Curtains Close; Take a bow. I think we fooled all of them now.

Rain's POV

I'd spent all day drawing with a biro onto random pieces of paper, to try and distract myself from how quiet and lonely it was starting to get here. I didn't like the walls. The white paint that was greying with time, and the fucking hospital style floors. I hated this place, but I couldn't stop thinking about getting out. Just one more week, and my course was over, and then they would access me to see if I was able to go home. And I had learnt a hell of a lot from this place. Everything you could ever need to know about addiction and recovering from it. But it was funny, I seemed to be the only person in this hospital that was struggling with self harm, where as everyone else was controlled by alcohol and drugs.

I heard a gentle knocking on the door, and then one of the carers walked inside with a clipboard and announced herself to me. She seemed to be very shy but sweet with the way she talked.

"Hello there, umm, Rain." She read off the clipboard.

"Hey..." I said, confused. Carers didn't often come into my room unless there was something wrong.

"Alright, so, we've had a call from your fiance... Oliver is it?" She kept reading off the slip of paper, I doubted she was even the same person that answered the call.

"Oli? Yea, he's my fiance, of recent actually." I smiled, and lifted my left hand up to show her the ring he bought me. I just loved watching it glisten and showing it off. I was so proud of him.

"That's a gorgeous ring. You're really lucky. Well, Oli called us this morning." She lifted up her clipboard one last time, read off it and then put it on the bed beside me. "Okay, so he seems to have shown some concern that someone that you were living with has decided to take care of both of your children, temporarily."

"What do you mean?" I lowered my hand. The ring wasn't glistening anymore.

"There's no need to be alarmed at all, Oliver insisted that both of your children were in good hands, but there seems to have been a bit of a domestic between the Oliver and the other person you were living with. I believe he said that the other person took your children and drove off with them." She kept smiling in a reasuring way, but I wasn't really looking for her help.

My motherly instincts kicked in straight away. I stood up and begged; "Please, could you let me call him? Call my fiance? I need to know where my children are."

She nodded straight away. "Come on then. But you'll have to be quick. I would really like to assure you that you shouldn't feel any concern, your fiance insisted that they were safe."

She started to irritate me. I had to show concern, I didn't know where my children were. What if Anthony had packed up and gone back to Denmark? I trusted Anthony, but my poor babies were probably terrified of being away from home. And what happened between Oliver and Anthony? What if someone got hurt?

The carer stopped at the front desk, looked back at me and then had a quiet conversation with the woman at the information desk. Eventually they both stood up and beckoned me to a small room with a phone inside.

I lifted the receiver and dialled the number. It rung for a while and then I heard a muffling crackle as Oli picked up the other end.

"Hello!?" I softly yelled at him, more confused than anything.

"Oh god. Rain? I told them not to panic you." He breathed into the phone and then went quiet. "Listen. Anthony and I had an argument, infront of Hanley, and he was worried that I was going to scare or hurt the kids."

My heat sank. "Did you?"

"Hurt the kids!? Hell no baby! I would never! Anthony was just fed up with me. I'd had a little too much to drink, and he just decided to take off somewhere."

I placed my hand over my forehead. "Where?"

Oli was silent for a long time, until he finally took a deep breath out. "I don't know..." He whispered.

"Oli. How am I supposed to trust you if you just let him take our kids to wherever the hell he wants without telling you? You've basically lost them!" I bit my lip, and looked at my ring. "Baby..." I calmly whispered. I knew that I would have to be the one to sort this out. Oli was really useless sometimes. "I think I will call Anthony, okay? Don't you worry, I'll get him to tell me exactly where he is, and then you can go and get the kids, okay?"

Oli sighed. "Okay. But don't expect him to give them back to me. He's bloody mental! Pulling all of the cards... calling me a bad father. What does he even know about being a father? He's fucking gay for fucks sake."

I spat back at him. "Don't get like that. Don't be even more of an ass about this. I'll call you back."

I ended the call, and redialled a new number, for Anthony's mobile. It rung three times before he finally answered.

"Hello?" He seemed really hesistant.

"It's Rain. Are my babies okay?" I softly whispered to him.

"Of course. You know, I think you need to watch who you are marrying. It's like hes got a switch... Or bipolar disorder... He just changes all of a sudden sometimes, and I don't know what to do. I'm scared for the kids sake."

"Oli doesn't mean to get like that. You know he doesn't. You always used to sort us out, when we were fighting or when I was being off the rails. Why are you giving up now?"

He didn't say anything for a long time. He just breathed. I could hear the kids chatting in the background, and that gave me so much relief. After a few seconds of silence, I cut back in. "Where are you Anthony?" I asked.

"Brighton."

"What's in Brighton?!" I was so confused.

"Beaches. And sand. And a peer." He sounded monotone.

"Why?" I asked him again.

"I asked the kids where they wanted to go. They said the beach. I'm at the beach now. Whats wrong?" He asked.

I smiled slightly. I could imagine Sienna loving the sand and the water. And I thought of the kids sharing an icecream, while building sand castles and running along the water front. "Okay..." I whispered, relieved. "Where in Brighton?"

"The Kings Hotel." He sounded pleased with himself. "It's right on the seafront. You'd like this." He tried to lighten our conversation. "Don't you try sending Oliver here. I'm not letting him ruin the kids holiday."

"Alright. Tell the kids I love them, okay? Look after them for me... Goodbye Anthony." I whispered. I hung the receiver back up. I decided to go to the main room, where most people were talking and spending their time. I could see my brother sitting in the corner, staring blankly at the wall. The were two carers standing either side of him, just watching him very closely.

"Joe." I said, watching him turn around slowly.

"What?" He sounded like he was in a bad mood.

"What's up?" I looked down at him.

A few seconds passed, he didn't say anything at all. Then one of the carers leaned over to his level and got close to his face. "Why don't you tell your sister what you did."

Joe looked like he was going to spit in this guys face, but he didn't snap. He just stared at me and said nothing. The carer opened his mouth again and turned to me. "You're brother was caught trying to escape again today. And you know what we found on him?" There was a brief pause as Joe just collapsed his head into his lap. "We found ketamine and MDMA in his pocket."

Joe stood up and smirked. "Yeah. And?"

The man shook his head. "This is a drug recovery centre. You're here for a reason. And it looks like you won't ever be leaving if this continues." The carer looked displeased as he gave his partner a hand gesture to say that they should leave. Both the carers walked out of the room and just outside of the doors, where they stopped and then continued to stare at Joe.

"Joe." I said. "I thought you said you were going to stop this shit?"

"I shouldn't have come back... If it weren't for you turning up, I would have left ages ago. I have the money to run away from this shit hole forever. And they wouldn't be able to find me." He put his hands in his pockets. "What's up with you anyway? I saw you in the main office?"

I took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. "Anthony has decided to run off... with both of my kids." I added a sarcastic tone. "But he's calling it, a 'holiday'."

Joe laughed. "What an idiot. I knew he was an idiot when I first met him." He gritted his teeth together. "Where did he go anyway?"

I laughed slightly. "Apparently he wanted to take the kids to the beach. He decided he wanted to go to Brighton, and he was going to stay in some hotel... The Kings Hotel... apparently its right on the coast. Must be nice there. I'm sure the kids are enjoying it. You know, maybe Oli needs some time alone anyway." I looked at Joe, he didn't seem to be listening anymore, but just staring off into the distance.

Joe finally brought himself back to me, and he just looked at me. "You still look too skinny."

I laughed. "Do you enjoy bullying me about my weight?"

He laughed. "You should be fatter. Especially for someone whos had a baby. Jesus." He kept laughing and then stood up. "You see those two carers? I call them the kray twins. They both like to steal my drugs, and act like they own the place. But the funny thing, is working out which one is Reggie and which one is Ronnie. Good luck." He sniggered, as he walked himself out of the room and away from sight. He was in such an odd mood today.

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