AUTHOR'S NOTE:
The scenarios of the group home may not be factual but it worked for my story so hope you all enjoy. :)
Chapter 55: Casey's new home
The car pulled up outside the group home. The social worker grabbed Casey and took him inside.
"Come along Casey your room is this way."
Casey looked around the new place at all the strange kids, most were much older than him, a few younger. The manager of the home approached them.
"You must be Casey Braxton." She greeted and Casey just stood looking frightened.
"This here is your room." She led Casey into a small room with a plain bed and cupboard.
"It's horrible! I hate it and I hate you!" Casey shouted.
The manager bent down to Casey's level. "You will learn some manners and respect Casey." She spoke coldly before leaving and shutting him in the room.
Casey flopped down on the bed, he felt so scared and just wanted Brax to be here. Later that evening Casey was taken down to a large dining hall for dinner, as the dinner was placed on the table Casey looked at it in protest.
"Eat your dinner Casey." One of the supervisors told him.
"No! I won't and you can't make me!" Casey shouted, as he grabbed his plate and cup and threw it on the floor.
The manager stormed up to him. "Right!" She grabbed his arm and pulled him out of his chair.
"Casey Braxton you do not behave in that manner. You will clean up this mess then march yourself up to your room!" She scolded in a tone that made Casey even more frightened than he was.
Casey bent down to start picking up the thrown food, and could hear laugher from the other kids and felt humiliated. After he finished cleaning up the mess he ran up to his room and burst into tears. "I wanna go home." He wailed.
Meanwhile back at the Braxton's:
Heath came home slamming the door and noticed the silence between Brax and Cheryl.
"What's going on here?" He chuckled. Brax grabbed his shirt. "They took Casey!"
Heath only smirked. "Don't you even care? If it wasn't for you and your stupid drugs!" Brax shouted.
"Hey maybe its better that the kid ain't here causing all this trouble." Heath replied carelessly.
Brax could tell Heath was still under the influence of drugs, even though he teased Casey he still loved him, but with the drugs in his system the fact of Casey gone just didn't sink in.
"How can you say that? He's our little brother!" Brax accused.
"Well it's not like we can do anything now." Heath shrugged, restraining himself from punching Heath, Brax took a deep breath.
"I have social services coming over on Friday, please be clean Heath. We need to get Casey back."
"Urg, whatever." Heath mumbled as he walked off into the kitchen to get something to eat.
AT the GROUP HOME:
The following day at breakfast Casey still refused to eat. "I don't want this. I wanna go home." Casey grumbled pushing his food away this time, not wanting another repeat of last night.
"Casey Braxton, you eat your breakfast and do as you're told." Casey ignored the supervisor.
"Casey I will not tell you again." She told him firmly.
Agitated Casey lashed out again. "Well don't tell me at all! I don't want to listen to you anyway!"
By now all the kids were staring at Casey again, but he had gotten himself all worked up again he couldn't stop. "I hate it here!"
Another supervisor came over to stop Casey's outburst but was violently kicked in the shin. The manager saw the commotion and walked over and grabbed Casey forcefully away from the other worker. Roughly shaking his arm she yelled through gritted teeth.
"Casey Braxton, I have had enough of your bad behavior! Your attitude and actions will not be tolerated! You will stay in your room until further notice and you will write out fifty times, I will behave and do as I'm told and will not react violently towards others!"
Casey could hear the other kids laughing again as tears threatened his eyes. "Let's go!"
The manager forcefully pulled Casey up to his bedroom and sat him down on his bed then handed him a pad of paper. "I expect this to be completed by the time I get back this afternoon."
She turned to leave then re-approached Casey who looked down at the floor. "You better shape up with your attitude Casey. I don't know how they raised you at your old home, but clearly it was anything but appropriate."
Casey wanted to stand up to her for insulting Brax, he looked after him well but felt far too weak to argue.
"You are going to be here a long time, so unless you wish to spend your life being punished..." She trailed off. "You're walking on very thin ice Casey Braxton, and I will not tolerate it." With that she stood up and left, locking the door behind her.
Casey attempted to write his lines, writing was not his strong point and he struggled quite badly with it, Brax almost always had to help him write his homework. Tears dripped down onto the paper.
"I'm scared Brax. I wish you were here." He whispered as he laid his head down on the table and letting the tears take control.
Several hours later the manager returned to Casey's room to see his progress, he had barely written 10 lines and she was furious.
"What's this? Why have you disobeyed me again? Can you not do as you're told for once! Why must you be such a difficult and disobedient child?" She yelled.
Casey cowered. "I...I can't write...prop...properly yet." He stuttered out. The manager shook her head in disgust. "Excuses! You are nothing but a disobedient and unmannered little boy who needs to learn some respect."
Casey felt hurt and cowered into his chair as tears fell from his eyes. "Don't you use that pretend crying act with me. I won't stand for it! We do not tolerate lying here either."
"But I'm not pretending, or lying." Casey sobbed. The manager huffed. "Someone will bring you up your dinner later." She spoke coldly before exiting the room again.
When the manager brought up Casey's dinner he just stared at it and refused to eat again.
"Very well have it your way. Casey get up and come with me at once. Bring your dinner with you." She ordered.
Casey felt too upset and exhausted to argue again and so done as he was told and followed the manager back to the dining hall with his dinner. "Sit there." She instructed.
Casey sat down in a chair with a small table on the side, facing the other kids at the dining tables. The manager stood in front of him holding a fork in her hand. "Now Casey you are going to eat your dinner whether you like it or not."
She waited for Casey to take the fork but it never happened so she ordered a male supervisor to approach and gave the fork to him. The male supervisor put some of the food on the fork and forced it towards Casey's mouth. Casey let out a frustrated moan and kicked his legs, trying to get away from the food being shoved into his mouth.
The manager stood firmly with her arms folded. "If you do not eat your food then you give us no choice but to force feed you, we will not have you starving while you are under our care."
The male supervisor finally shoved the horrible tasting food into Casey's mouth but Casey immediately spat it back out and struggled in his chair. The manager huffed, highly infuriated. She had not had to deal with such a difficult child in ages and Casey was really testing her patience.
"Very well, Max if you please, take Casey and put him in that chair in the corner and make sure he does not move."
Max the male supervisor lifted Casey around his waist and carried Casey under his arm to the chair in the corner and sat Casey down, anchoring him down by resting his hands on Casey's shoulders. The manager approached Casey.
"You are going to spend the night here in this corner, facing the wall, where everyone can see what a badly behaved boy you are. Now before you face the wall I want you to turn and look at everyone in this hall and apologize to everyone here for being a continually disruptive, disobedient liar, and you will explain to them that it is because of your lack of boundaries and inappropriate care at your old home." She berated.
Casey's eyes widened and became glassy and he shook his head. "I won't say it." He whispered.
"I beg your pardon? Do you really believe you are in any position to dictate to me what you will or will not do?" She spoke down to him.
Tears fell from Casey's eyes as he looked at all the kids as they stared and laughed at him.
"Casey Braxton you tell them now!" Casey flinched at the harshness of the manager's voice and stared at the floor, he had never felt so humiliated in his life.
"I'm sorry." Casey whispered. "Casey you are speaking to them not the floor!"
Casey sobbed. "I'm sorry I'm nothing but a disobedient liar and troublemaker and no-one will ever want me! Are you happy now?" He shouted and sobbed heavily.
The kids laughed at him. "You will not be rude Casey. Tell them why."
Casey shook his head. "Please don't make me say it. I won't say bad things about my family." He whispered.
The manager lent down and whispered to Casey. "But it's true."
"It's not true!" Casey yelled.
The manager handed Casey a pad of paper and a pencil. "You will write I am a disobedient boy who will learn to do as I am told. I want 2 full pages done by the end of the night and this time if you do not have them before bedtime, will find yourself in this corner every day until they are done and each day you will explain to everyone why you are there."
Casey felt his cheeks burn as the kids snickered at him and he continued to sob. "And you can stop that pathetic crying. You have nothing to cry about, you need to accept that you will be punished for your behavior!"
Casey continued to sob as he started to write his lines, his hand shaking as he done so.
"Maybe this will teach you to shape up Casey and know I do not muck around." The manager warned.
Casey sat in the chair and cried his eyes out as he listened to the kids spilling nasty comments to him and laughing. He wanted nothing more than to run as fast as he could away from there and be in the arms of his big brother.