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Chapter 9 – Leaving

NORMAL POV

The next day Casey was discharged from the hospital and allowed to go home. Brax had come to pick him up which resulted in a silent car ride home. Casey quickly got out of the car and went to storm inside. He did not want to be around any of his 'brothers.' He felt so numb. Brax quickly followed his brother and grabbed onto his arm.

"Easy Case, you just got out of hospital." Casey glared at Brax and pulled his arm free, storming into the house and heading straight to the room with his things.

Brax sighed as he sat down next to his other brothers at the kitchen table.

"Still not talking?" Kyle asked.

"Nup, not a word." Brax replied.

Heath slammed his fist on the table. "I can't do this, just stand by, and let Casey think whatever he wants." Heath stated in a frustrated tone.

"Heath we've been through this and I don't like it either but in the vulnerable state Casey is in we can't push him." Brax replied.

Casey emerged from the bedroom shortly after and saw the three brothers staring at him.

"What? I'm not going to do anything stupid!" He snapped.

"Good." Brax replied as he watched his brother carefully. "Casey come and sit down and talk to us about all this." Brax encouraged.

"No Brax, talking isn't going to change anything is it?" Casey huffed and went back into the bedroom packing his stuff.

Brax sighed and walked into the bathroom to take a shower.

"Well I'm off to work, let me know how Case gets on." Kyle told Heath before walking out the door.

Heath was busy playing with his phone when he noticed Casey walking towards the door holding several large bags.

"Oi where you going?" Heath demanded.

Casey rolled his eyes and didn't bother to turn and face Heath. "What's it to you?" Casey replied blankly.

"Why all the baggage squirt?" Heath demanded.

Casey shuddered at the name Heath called him, it was all wrong, he wasn't that person. Casey turned to stare at Heath

"If you must know I'm leaving. I don't belong here." Casey held his bags and walked closer to the door.

Heath raced out of his chair and grabbed Casey. "Stop being so stupid Casey, this is your home!" Heath yelled.

"No it's not Heath! Now get off me!" Casey yelled back.

"Cut the crap and stop being so selfish!" Heath shouted.

Casey threw his bags down. "I'm selfish? You're the one that won't let me leave!" Casey yelled annoyed.

Heath pulled Casey back inside the house with a struggle. "I know Brax said not to but you need your head knocked in Case!"

Casey struggled to push Heath off him.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Brax ran at his brothers. "What's going on?" Brax questioned.

Brax saw the bags at the front door. "What are those?" Brax demanded and glared directly at Casey.

"Like I told Heath I'm leaving. I don't belong here anymore." Brax shook his head in annoyance.

"Geez Casey, stop this will ya!" Brax yelled.

"No Brax, I'm done with all this!" Casey yelled.

"Casey! Sit down!" Brax yelled louder and pulled his brother to the couch, shoving him down.

"This is stupid Casey!" Brax shouted, letting his worry get the better of him.

"So everyone keeps telling me I'm stupid! Thanks for telling me how you really feel about me!" Casey snapped.

"You know that's not what I meant! Now you are not going anywhere! So get your things and unpack 'em back in your room!" Brax told him firmly.

Casey huffed, he wasn't sure what is was in Brax's voice that made him listen, was it that he felt a little piece of him that still respected the stranger in front of him? Casey grabbed his bags and stormed back into the bedroom.

CASEY POV

I threw my bags back down in my supposed room. This was something I had to do yet Brax and Heath were both telling me I was stupid and selfish. Above everything else that was running through my head to have them say that to me just added to the hurt I was feeling. Why could they not just understand? Let me deal with everything in my own way. Being around them made me hate myself even more, knowing they had wasted their lives on me.

I breathed heavily trying to compose myself and focus back on reality and not in my clouded mind. I opened up my bag of clothes and angrily started pulling them back out of my bag.

NORMAL POV

Heath's phone buzzed. "Ah mate, it's Bianca, she needs me to pick her up from the school." Heath explained.

Brax nodded. "Go mate."

"Are you sure? I mean don't you want some backup with Case?" Heath asked.

"Nah mate I got this, thanks." Brax reassured and Heath nodded.

"Just let me know if you need a hand with him later, you know, knocking him into line." Heath punched his hand.

"Thanks mate but it'll be fine. I'll just try and talk to him." Brax replied.

Brax walked down to Casey's room and saw him tossing his things back into his draws.

"Casey please listen. I understand this is hard and you don't want to talk..." Brax started, but was quickly cut off by an irritated Casey.

"Really Brax? Is it that obvious?" Casey snapped throwing his clothes.

"Casey, Heath, Kyle and I just want to make sure that you're gonna be okay."

Casey stared at Brax. He's just not going to let up, Casey thought.

"I'll be fine. I just need some space. Now get out!" Casey snapped not looking at Brax.

Brax watched Casey for a moment before walking out of the room, he was startled when he heard Casey slam his door shut and let out a loud yell, he contemplated going back in but realised his brother obviously needed space and so he would check on him later.

Casey slammed his hand across his dresser draw, knocking all his belongings off and breathed heavily, the emotion going on inside him was too intense, he couldn't deal with this.

Casey turned to see a pair of scissors on the floor beside his bed. Walking over to the bed, Casey picked up the scissors and stared at the blade in his hand. His mind went blank, sucking him into a trance as he looked at the blade. Somehow it had some calming effect to it. Something about that blade was going to make everything in his life better.