The next day, Sammie woke up feeling slightly panicked. She quickly got changed out of her pyjamas, pulling on a pair of denim shirts and a black tank top. She ran through to the main part of the house, disappointed when she didn't see the middle Braxton brother there, as she had expected. Disheartened, she went into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee, not really wanting to drink it, but she had to do something to keep her mind off her family issues. At that moment, her mother walked into the kitchen, still in her dressing gown, her hair hanging limply over her shoulders.
"You're up early darling." She said, her voice eerily happy.
"I didn't exactly sleep well." The youngest Braxton replied to her mother's comment, taking a sip of her luke-warm coffee.
"Me either." Cheryl replied. "I can't believe your stupid brother, always getting himself caught by the cops." She spoke rudely of her middle son. At that moment, Brax and Heath both walked into the kitchen, Heath looking worn out.
"Heath!" Sammie ran to her older brother and hugged him tightly, extremely glad to have him home.
"Hey Sam!" Heath didn't exactly return the hug, but instead patted his sisters back lightly, a bemused look on his face.
"Are you hungry?" She fussed. "You look tired, are you tired? Would you like me to cook you some breakfast? What about you Brax? Are you hungry?"
The three adults laughed, it was typical of the youngest Braxton to want to cook for her brothers when there was a problem.
"I'm fine thanks Sam-wich." He smiled, using the familiar nick-name that he knew she hated. "Fancy going for a surf though." He looked at Brax, and then back to Sammie. "You fancy it?" He asked the both of them.
"I would love to." Sammie gleamed, so relieved that everything seemed to be back to normal. "I'll go see if Casey's up." She passed both her brothers and her mother, and went toward Casey's room.
"Case?" She knocked. "Casey are you in there?" There was a quiet grunt from her brothers room, and she took that as a hint to enter. Casey was still in bed…typical.
"Hey lazy, you wanna coming surfing with me, Heath and Brax?" She asked hopefully.
"Nghh." Was the only reply she got, and she took it as a no. Casey was always a grump in the mornings, well, he was always a grump period.
As three of the four Braxton siblings walked toward the beach, surf boards hung casually under their arms, they sure were a sight to see. The two men were muscle bound and tanned, their chiselled faces and messy hair only adding to their already Adonis features. The girl, obviously a few years younger, was almost as tall as her two brothers, and despite her young age, had a perfect hourglass figure, back length blonde hair, baby blue eyes and sharp cheekbones, with an upturned nose. They certainly were a good looking family. In fact, no-one in Summer Bay could stop looking at the three beautiful figures. Not just because of their appearances, but also, because the night before, two of them were caught up in a big fight, at Angelo's.
News like this spread fast in Summer Bay, and was taken very seriously by the inhabitants. The people who lived there were not happy to see the two men strolling so casually down to their beach.
"Why is everybody looking at us?" Sammie asked naively.
"Well…" Brax began. "We might have got into a bit of trouble last night.""Trouble?" Sammie stopped dead in her tracks. "What do you mean trouble? Were you guys in a fight."
"Look it wasn't out fault. They just had a problem with us being there." Heath chipped in.
"Yeah? I wonder why?" Sammie spat her words at her two brothers. "Why can't you just stay out of trouble."The two boys looked at their sister sheepishly. It was always the same thing every time either of them got in trouble with the police.