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So, yet another chapter. Enjoy x

Chapter 2 – Arrested

I was woken by a loud clanging. I rolled over and fell off the bed onto the floor. Strangely, it wasn't soft carpet that I landed on but solid concrete.

"What the hell." I sat up and looked round me. I groaned, yet another police holding cell. I didn't remember being arrested for anything. The hangover was clouding my mind big time.

"Masen. Breakfast." A tray was shoved through the open doorway. I spied runny scrambled eggs and overdone toast. Appetising. I grabbed at the food and began to shovel it down my neck, I was starving. Suddenly, the hand holding the toast stopped halfway to my mouth.

Flashback

The pub was busy and plenty of people were buying. I'd sold almost half the tablets that were in the pocket of my combats. The roll of notes felt huge as it sat in the inside pocket of my jacket. I was flying from adrenaline, and the odd beer.

A cold gust of wind hit me from behind as police in riot gear rushed in. A raid! I swiftly ducked down the stairs at the back of the lounge hoping to get out through the cellar.

"Well well, Mr Masen. In a rush are we?" Great. I was shoved up against the stone wall while the officer patted me down. I felt a hand being shoved into my pocket. "Oh dear, bit much for personal use. Edward Masen, I'm arresting you for possession with the intent to supply a class A drug." I felt the cold steel of the handcuffs being snapped onto my writs. Just as I was being led back up the stairs I tripped.

End flashback

Fabulous. Not only had I been arrested, but I'd also managed to knock myself out. Way to go Ed.

"Masen! Up and at 'em." The policeman who'd collared me in the pub was stood in the doorway of my cell. I made my way over to him and he led me to an empty interview room. I sat in the hard metal chair while he sat on the other side of the desk. I watched as he went through the motions of putting a tape in the recorder and stating who was in the room and why. "Well, Edward. Where did you get the ecstasy?"

"No comment."

"You were caught with 53 tablets and over four hundred pounds in your possession. I want to know who you're dealing for. This is way out of your league."

"No comment."

"Look kid. If you don't tell me you're off to Feltham (A/N: Feltham is a young offenders institute just outside of London. It has a bad rep.) for a while."

"What do I get if I do tell you? People after me with weapons, thanks but no thanks. I'll take my chances inside."

"Edward. Think about it. You honestly think they care about you? All they care about is money, and you've just lost them four hundred quid. Their not going to forget that."

"Whatever." A knock on the door stopped his next question. He stood and stepped out of the room for a while. I pulled a cigarette out of the packet in front of me, lit it and leaned back in the uncomfortable chair. I could hear voices distantly as they talked about me. I watched the smoke spiral towards the yellow ceiling. I could see cracks in the paint between the strip lights that flickered at either end.

"Edward. You are one very lucky boy. Someone up there must like you." PC Plonker sat back down. "You are still being charged, but you will not be having your day in court. Instead you will moving into a new youth hostel designed to help youths such as yourself. New Directions is designed to be the final step before incarceration so don't think you are getting a easy ride." He passed a sheet of paper over to me. I saw an address and a contact name. "You're to be there at ten am tomorrow. Don't be late, or it will mean a stay at Feltham for you." He escorted me to collect my belongings, minus tablets and money, and made sure that I left.

I headed back to Emmett's where I was staying. I was assaulted as soon as I walked in.

"You complete and total dick." Rosalie shouted in my face. "Fucking drugs! What were you thinking? Don't answer that, I really don't want to know."

"Hey Rose, calm down." Emmett took hold of her arm and pulled her gently away from me. "You'll wake Morgan up." She glared at me. "Look Ed man. If you're getting involved in James' crap, you can't stay here." Emmett couldn't quite look me in the eye.

"I'm not, and I won't be."

"What you mean? You going back to your mum?" Rose looked at me sadly.

"Nope, I gotta go to some hostel for the next three months or else it's Feltham. I gotta be there tomorrow morning. Worse than probation."

"Well, maybe someone there can sort you out. You're out of control. You never used to be like this." Rosalie's tone was still cutting.

"Says the single mum." I couldn't stop myself and regretted the words as soon as they were out of my mouth. "Shit, Rose-"

"Piss off you little wannabe. Yes, I'm a single mum, but I've got something to think about other than getting wasted and being a complete wanker. You need to realise that your life is seriously heading down the toilet. Get yourself straight before you end up as someone's bitch inside." She slapped me in the face before storming into the kitchen.

"You're out of line Ed. You've already pushed your mum away, don't do it to your real friends too." Emmett went to calm Rose down.

I went into the spare room to gather my stuff. Once I had everything, I left the flat without saying goodbye to anyone.