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TRIGGER: this chapter contains mentions of eating disorders if you feel you may be affected please don't feel like you have to read it

Chapter 29:

Heath sighed as he watched Casey walk out the house, slamming the door as he did so. "What happened to keeping him here so we know he'll be around for his appointment?" Brax asked as he entered the kitchen.

"Well obviously I'm not as good at this as you" Heath grumbled, not in the mood to deal with any of his brothers today. "What's gotten you all worked up?" Brax asked, sensing his brother's annoyance.

"Nothing" Heath replied, moving over to the fridge to take out a beer. "Bit early for that don't you think? It's only 10am" Brax asked. "I think I deserve it" Heath replied, walking through to the living room and sitting down on the sofa. "And why's that?" Brax asked, sitting down next to him.

"Casey" was all Heath said before he opened his can and took a big drink. "Yeah, you don't have to get me started on that one" Brax sighed, he too was starting to feel the pressure of the last few days.

"And he's supposed to have a hospital appointment today but he just runs off" Heath said, feeling the frustration beginning to build up inside him. "He'll be back in time, don't worry" Brax told him.

"How do you know that?" Heath asked. "He left his phone on charge in his room, no doubt he'll need it and will come back for it" Brax explained and Heath could see the logic behind it. "Except what time does Nate want Casey at the hospital?" Heath asked, not wanting to keep them waiting all day.

"I text him earlier and he said any time between 11 and 4, which gives us plenty of time" Brax said. "And what are going to do if he refuses to come?" Heath asked. "I haven't got that far; hopefully we won't."

Casey walked down on to the beach, not having the energy to run which was frustrating him. He always had the energy to run. And he should have energy to run especially after last night when Brax had made him eat two slices of toast.

He'd felt sick to his stomach and knew he had to burn it off today.

That's what Brax would do. If he ate too much of something or something unhealthy he'd burn it off the next day. That's all Casey was doing so there was nothing wrong. He felt again over his stomach and could feel his ribs and the thinness of his body, but it didn't satisfy him.

He wasn't good enough. Nothing about him was good enough. Useless. Weak. Pathetic. Casey could feel the tears well up in his eyes and willed them not to fall. He'd never get his body right so what was the point in even trying.

He sat down in his little cave and went to pull out his phone before he realised he didn't have it. However looking for his phone brought his attention to his lower legs which were on show as he was wearing shorts.

He felt sick. They looked wrong. Really wrong.

He sighed and tried to push that thought to the back of his mind and focus on finding his phone. He checked in both his shorts pockets and felt in the pockets of his hoodie and still couldn't find it. He sighed and tried to think where he'd last had it.

Then he remembered and his breath got caught in his throat. He'd left it on charge. That meant he'd have to go home. But he didn't want to go home. He couldn't go home. They'd end up keeping him there. They'd see how useless he was and that he wasn't worth it.

But he needed his phone. They'll make you eat. He took a deep breath, willing himself to ignore the voice. He sighed and realised he needed his phone.

So he heaved himself up from the sand he was sitting on, stopping suddenly as his world spun, before staggering away and making his back home.

Casey quietly opened the door, peaking his head into the living room, checking to see if anyone was there. Thankfully there wasn't but he could hear voices coming from the kitchen. Tiptoeing through the living room, Casey silently made his way out into hall without being seen.

"Who was that?" Heath asked as he heard the front door open. "It'll probably be Casey, but don't pounce on him just yet, we'll wait until he comes back through" Brax explained, knowing that barging in his room and confronting him was the worst thing they could do.

Heath nodded, happy to take Brax's lead on things as his patience was wearing thin. He sighed and waited for Casey to reappear, knowing that no matter how they approached him it would still end in a confrontation.

They could hear Casey's bedroom door open again and Brax began walking forwards into the living room, making sure he'd be able to catch Casey before he left again.

Casey quickly unplugged his phone and made his way back out his room and into the hall. He began again to walk quietly down the hall and back into the living room. However he stopped dead when he came face to face with Brax.

"Case, mate, can we talk for a minute?" Brax asked, trying to keep his voice steady. "About what?" Casey asked, he too trying to keep his voice steady. "Look Case, Nate wants to talk to you today at the hospital" Brax told him calmly.

At the mention of 'hospital' Casey's already pale face paled even more to the point Brax thought he was going to pass out. "No, I'm not going" Casey said, his voice shaking and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

"Yes you are mate, so if your ready we're gonna go now" Brax told him. "No I'm not" Casey said this time more defiantly. "Yes you are" Brax replied, this time not willing to compromise with his brother.

Casey sighed and couldfeel the panic building up inside of him. He needed to get out. He wouldn't be able to leave. Where else could he go? Back to his room. Before anyone could say anything else, Casey bolted back to his room and locked the door.

"Casey!" Brax yelled, watching as his brother sprinted away from him. "Great plan Brax. Great plan" Heath mocked. "I'm not giving up yet, Kyle will be home soon anyways and he can help" Brax said, making his towards Casey's room.

"Case, mate, open up. I just wanna talk to you" Brax said as he knocked on the door. He was met with silence which didn't surprise him. "Case, please" Brax begged, knocking again on the door, knowing if Casey didn't open up now he'd need to call for help.

Heath could feel the frustration building up inside of him. He didn't have the patience or the will to deal with his brother. He watched as Brax stood there waiting. Why was he waiting? He should be doing something about this.

"Right Casey, if you don't open this door I'm gonna break it down!" Heath yelled, pushing Brax out the way. "Heath what the hell are you doing?" Brax demanded, pushing Heath back away from the door.

"He's not listening when you take the side approach and I've had enough!" Heath yelled. Brax sighed, this was the last thing they needed. "Heath just go and sit in the living room and let me deal with this" Brax told him calmly.

"But-" Heath protested. "Go to the living room!" Brax shouted, ending their argument there.

Casey paced his room; with every step the panic rising within him. They wanted him to go to hospital! Hospital! No hospital would ever be able to help him. No hospital would take him.

Too ugly. Too pathetic. Wrong. Not normal.

They've given up on you. They think you're worthless. Not good enough.

He clamped his hands down over his head, almost trying to push the thoughts out of his mind. He could hear an argument happening outside and knew he was the cause. They were arguing because of him.

He was to blame, for everything, and the thoughts wouldn't stop.

Brax sighed and rest his head against Casey's door. He wasn't opening up and Brax was running out of options. He considered trying to break down the door but knew that would badly for all involved.

He pulled out his phone and made the phone call he really didn't want to make.

Heath was pulled out of his thoughts by a knock on the door. He got up and opened the door, not expecting who was on the other side.

"I came as soon as I could" Nate said as he entered the house. "Where's Casey's room?" Nate asked. "Through there" Heath replied as he pointed towards the hall, still trying to understand why Nate had turned up.

This meant it must be serious.

"Hey mate, I'm sorry to have called you out of work" Brax greeted and Nate noted he looked stressed. "No don't worry about, it's clear something is seriously wrong and I want to help" Nate reassured. "Now run me through the situation quickly."

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