I go through security. They scan me, give me a change of clothes, towels and then walk me to my cell. It's plain and cold. One bunk bed, with mattresses so thin I don't think they count as mattresses. Their is a girl laying on the bottom bunk. She has pitch black hair and a small, skinny body, but she is very pretty.

"I'm Kate Janson, who are you?" she asks harshly.

"Willa" I state, putting my stuff on my top bunk.

I walk over and sit on the floor, leaning against the wall and sighing not tiredly.

"Willa who?" she questions.

I'm not answering, I don't think people finding out I'm a Braxton would end well. Who knows how many girls or girls' brothers we've put in here or hurt.

"Willa" I repeat.

"Alright, what you in for? I'm hear for assault, I beat my dad with a baseball bat" she shrugs.

"A bit of everything" I answer.

"Nice. You look like a rough girl. You gonna cause trouble? I'm use to it if you do, I'm from the most rough gang but don't sweat it I won't hurt you" she smirks.

"Oh yeah? What gang?" I ask.

"A couple of other girls have brothers in the gang. Rivers Hell. It's in Mangrove River" she declares.

Shit. I look at her in shock.

"That's right, Braxton. I sure as hell know who you are" she glares.

"Look, I'm not here to cause trouble alright? I shouldn't even be here" I scoff.

"You bet your ass you shouldn't be here, but I'm glad you are and so will other girls. Having a Braxton in here, this is going to be fun" she laughs.

"Listen to me, I don't care what the hell you girls wanna do to me. I don't care if you've had a bad history with my gang or my family. I don't give a fuck about anyone in here, I'm not here to make friends, I have them. I'm here because of your prick leaders" I yell madly.

"You watch your back Braxton" she glares standing up.

"You watch your mouth. Cause you're in a gang, but I'm a leader of one" I hiss.

I climb up to my bed and lay down, looking at the roof. She walks out and I sigh of relief. I'm not going to let anyone push me around in here, but I also need to keep my temper down, if I get into fights, I might have to stay here longer and that can't happen. Suddenly, a loud speaker goes off.

"Lunch. Lunch. Meet in the cafeteria now"

I get down and follow where everyone is going then arrive in the cafeteria. I get a lot of stares and hear a lot of whispers. Just like another day at school.

"Watch out Braxton, no brothers or gang to help you here" a girl threatens walking past.

I continue to eat my lunch, not letting her bother me.

"Braxton, your gang is the reason me and my brother are in Juvie. You better hope to god I don't loose my temper" another whispers.

I ignore them all, as much as I hate to do it. I know I have to. After my lunch, I walk up to a guard.

"When can I make a phone call?" I ask.

"You get three calls a day. Phones are over there" he answers.

"What if I wanna call my brothers, they're in jail" I state.

"Their own fault, you'll have to call someone else" he instructs.

"I don't have anyone else, please, can you just tell me how I can talk to them?" I sigh frustrated.

He looks at me and nods. I follow him to a phone and he dials a certain number, then passes it to me.

"When you wanna talk to them, just find me and I'll fix it" he explains.

"Thanks" I nod.

The phone is ringing.

"Who do you want to talk to from the Parramatta Correctional Centre?" the voice says.

"Darryl Braxton" I say.

"Wait one second" it responds.

I wait. A couple seconds and then, I hear his voice.

"Will" he sighs.

"Brax...how are you? Are you and the boys okay? Have the Wests done anything?" I question worried.

"We're all fine, we are sticking together. The Wests won't come near us, they know not to or then they'll get a longer sentence. Will, how are you?"

"I'm okay. People certainly have judgements about Braxton's" I chuckle nervously, but trying to make it a joke.

"Will, I'm sorry I let this happen-"

"Stop saying you are sorry. Please. I'm fine. Let's make a deal, I get three calls a day. I'm going to call you boys two times. I don't mind who I speak to. But, the other time I get a call I will speak to Matt or Seth. Is that okay?" I ask.

"Sounds perfect. Look, Will I gotta go. Be safe" he says.

"You too. Bye" I hang up the phone and fight the urge to cry.

Whilst I'm hear, I pin in Matts number and call him. After a while, it answers.

"Will, how are you?"

"I'm alright. I'm sorry I didn't get to say goodbye to you" I say.

"Hey, it's fine. We can just say hello when you get out"

"Yeah" I chuckle.

"So...are the beds comfy?" he jokes.

"Feel like a rock" I scoff.

He laughs and so do I.

"Hey, Seth's here, I'll put him on. I'll talk to you soon Will, love you"

"Yeah, you too" I smile.

"Hey Will. How you coping?" Seth asks.

"I'd be better if people stop asking me that" I lash out.

It's all silent and I sigh frustrated with myself.

"I'm sorry Seth, I didn't mean that. I'm just, tired and wanna come home. I wanna see you and Matt" I admit.

"Yeah, we wanna see you too. I'll wait for you" he says.

"Good, I don't want you guys to like find a better friend then me" I joke.

"Stop it, no one could be a better friend then you" Seth insists.

"Thanks Seth, look, I'm going to go. I'll talk to you soon though" I smile.

"Yeah, good hearing from you Will"

"You too, see ya" I hang up the phone, turning around and walking to my room.

"Called your brothers Braxton? Did you cry to them?" a blonde girl asks, the girl who said I got her and her brother in Juvie.

"What's your name?" I ask blandly.

"Harriet" she answers.

"Well, Harriet. Fuck off" I glare and then storm away.

I get to my room and I'm glad Kate's not here. I go up to my bed and lay down, looking at the blank ceiling.