Here is Chapter 2. Please let me know what you think please. Hopefully will update again today, if not tomorrow :).

It had been a few weeks since Cheryl dumped her youngest off to live with Brax. They hadn't herd from her and as much as this relieved Brax he knew, like Heath did when he first moved in, that Casey was still a bit put out because of it. "Heath, why don't you talk to Case, wouldn't you have liked someone who had been in your position previously to help you out?" Brax asked Heath one day. Heath rolled his eyes "Brax, I just want to go for a surf, I will later? Anyway, hes big enough and ugly enough to get through this on his own, I had to." Heath said rolling his eyes, he didn't have time to molly coddle his 8 year old brother, he had places to be.

Although Heath never spoke to Casey he was soon settled in in no time, much to Brax's relief.

Brax walked into work after dropping off his brothers at school, they had both been being a bit of a handful at school- typical Braxtons. It was nothing major and Brax found it slightly amusing, as long as they were in school and making the effort to finish he was happy. Once at work he began setting up tables, he was the only one there this early, he'd recently been made a supervisor so had to open up some days. He smiled as his best friend Ricky appeared at the door in her wetsuit, surf board tucked under her arm. "Its open" he called out to her, shaking his head slightly at his friend, who turned up at a place like Angelos in nothing more then a wetsuit? "Hey you" she grinned setting her board down "you want to shout me an orange juice" she almost stated rather then ask. Brax just laughed and handed her one. "Take it you're not paying?" he smiled, she raised her eyebrows as if to say 'are you serious?' Brax just chuckled. "How is it out there?" he asked wiping down the bar".

"Pretty good, you should come join me?"

As much as Brax wanted to he knew he couldnt, he had responsibilities now with the restaurant and looking after his brothers. He shook his head, with resentment, even though he knew his brothers were in a better place with him he did wish he had more time to act his age. "Sorry Ric, you know I can't" he mumbled.

"Ah come on, you've changed!" she laughed, sensing he wasn't in the mood she softened her tone, "How is it at home with the boys? You know you can always ask me to help, right?"

Brax smiled slightly, "I couldn't ask you to do that. Its fine Ric, we're coping. There a bit of a handful though, but you know what do I expect with a 15 and 8 year old in the house?" he scoffed. Ricky simple nodded in understanding. They talked for a while longer as Ricky finished her orange juice, when it was time for Brax to start working properly she left to go do whatever it was people his age did, Brax honestly couldn't remember anymore.

It was a busy afternoon, luckily he finished at 1 as he was on an open. This meant he could go for a surf and have some 'Brax' time before picking up his brothers. He was just heading out to the beach as his phone rang; unknown number. "Yep" Brax answered impatiently.

"Mr Braxton" a lady answered.

"Yep" he answered again, a bit more abruptly this time.

"I'm Mrs. Wilson, the secretary from Summer Bay High" she began, Brax wiped his face with his hand frustrated. He just wanted some piece and quite, just for a few hours. He stayed quiet so the woman continued. "Is it possible for you to pick up Heath, he's caused a disruption, hitting one of the older years. Mr. Hobbs has also suggested he doesn't come back for a couple of days, to cool off." Brax slammed his hands on the table. Typical.

"Yep" He said once again picking up his car keys and slamming the front door. Once at the school he picked up Heath and endured a conversation with the head. Once they were out of school premises Brax hit his brother over the head "What the-" Heath shouted, holding his hands up in defence.

"Dont even bother Heath," Brax interrupted, "What are you playing at, hay? I dont have time for your stupidness! People are going to start asking questions, do you want to end up in care again?" He asked, pushing his brother back in frustration, Heath just shook his head kicking a stone in front of him. "Worse of all, after your little show back there I can't even go for a damn surf." He grumbled, walking across to Summer Bay Prep. He waited for his brothers form to come out, ignoring Heaths impatient sighs.

Finally, after all the other kids had come out Casey appeared, teacher with him. Brax sighed, 'here we go again' he thought.

"Mr. Braxton, I'm Miss McDonald, we met briefly when Casey started a few weeks back." She began. "Yep, I remember" Brax sighed again, "Whats this one done now?" he asked nodding at Casey, who looked at the ground. "Well, I thought I'd just come and speak to you today, as Casey has been particularly naughty today, hes really acting out. Maybe you could speak to him? As hes disrupting other members of the class which really isn't fair".

"Will do, Miss, ta" he said gruffly turning to go. The teacher touched his arm softly,

"I know your situation isn't ideal Mr. Braxton, but please control him, and if your struggling we have great help here at school". She said kindly. Brax forced a slight smile.

At home Brax sat his brothers down, both hands on the kitchen table, "Whats wrong with you pair of fruit loops," He demanded, causing his brothers to laugh slightly. In fact, every time they looked at one another the brothers began giggling. Brax slammed his hands on the table "I mean it, if you want to stay here you need to do something about your behaviour. I have a life of my own" he shouted in frustration, causing the boys to look down. Brax sighed, "Get on with your home work the pair of you, and not a peep" he said turning around, flicking the TV on. Casey and Heath began their homework, occasionally kicking each other under the table and giggling, Brax chose not to give them the attention, he felt like giving up somedays. What was the point? He couldn't control them, his parents really had let him down. He'd just have to keep trying, he loved his brothers and couldn't let them down like his parents had.