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Chapter 25:

Heath and Bianca walked the path to the beach, both of them processing recent events. Heath was being unusually quiet and Bianca knew that he was struggling to accept what was happening to Casey, despite the jokes he made.

"Heath?" Bianca asked. "Yeah?" Heath questioned, snapping out of his trance. "What do you think?" Bianca asked, mentally kicking herself the minute the words left her mouth. What a stupid thing to ask.

"Think about what?" Heath asked, even though he knew exactly what Bianca was talking about. "Don't act like you don't know" Bianca said, not in the mood for one of Heath's games. Heath sighed and stopped at the end of the path, jumping up to sit on the fence.

Bianca joined him and they watched the waves. "You want the truth B?" Heath asked. "That would be nice, yes" Bianca replied, sarcasm evident in her tone. "I really don't know how to feel about Casey" Heath admitted.

Bianca nodded, she knew Heath had never been good with emotions. "I know but it's important that you have feelings about what's happening as well, Casey isn't just Brax's little brother, he's yours too."

Heath listened to Bianca's words and he knew that she was right. He needed to start opening his eyes, just like Ricky had said. "I know B, I know. Which is why I'm going to try and help Brax out a bit more" Heath told her.

"I love you" Bianca sais, resting her head and Heath's shoulder. Heath put his arm around her shoulder and kissed her forehead. "I love you too B."

Casey sat there, playing in the sand with a little stick he'd found. Well, it wasn't really what you would define as playing. He'd found it and was now angrily running it through the sand.

His life was a mess.

He had no idea what Kyle had actually done, although he was pretty sure he'd gone to Brax. Brax. Another one of his problems. He never wanted to go home. He couldn't face Brax after what he'd done.

But would Brax want to face him?

Casey felt tears prick his eyes. Brax. What if Brax was too ashamed. What if he was too embarrassed to call Casey his brother. Oh he already is. Why do you think he hasn't come out to find you.

Casey scrunched his eyes up. Willing the voice and tears to go away. He felt so exhausted and so drained. Why didn't anyone tell him it was going to be this hard? But that wouldn't stop him. He needed to do this, to look like Brax. Because maybe then he wouldn't feel so ashamed and embarrassed to call Casey his brother.

Brax was still sat on the sofa, staring at the turned off tv in front of him. He felt numb and he felt exhausted. Casey had taken every single bit of strength he had and still they hadn't managed to fix anything. In fact he had just gotten worse.

He sighed and stood up, stretching out his back. Deciding that he needed to do something to take his mind off Casey. He looked into the kitchen and saw that no one had done the washing up. Perfect.

He started the washing up, trying to do anything but think about Casey. But he was unsuccessful. It's all he could think about. Whether he wanted to or not.

The washing up didn't take him long and soon enough Brax found himself with once again, nothing to do. Nothing to do except worry about Casey.

He wanted to go out and look, however knew that if Casey was to come home, he needed to be there for him.

"Where do you think he'll have gone?' Kyle asked Ricky, hiding the tremble in his voice. "I honestly have no idea" Ricky replied as they searched the streets. She still felt bad for shouting at Brax, however she knew he needed to hear it.

"How you holding up?" Ricky asked Kyle. She knew he was still shaken up by earlier events. "I'm fine, I'm just mainly worried about Casey" Kyle admitted. He just still couldn't believe that Casey had punched him.

"It was his eyes" Kyle said. Ricky frowned. "His eyes?" Kyle nodded. "Yeah, Casey's eyes when he punched me. They weren't full of anger, they were full of fear" Kyle explained, hoping Ricky would understand where he was coming from.

Ricky listened to what Kyle was saying and felt her heart break a little. Casey was still so young and still so vulnerable; it wasn't fair. "Come on, we need to find him."

"Do you think we should get to work finding Casey?" Bianca asked, noticing they'd been sitting on the fence for quite sometime. "I'm quite enjoying just sitting here" Heath admitted. Bianca lifted her head from Heath's shoulder and glared at him. "But I do think we need to find Casey.'

Bianca smiled as she jumped down from the fence, closely followed by Heath. "So where should we look then?" Heath asked, wanting Bianca to take the lead. "I think we should split up" Bianca told him.

"Why would we do that?" Heath asked. "So we have a better chance of finding him" Bianca said. The reluctant look on Heath's face told her everything. "Listen if we both haven't found him in an hour, we'll meet back here, okay?" Bianca suggested. "Okay" Heath replied, kissing Bianca before walking away in the opposite direction.

Bianca smiled as Heath walked away before turning around herself and walking off to find Casey. She tried to think where Casey would go. She knew for a fact it wouldn't be anywhere out in the open, Casey wasn't that much of a public person.

Which meant he must be in the dunes; hiding.

Bianca trekked through the hills, ignoring the sand that was slowly building up in her shoes. She knew that if they didn't find Casey now Brax would end up calling the police, which would end badly for all involved.

Bianca was about to give up and look in the other direction when she saw a tuft of brown hair. She moved closer and saw that the hair belonged to a figure laying down in the sand. She ran towards the figure, the worst case scenario immediately running through her head.

"Casey!" Bianca shouted as she jumped down into the ditch.

"Bianca?" Casey asked, shocked to see her. "Casey! Oh thank god" Bianca exclaimed, sitting down next to Casey. "Bianca what are you doing here?" Casey asked, utterly confused. "I came to find you and I succeeded" Bianca said.

She looked Casey up and down, and couldn't quite believe how bad he had got. Casey looked awful. He looked frail, weak, exhausted and annoyed. The bags under his eyes looked like he'd been punched and his clothes hung off him.

"What's going on with you Case?" Bianca asked, noticing Casey's red and bloodshot eyes. He'd definitely been crying. "Nothing" Casey replied, keeping his guard up. "Why did you punch Kyle?" Bianca asked, feeling like she could get somewhere with Casey.

"He got in the way" Casey told her, finding the sand remotely more interesting than Bianca. "In the way of what?" Bianca asked, as far as she was concerned Kyle was just doing his job. "Everything" Casey replied.

Before Bianca could reply, she noticed something on Casey's arm. As Casey raised his hand to brush it through his hair, the sleeve of his t-shirt moved up to reveal small, angry red lines on his forearm.

What the hell had Casey done?

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