(Poppy's POV)

I sat on the corner of Bolton's bed with my school bag next to me. Bolton was in the shower but I was already dressed. I had 3 missed calls from Rachel and 2 messages but that wasn't what gave me the sick feeling I currently had...Yesterday when I'd come in from school there had been a letter with my name on it, I had been in a rush and when I went to change I shoved it in my school bag for later. Only now as it sat in my hand did I know what it was.

On the top of the letter before the 'postage paid' stamp was another, one that sent shivers through my body.

HM Prison Buckley Hall

It was from him. It had to be, I didn't know anyone else in prison. 3 months and not a word, now all of a sudden I was getting letters and why me? Why not Em? What could it be? I quickly slid my finger under the back of the envelope and opened it pulling the piece of paper from inside. It was a visiting order, for today, 12:30...Why did he want to see me? Why after all this time? What did he want from me?

"You okay babes?" Bolton asked as he came into the room

"Yeah, yeah fine" I smiled shoving the letter in my bag and zipping it up. I grabbed the rest of my stuff and shoved it in the blue next bag. Before heading downstairs. Bolton and I walked to school in silence and I think he noticed I wasn't my usual chirpy self.

My head was just filled with questions...

Did I go? Surely he couldn't hurt me there right?

What did he want?

Why me?

They were endless. The only way to find out was to go. To face him. Then maybe the nightmares would stop? If I just had some closure...If I just knew why...

At break I booked a taxi and met it at lunch just outside the school gates. My stomach was doing summer saults, the prison was terrifying. I followed the flow of people to the entrance where we had to put everything in lockers, I put my phone in my schoolbag and put that in the locker plus my tie and blazer...Then we got searched, I had nothing to hide but I couldn't help but feel nervous. I stepped up onto the box when it was my turn and one of the female prison officers patted me down.

"Arms out" she ordered

I stuck my arms out to the side and she patted those down too. She nodded to another prison officer.

"Clear" she said and they let me through.

I chose a table right in the middle I needed as many people around me as possible, my hands rested on the table as I fidgeted. The gate finally opened and the prisoners came in, each of them wearing a grey tracksuit and a yellow bib.

"I knew you'd come" Tom smirked as he sat down

"What do you want?" I asked bitterly

"Now, now no need to be rude"

"Rude? You tied me up in some abandoned warehouse...Starved me, assaulted me and I'm the rude one? How could you do that to your own daughter?" I asked

"That's just it, I didn't do it to Em..."

What the hell was that supposed to mean?

"What?" I questioned

"Your mum was a cheap tart, she thought I didn't know...She cheated on me, You. Are not my daughter. You're Emily's half sister."

"That's why you hurt me and not Em?" For some reason it hadn't really sunk in but it made sense.

"I never hurt my daughter..."

I stood up. "I've got to go"

He discretely grabbed my wrist pinning it to the table, yanking me back. He squeezed it.

"See you soon princess..." He smirked

My core turned to ice and I pulled my hand away before heading for the way I'd come in. I was searched again before I was allowed to get my stuff and go. I pulled my blazer and tie back on and slung my bag over my head.

I checked my phone...6 missed calls, all from Rachel. I hadn't realised the time, it was 1:30pm. Registration was half an hour ago, I was in so much trouble but I didn't care anymore. I had nothing left to care about...