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"WELL!?" Stephanie screamed, her fists pounding at the table as she demanded an answer from Camden as poor Camden could only stare at her in horror. However with a huge gulp he found his voice.

"Yeah, I knew, Ian told me" His voice was surprisingly strong.

"AND YOU DIDN'T THINK OF SHARING THIS WITH US!?" Stephanie screamed.

"I SWORE I'D LOOK AFTER HIM! AND I DIDN'T KNOW HE WAS THIS BAD! IAN ONLY TOLD ME HE KILLED HIS MOTHER AND..." 

Well, Camden had officially dropped a bombshell and dug his own grave.

"WHAT!?" Oliver bellowed before Stephanie could.

There was another silence, Ian broke it in heaving sobs.

"I... I told Camden, by boy had killed his mother... and... and... I told him, he had problems, I'm sorry Camden! I'm so sorry I couldn't tell you everything! I was s-scared, I didn't know what to do! I don't what to do!" With this he collapsed into a helpless black heap on the floor.

Whatever glares were left at Ian, switched to a blank faced Bradley. "Why did you kill your own mother, Bradley?" Oliver asked simply.

Bradley looked up at him. "Because God told me to" he answered.

"How did you... do it?" Victoria whimpered.

"I..." Bradley hesitated for a second, shook his head and carried on, yet his tone was slightly uncertain as he spoke "I... pushed her into a horde of monsters, Dad told me not too, but we had to so we could live. God was displeased with mother". 

His words sounded strangely rehearsed to Camden.

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'LL DO WITH HIM! NOW EVERYONE KNOWS!" Ian blurted out, before returning to his pathetic state on the floor. As he did Stephanie's face seemed to relax slightly as the only thing that could be heard was Ian's sobs.

Finally she spoke.

"Are you going to hurt other people?" She asked simply.

"If God is displeased with them, then yes, I have to hurt them" Bradley responded in the same formal rehearsed tone.

"He... he said, you'd go to hell Quincey, he said you'd go to hell because you didn't like the bible" Rose whimpered into Quincey's white t-shirt.

Quincey held her closer, as he realised that Bradley was probably planning on killing him.

"Well that's it then isn't it?" Stephanie was pacing up and down the table, her head in her hands, a hysterical smile on her face. Her next words certainly drew a response.

"Were gonna have to kick him out"

Simple words. Yet Camden instantly shielded Bradley with his body, Victoria gasped aloud, as many others did. "You can't do that!" She huffed.

"Then what are we going to do with him, you tell me!?" she argued back.

"We could lock him up in a room or something" Quincey suggested hastily not believing that they could an eleven year old they just couldn't the thought was forbidden in his mind.

"And what if he broke out and silt our throats in the middle of night!?" Stephanie demanded of him, "And what if he doesn't!?" Quincey shot back, his eyes blazing as he stood his ground, his argument set. 

"If we kick him out, it's the same as killing him!" Heather screamed backing up Quincey, she may have been not been the most moral member of the group, but she was firmly against the idea of flat our murder. 

"I-know" Stephanie said darkly to Heather's comment. Couldn't these people see that this boy was a danger? Stephanie could not see it as flat our murder, more like a difficult decision she knew she had too make too protect the family she adored more than anything else in the world. 

"Are we actually discussing killing an eleven year old?" Victoria asked in disbelief. With this Ian stood up straight his face a red blotchy mess. 

"PLEASE, JUST DON'T KILL HIM! I-I CAN'T TAKE THIS!" 

And with this he shielded his face with his fist and ran off clean out the door.

"That goes to show" Stephanie said.

"Show what?" Quincey snarled.

"That even his own father knows his a lost cause. He wants to be a good dad, and Ian's a good man, but even he knows deep down that Bradley can't be saved. So that's why ran off, so he wouldn't be around when his son was killed" Stephanie explained letting her thoughts slide out of her mouth. She was greeted by further silence which was quickly broken.

"This is absolutely nuts, we are not doing this! Never!" Heather roared.

"I think we should" Mariam said quietly.

All eyes found her. Heather's look of hatred intensified.

"I have a daughter too protect, she's lying asleep right now and..." she sighed "I know this is wrong, but I have already killed one innocent person and I could live with myself then and I know I can live with myself now". Mariam already felt hated by all these people so she knew that one more murder couldn't stain her reputation any further, she would do the dirty as long as her daughter was safe. 

"I don't believe you" Camden snarled disgusted at her.

"In these type of situations, we don't we do what we want, we do what we need". Mariam said sadly. 

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" 

The next second, Heather had flown over the table and propelled herself at Mariam fists swinging, one of them catching Mariam's left cheek. Letting out a shriek of anger Mariam swung a well kick at Heather's shin. The teenage girl buckled as Mariam dragged her by the hair pulling out a few extensions.

"STOP THAT!" Oliver roared.

It came to no avail, Mariam and Heather fell to the floor, both screaming horrible harsh things to one another their fists swinging rapidly, eventually Quincey pulled Mariam off Heather as Delilah dragged Heather away. Rose clutched a chair, crying in a panic as a completely confused Antonio comforted her. Patting her back and muttering a few calming words in Spanish that didn't help her in the slightest.

"YOU'RE A VILE LITTLE SLUT!" Mariam screamed, a gash on her cheek.

"SAYS THE COLD BLOODED KILLER!" Heather roared back, blood on her scalp from where her extensions had been ripped out, as well as blood on her face from a broken nose.

"Everything is going to hell because of that little shit!" Stephanie screamed pointing to Bradley who flinched a little.

"We can't do this" Delilah muttered, finally casting her opinion as Stephanie rounded on her. "If we do this, we'll be staining our hands with his blood, and surviving won't be worth it" she argued.

"You can speak fancy all you like honey, but I'll sleep soundly tonight knowing my son is safe, If he died, then I reckon that's when surviving wouldn't be worth it" she snapped at Delilah.

"But..." Delilah but.

"No but's no if's!" Mariam shouted "You don't have a child, me and Stephanie do! We are voting to kick him out too protect our children. Of course an up-tight spinster like yourself wouldn't understand the love we bear towards our children!" 

These words stung Delilah, yet she protested on, in a cracking voice.

"Your family is clouding your better judgement" 

"My family is my better judgement!" Stephanie shouted back, this shut Delilah up.

"What about me, huh?" Quincey challenged "I have a little girl I'm trying too protect, yet I'm voting for him to stay what if that was your kid!?" he demanded of Stephanie and Mariam.

"It won't be, and you're not the girl's father. You're just her lackey older brother, you don't know what parenthood is like!" Stephanie spat.

Quincey raged like Camden had never seen him before. 

"I'M CLOSER TO ROSE THAN ANY OF YOU COULD POSSIBLY IMAGINE! WE'VE BEEN THROUGH TONS OF SHIT IN THE PAST FEW DAYS! SHE SAW HER PARENTS DIE RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER! I'M ALL SHE HAS LEFT! I'M AS GOOD AS HER DAD! SO DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING QUESTION THAT!" 

Yet despite the fact she looked taken aback for a few seconds, Stephanie did.  "I would question your stupid motives till the day I die" she muttered darkly she felt like hitting him just to knock some sense into him, Quincey was thinking on similar lines. "I've never hit a woman before, but you are..." Quincey began coldly, this statement alone made Rose cry harder, Camden's hairs stood on end as the room went oddly still. Oliver turned slowly to Quincey.

"Don't you fucking dare threaten my wife" it was like an ice block had gained a voice, not a jolly forty year old man, Oliver knew he was by his wife  the second Quincey had uttered those words, he stood by his family and too protect them the boy had to go. 

"I'll do, what I want" Quincey argued back.

They were squaring up to each other, Camden tensed, the whole room, the room was about to erupt, everybody knew that. Upon these words something in Oliver snapped he didn't know what it was all he knew was that what needed to be done, had to be done. 

"We do what we need, not what we want" Oliver began "and I love my family more than anything else in the world, so I dare you to try and stop me". 

"I will" Quincey uttered.

No one moved a muscle.

"Very well, but you have to understand we have to do this... AND DO IT NOW!" He exclaimed suddenly, before Quincey could see what was coming Oliver had drawn his fist back and it had whacked across the centre of Quincey's face. A loud crack echoed across the room, as Quincey fell like a stone. 

Witnessing this, Rose screamed her loudest scream yet as Antonio grasped the terrified ten year old, and hugged her to his broad chest.

Suddenly, Camden had a raging bull charging at him Oliver's face was red, his brown eyes now an evil black shade. "Camden, move the fuck outta the way this kid is dangerous this needs to be done!" Oliver roared.

Camden was moving, but then he remembered that boy he had left in his cowardice, no doubt if he moved now. That boy would be Bradley and that would just be another mistake, another reason to hate himself. He wasn't going to keep making mistakes, for once he was going to do something right.

His feet remained rooted to the spot he faced Oliver directly.

"No, I don't think I'll be moving" he said.

He saw Oliver's fist coming, everything seemed to occur in slow motion as the room exploded into life.

It hurt a lot more than he expected.

Gasping aloud as Oliver's sharp knuckles had broken his nose at first contact, he fell to the floor in agony, but Oliver wasn't finished. Camden felt himself being tugged upwards again, as Oliver's ferocious face swam beneath him.

"YOU WANNA BE KICKED OUT TOO!? HUH!? YOU FUCKING MANIAC!? 

Camden was confused, who was yelling at him? This wasn't the Oliver he knew as the second blow sent him down to the floor his vision blackening at the edges, aware of something sticky covering his face. His ears were ringing... he couldn't hear anything he could only stare at the celling.

Finally after a while, he heard some voices.

"... YOU KNOCKED HIM OUT..."

"HE WAS IN MY WAY!" 

"... ENOUGH OF THIS! I'LL WATCH THE BOY! AND CAMDEN WILL! AND IF HE DOES SOMETHING HIS OUR RESPONSIBILITY, WE'LL TAKE THE BLAME YOU CAN CHUCK US OUT...! 

The voices were fading again, but soon he could see Antonio, Rose, Bradley, and Quincey's faces hanging over his own shouting words he couldn't hear he slowly lifted his head as he heard the faint audio of voices, Quincey was acting funny lifting eight fingers... oh now he knew what was Quincey was asking "How many fingers am I holding up dude? How many..."

"Eight" Camden responded groggily, the faces above him shared a worried glance shaking his head, Camden vision grew sharper once again although the white noise remained in his ears and his head felt groggy. "Four" he responded. Quincey saw his lily green eyes coming back into focus.

"Bingo" he smiled, as he helped Camden to his feet, Camden saw the table was empty.

"Where are...?" he began.

"Gone to bed, I managed to persuade them to keep Bradley under our care so he'll be with us tonight" Victoria said, she swept along the table muttering angrily under her breath. Camden had never seen her this angry.

"She went full beast earlier, you should have seen her" Quincey commented.

"I'm sure she did are you alright though" He asked Quincey seeing as he had a cut across his cheek. Around his nose, caked red blood had dried on his skin. 

"I'm fine! I should be asking you that, you face looks like it's been caved in by a truck!" Quincey exclaimed as him and Camden shared a smile. One Camden knew of brotherhood. As he did he touched his face a sharp stinging pain emitted from where his finger made contact with his forehead, he pulled his finger away to see red blood coating the tip of it.

"Oh Great" Camden muttered sarcastically.

"This is all my fault" Bradley began in the most upset, helpless tone Camden had ever heard from him.

"Don't blame yourself Bradley" Camden said clearly as Bradley looked at him "They had no right to kill you, despite what you did, hell if Oliver won't stick too it, I will. This a new start for us, for us all and I'm keeping to that". 

*

A short while later, Bradley had helped him to his feet, Quincey, Rose and Antonio returned to their rooms, each of them bidding Camden a fond goodnight. (Even Antonio clocked up what it meant and said it too Camden).

Victoria, Camden and Bradley returned to their bedroom.

"Only two beds" Bradley said.

"You're sharing with me, hope you don't mind" Camden said.

For the first time since Camden rescued him on the rope, Bradley seemed to smile at Camden in a natural manner. 

"I don't mind at all" He mused.

"As thick as thieves you two" Victoria commented.

Camden lay in the bed, with Bradley next him curled up into a fetal position. Victoria had patched up some of facial wounds, she'd work on the rest tomorrow along with Bradley's neck wounds. Yet, as he lay there Camden smiled. There was now a clear divide in the group and he was wounded, he was shaken yet he was happier than he had ever been before.

"Because I did something good for once" Camden thought to himself before dozing off. 

The End

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