Chapter7 Stacking the Odds

Sorry about the delay in this update, a combination between school work and writers block. Anyway I'll shut up and write.

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Sands lay on his bed smoking after Jason left. He was contemplating getting up to get something to eat but he couldn't be bothered. He felt quite content at the moment. Sands was feeling rather at piece with the world, a feeling that was totally unknown to him.

He felt the urge to sleep overwhelm him. He made himself sit up; he wasn't going to allow sleep ruin this usual almost out of character good mood. It wasn't that Sands had a negative perceptive of the world by choice. Sands had been given very little chance to see the good of the world. Nothing had ever really been given to Sands, he had to fight for everything. The world through Sand's eyes was a very dark and cold place.

Sands couldn't remember very much about his childhood although it somehow still managed to torment him. Anything that he did remember he forced himself to push from his mind. When he slept he was unable to fight off the nightmares or rather the memories.

He yawned and dragged himself from his bed so he could go downstairs and make some, strong black coffee. Part of him wished he could just left himself drift off into a peaceful sleep to match his current mood but he knew there was no way that was going to happen so there was no point wishing it would.

When he reached the bottom of the stairs he stopped dead in his tracks, something was wrong. He could sense it straight away by the way her "mom and dad" were looking at him. "What's going on?" he demanded.

Lisa sighed. Sands may have caused her a lot of problems; she knew she and her husband were simply not able to give Sands the help he needed. She knew she was doing the best thing for him she couldn't help feeling a little guilty with a small part of her wondering if she was just trying to tell herself she was doing the best thing for him to stop herself feeling so guilty.

"Well?" Sands repeated coolly after a few minutes had passed with no answer. Sands breath caught at the back of his throat when he saw Emma sitting in the corner of the room. The realisation clicked in, he was being kicked out again.

A cold feeling ran through him, he couldn't go back there he wasn't going back there! He hated them, he fucking hated them. Although in a way he wasn't surprised he should have known they were going to throw him out. That cold sinking feeling of feeling totally alone was returning. The only think stopping him freaking out there and then was Jason.

After another agonising two minutes of silence Emma realised Lisa was in no state to handle this situation. She knew it would be for the best if she just got this over with. "Sheldon I'm going to have to ask that you come with me," Emma said in a gentle but non patronising tone.

"No, no you can't fucking do this you bitch," Sands yelled backing away from her.

"Come on Sheldon don't make this any harder than it needs to be," she warned firmly but gently. Emma saw that Lisa was about to speak. She shot her a look that clearly indicated her not to. She knew that anything Lisa said would more than likely make things worse.

"No point sitting there acting like you give a shit. Don't bother trying to tell yourself you might actually care. Just admit it you can't wait to get me out of here. Your lives will be so much easier once I'm gone," he hissed.

Lisa just let out a choked sob which earned her a scornful look from Sands.

Lisa lead him out to her car silently

Sands couldn't be bothered fighting. He got into the car silently. He let his hair fall into his eyes as he looked out the window. He saw Jason staring at him and shouting something at him.

"Stop," Sands yelled at Lisa as she began to drive away.

"No Sheldon, come on now," she said clearly not understanding why he wanted her to stop or maybe she did, either way he knew she had no intention of stopping the car.

Jason watched as Sands sped from him what was going on? Sands was leaving, why hadn't he told him? He stood staring at the road not able to take it in.