenager considered chucking the whole lot at the door. Then she sighed and snatched up the toast, taking a bite.

When she'd finished, Katy sat on the bed, and leant against the headboard. Sitting cross-legged she started picking at the light blue nail varnish that was already chipping off her fingernails. Her realisation just complicated things even more. She had to get out of here and back to her family. There was no way Katy could risk getting herself into trouble with the law now.

"Ronnie's gonna do her nut." She muttered to herself, smoothing one hand over her stomach.


A/N: AAAAANNNDDD she's back! And still in one piece. For now :)

Thank you so much for sticking with this story! I'm so glad that you're still enjoying it! There are going to be some MASSIVE surprises coming up, so watch this space!