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Chapter 2
A stout and muscular, slightly balding man, walked out of the prison doors towards the administrator's office to retrieve his belongings and clothes he had left behind when he had been placed inside the confined metal-guarded walls of the cold prison, some eight years before for armed robbery and drug trafficking.
He had only one thing on his mind since being placed in solitary confinement and that was to coalesce with his fellow inmate that had been transferred to another solitary confinement unit in the prison, but had been release, just weeks before.
Together they had planned to seek revenge on the one who backstabbed them in prison and sent them to the solitary confinement.
To them, Kyle Bennett had to pay, even if it meant risking another stint inside; even life inside. They were determined to end Kyle if it was the last thing they did.
"Morning mate," Brax greeted Kyle as he entered the kitchen.
"You're up a bit early, aren't ya? Not feeling hung-over from last night?"
Kyle shook his head.
"Don't remind me. Those boy's nights are something, but at least I'm not still hunched in bed like some people," Kyle answered.
Brax smirked, "Heath still not up then?" he joked.
Kyle shook his head.
"As much as I enjoy our boy's night, I'll be glad to see Phoebe again. I do hope the girls had a nice time at that luxury clinic," Kyle commented.
Brax nodded, "Knowing Ricky and Bianca they would have basked in the glory of it, but I'm not so sure about Phoebe wanting to relax, being the party girl type," Brax replied.
"She might surprise you," Kyle said.
"Hey, you want some toast and eggs?" he added.
"Thanks mate," Brax replied, taking a seat at the table and waiting for Kyle to dish out some eggs on toast.
"What are you two mumbling about and why is everyone so cheerful this morning?" Heath groaned.
Heath was dressed in only his boxers, with his hair all disheveled and a drowsy look on his face.
"Look what the cat dragged in. Now there's someone that has trouble holding their liqueur," Brax stated.
"Hey: I can't help being tired after having a bit to drink," Heath protested.
"Here: get this into ya. You don't want Bianca coming home and seeing you like this," Brax said, offering his brother some toast.
"Not like she hasn't seen worse," Heath mumbled, "Hey where's Casey?"
"Got up early this morning to go for a surf before opening the gym," Kyle replied.
"Well that's a sure way to get rid of a hang-over. Guess the kid's good for something," Heath commented.
"Speaking of opening; I better get to Angelo's. Can't have anymore unhappy customers today," Brax stated.
"See you later," Kyle fare-welled.
"Yeah, see ya big fella," Heath grumbled.
Soon after, the door swung open, revealing the girls: Ricky, Bianca, and Phoebe.
"Hi: all Braxtons!" Phoebe called out in a cheer.
"Phoebe!" Kyle exclaimed; unable to withhold his smile.
"Missed you too, Kyle," Phoebe sung; wrapping her hands around Kyle's neck, where the two then shared a passionate kiss.
"Definitely smells like a boy's night in here," Bianca announced.
Ricky smiled, "Who could forget the smell of beer, pizza, and a whole lot of testosterone."
"Come here babe," Heath called.
Bianca approached her partner and the two hugged and kissed.
"Did you boys have a good night?" Bianca asked.
"Yep: with minimal fighting too," Heath replied; snaking his arm around Bianca's waist.
"Oh Ricky, Brax said to tell you he had to open up but he'd see you later," Kyle explained.
"Said he didn't miss ya bossing him around," Heath smarted.
Ricky raised her brow, challenging Heath's bluff.
"Maybe I'll just have to see about that," Ricky implied.
"Don't go saying that," Bianca scolded, tapping Heath on the chest.
Heath laughed, "No, you know the big fella loves ya Rick. In fact you did just miss him."
Kyle made a grab for Phoebe's bag.
"And here comes the bus boy," Heath teased.
Kyle gave Heath a glare.
"It's more than I can say for you; Bianca's bags are still on the floor," Kyle smarted.
"Yeah: alright. You've been hanging around Case too long, you're getting a mouth on ya," Heath said, getting up and making his way over to where Bianca's bags were and picking them up then made his way out to his Ute so Bianca and him could go back to Irene's.
A while later Ricky made her way into Angelo's, smiling at Brax as she made her way towards the bar.
"You're a sight for sore eyes," Brax commented; leaning over to kiss his partner.
"Save the flattery; Heath already told me you didn't miss me," Ricky played.
"Guess I'll have to have words with him," Brax announced, punching his fist into his palm.
"How could I not miss such a beauty?"
"Okay, now you're scaring me tough guy," Ricky laughed.
"What's say you and I have a little time to ourselves tonight? I'm sure Kyle and Phoebe would appreciate a night together, and well Casey: I can kick him out for awhile."
Ricky smiled at the opportunity to spend the night with her love.
"Are you sure Casey would be up for that?"
"He'd be up for it, if I say he's up for it," Brax affirmed.
"Hey Ricky," Casey greeted, as he walked into Angelos.
"Hey Case. We were just talking about you," Ricky said.
"Yeah: what?" Casey queried.
"How was your surf this morning?" Brax asked.
Casey gave his brother a questioning look and glanced between him and Ricky.
"You can't have been talking about my surf," Casey implied, "What's going on?"
"I want you to get out of the house for a little while tonight," Brax explained.
"Why?" Casey protested.
"I don't need a reason Casey; just do it," Brax said; remaining firm.
"No, not until you tell me why," Casey argued.
"Casey, you're staying out of the house tonight, or so help me I'll drag you out," Brax stated.
"Here: take forty bucks and go catch a movie," Brax pushed, handing Casey two twenty dollar notes.
Casey held the notes but glared at them before looking back up at his brother.
"No Brax, you can't kick me out of my house without giving me a reason why?" Casey demanded.
Brax sighed in frustration.
"Why do you have to make things difficult? It's because, Casey: Ricky and I want to spend some time together; is that so much to ask?!"
Ricky placed her hand on Brax's chest to calm him.
"Brax, it's alright, we can have our special night another time," Ricky assured softly.
It was then that Casey got the drift of why his brother wanted him out.
"Fine I'll go out so you can both have your 'night'. Who'd want to sit at home and listen to his brother and girlfriend doing it; augh, that's just gross!" Casey exclaimed.
Casey shoved the money into his pocket and walked out of the restaurant.
"Well that went well," Ricky said.
"Bloke's surrounded by all his brothers having girlfriends, guess it can get frustrating for him. The right girl just hasn't come along yet," Brax replied.
"I had better go. See you later tonight at home," Ricky whispered in a playful tone and leaned up to kiss Brax one last time.
"You know I'm looking forward to it," Brax smiled.
Ricky turned to leave, feeling full of glee.
Kyle and Phoebe walked hand in hand along the beach, taking in the glowing orange sunset, crashing waves and shiny golden sand.
"Kyle, Phoebe!" They heard a call from behind them.
Oscar chased up the sand towards the couple with a flier in his hand.
"Hi Oscar," Phoebe said with a surprised smile.
"Hi, what's going on?" Kyle asked.
"I wanted to see if either of you would be interested to attend the High School fundraiser that Evie and I are setting up on the beach tonight? It's to raise funds for better school supplies. There will be a barbecue, music, dancing; you name it," Oscar explained.
Phoebe raised her eyebrows.
"Sounds like fun, huh Kyle?"
Kyle wasn't one to oppose to helping out in times of need but he'd been hoping to spend the night with Phoebe, seeing as she had been away in the city for a few days.
"Phoebe and I kind of had plans for tonight, sorry Oscar," Kyle apologised.
"We did; since when?" Phoebe questioned.
"Well okay, just let me or Evie know if you change your minds; we'd love to see you there," Oscar said, smiling.
Oscar turned and began walking away.
Phoebe jumped at Kyle, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Since when did we have plans?"
"Since, I wanted to spend some time with you tonight," Kyle answered; leaning in to kiss his bubbly girlfriend.
The couple's moment was interrupted when Kyle felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Kyle pulled away from Phoebe and took his phone out to check who had sent him a message.
"It's Brax. He said that he wants us out of the house tonight," Kyle said.
Phoebe cheekily smiled.
"I guess that means we can go to the festival after-all. I could do with a sing-a-long!" Phoebe exclaimed, showing her excitement in a hand clap and cheer.
Kyle smiled, despite feeling defeated. Phoebe hastily clicked her fingers.
"Hey: you don't suppose they'll let us perform?" she asked, with much hopefulness.
"Phoebe, no; I'm out of practice," Kyle implied.
Phoebe moved backwards and smiled.
"All the better to get back into practice then, Kyle," Phoebe teased and began jogging backwards.
"Phoebe, no: Phoebe!" Kyle yelled.
Phoebe quickly ran up the beach to catch up to Oscar as Kyle chased after his girlfriend.
"Too late, Kyle!" Phoebe yelled.
Phoebe was too far in front of the newest Braxton to catch her and he noticed Phoebe talking to Oscar.
Kyle silently smiled and shook his head; how could he argue with someone like Phoebe: she was his soul-mate.
"So you saying there's no sign of Kyle Bennett in Melbourne?" the recently released prisoner questioned.
"No, not a sight of him, but I'll keep digging. I have been laying low since my release but it seems Kyle has taken off; almost like he doesn't want to be found," answered the shorter and scruffier ex-prisoner.
The two prison mates had met up in a side alley where drug deals used to be passed between the well-known gangs of Melbourne.
"Well he had better be found! I want Kyle Bennett dead!" the strong-willed, ex-prisoner stated.
"If it wasn't for that worthless waste of space, I'd have gotten out of that hell hole of a prison years ago. When Kyle got released those guards ganged up on me. I'll never forget the beating they gave the day Kyle ratted on me."
The shorter man nodded, "He got us both, but at least I got out of there a few weeks early."
"Where-ever you're hiding Kyle Bennett, we'll find you," the older prisoner growled.
The red flames of the bonfires and coloured lights lit up the grainy, golden sand. Streamers hung over the stands and tables, and a wide stage had been set up along the beach's edge, over-looking the soft flow of the shimmering waves.
Speakers and microphones were hooked up to the stage and music was already playing when Phoebe and Kyle arrived.
Phoebe skipped along the sand cheerfully, swinging her hand in Kyle's.
"Isn't this just great?!" she exclaimed.
"Phoebe, Kyle!" Evie yelled.
"I'm so glad you both came and decided to participate. We have another few acts on before you guys, so just enjoy the night," Evie said smiling.
Phoebe shrugged and dragged Kyle along the beach.
"Come on Kyle; let's party!" Phoebe let go of Kyle's hand and began dancing and bouncing around.
Kyle smiled at his exuberant girlfriend and bopped along with her in the moonlight.
"Okay, next up we have our very own Summer Bay musicians: Kyle Braxton and Phoebe Nicholson!" Evie announced through the microphone and clapped.
The people gathered along the beach cheered and clapped as Phoebe and Kyle made their way on stage.
"How is everyone tonight?!" Phoebe screamed out through the microphone, "Are you ready to have some fun?!"
Kyle picked up the guitar on the stage and side glancing over at Phoebe.
"Let's get this party going with our song," Kyle said.
"Woo!" Phoebe yelled and went straight into singing as Kyle strummed along on his guitar.
Phoebe and Kyle shared a glance; this was exactly where the young couple belonged: performing on stage with their music.
After Casey had gone to the movies, he noticed a flyer for the fundraiser down at the beach and made his way towards the scene. Casey stood by watching his brother and girlfriend rock the stage.
Phoebe ended on a high note for the song and done a fast jog on the spot to finalise her performance.
"That's it for us everyone. Thanks for listening and enjoy the rest of your night!" Kyle yelled through his microphone.
Kyle placed down the guitar and Phoebe leapt into Kyle's arms as they walked off stage.
"That was wonderful!" Phoebe cheered.
"Yeah, it was. I guess I have missed performing with you," Kyle confessed.
"See Kyle; I know what's good for us," Phoebe chimed.
"Hey, good show," Casey commented; approaching the couple.
"Hey Casey," Kyle greeted.
"Hey: and thanks. Would you believe Kyle didn't want to do that in the first place?" Phoebe added, pointing towards the stage.
Casey shrugged, "Yeah I could see that."
"What did you get up to tonight? I take it Brax kept you out of the house too," Kyle pressed.
"Yeah, went to the movies," Casey replied.
"Why don't you hang with us for the rest of the night and have some fun?" Phoebe suggested.
Brax sat down on the couch with a beer and handed Ricky a glass of champagne. "Couldn't think of a better way to spend my night than with the girl I love," Brax murmured softly.
Ricky rested her hand on Brax's chest, taking a sip of her drink.
"Well I guess I feel pretty lucky then," she replied.
Brax leaned down, holding Ricky tight in his arm and gently kissed her. The two turned their attention onto the television and watched in silence for a short while before making the decision to head into the bedroom.
After much love was shared, Brax and Ricky laid next to each other in the crispness of their pale blue sheets; snuggling and gazing into each other's eyes with a smile.
"I think I'm gonna get in a shower before the boys get back," Brax stated; giving Ricky a cheeky smile as he sat up in the bed.
Ricky stared up at Brax's bare chest and wriggled up in the bed.
"Is there room for two?" Ricky enquired; her smile as sly as Brax's.
Within seconds Brax had stood up, and tossing a towel around his naked body, threw one in Ricky's direction, allowing the blonde to shift out of the bed and wrap the towel around herself.
Brax and Ricky playfully raced to the bathroom across the hall, where Brax encased her with his strong arms and the two fell against the tile wall. Ricky let out a loud laugh before the two passionately kissed.
Brax pulled out of the kiss to reach around Ricky to turn on the shower tap, to which Ricky playfully tapped Brax's chest in insult.
Brax released Ricky's towel and his own, causing them to fall on the floor and the two stepped into the shower, allowing the water to run over the both of them.
Heath and Bianca snuggled together on the couch at Irene's.
"You know I missed you right?" Heath said softly.
Bianca smiled at her husband.
"You don't need to keep telling me. Besides I know what you Braxton's are like: not showing your feelings much and that's okay. Just as long as you show plenty of love to our little one," Bianca cooed.
Heath rubbed his hand over Bianca's stomach, grateful that they had finally been able to fall pregnant after the first baby had miscarried and knowing they had passed the three month mark, the couple had high hopes for the rest of the pregnancy.
"Hello darls. Welcome home Bianca; did you have a nice time in the city?" Irene greeted as she walked into the house, placing her bag on the counter.
"Yes Irene it was great, thank you."
"Hi," Olivia greeted.
Hunter had his arm around Olivia and the young teens gently kissed.
"Oi, you need to get yourself cleaned up missy, if you want your young boyfriend to hang about for a bit; be thankful I'm letting you two hang out, after your little barnacle at the diner today," Irene ordered.
Olivia smiled, she was covered in cake from when another young girl in her year; Chelsea, threw cake at her and started a food fight when Olivia confronted her about her flirting ways with her boyfriend Hunter; needless to say Irene had not been impressed.
"I'm very grateful, Reenie," Olivia sung and hugged her foster carer.
"Yeah alright," Irene brushed off.
Olivia ran off towards the bathroom and Hunter moved from his spot in the kitchen, but quickly felt a tug on his jacket.
"Oi, where do you think you're going?" Irene demanded.
Hunter took a seat at the dining table to wait for his girl.
Irene gave Hunter a stern glare and walked over to Heath and Bianca, resting a hand on each of their shoulders.
"I'm going to get changed and take a rest. Keep an eye on that one would you?" Irene asked.
"Sure Irene," Bianca replied.
Heath snickered, "Young love, 'ey?"
"Humph," Irene responded and walked up the stairs.