Let me help you..

Chapter 1

Nathaniel moved quickly, arranging their few bags into the car boot under the cover of darkness. They needed to hurry if they were going to get out of here before anyone noticed he was missing. An old family friend, Mr Hunt, was kind enough to secure their passage to America safely and quietly, though Nathaniel was beginning to feel like he had made a deal with the devil in Mr Hunt. Was I just trading one prison for another at this point? He was innocent but there was no way to prove this right now; they were just a couple of kids.

How has it even come to this?

No, they had to get out now, then he would begin to clear their names. Well, his name. His brother wasn't happy with any of this, but Nathaniel was trying desperately to keep them together and was doing what he thought was best for both of them.

He closed the boot of the car and hurried to the front seat. He just had to get them to the airport. From there, Mr Hunt would see to the rest.

His brother was sulking in the passenger seat already. It was hard for him to lose everything they had known and to be on the run as well. Nathaniel hoped that he could make it up to Elliott and things would be better for them at some point.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

Elliott only scowled in response.

"I am sorry, Elliott." Nathaniel didn't know what else to say as he started the car.

"What happened to Uncle Anthony?" Elliott questioned, while Nathaniel pulled out onto the street.

"I don't know for sure. All Mr Hunt said was that it was something I did and the police were going to be coming for me." Nathaniel replied quietly, watching his rear mirror for anyone following them.

"We don't know that for sure," Elliott stated.

"We can't risk waiting to find out, Elliott. Maybe once we are settled in America, I can look into it. But if we don't get out tonight, they will come for me." Nathaniel knew he would have no chance to clear his name if they took him now. Mr Hunt had made that very clear.

Their only option was to run now, without a penny to their name and hope that Mr Hunt's plan to hide them in New York worked. Nathaniel didn't know what he would have done if Mr Hunt hadn't come to him with this. He had no reason not to trust the man.

Mr Hunt had been a friend and colleague of Uncle Anthony's and his father for many years prior to this unfortunate disaster. Nathaniel could only hope he was making the right choice for both him and Elliott.

2 years later:

Daimon pulled a pack of cigarettes out of the inside pocket of his black leather jacket - he had been dying for a smoke all through his last class. He lit a cigarette, taking his first long drag of the afternoon, letting the smoke fill his lungs and linger there for a moment before permitting the smoke to slide slowly back out through his mouth.

The sweet release of nicotine and burning smoke in his lungs had him releasing a sigh of relief and contentment while he ran his tongue across the ring through his bottom lip. This last class had been trying, testing his patience to the absolute max. The teacher had dragged on and on about something Daimon had already forgotten about now.

He ran a hand through his messy, dark hair as he took another drag from the cigarette, letting the smoke linger longer this time.

He leaned back against the brick wall of the building, legs crossed, looking down at his scuffed black Doc Martens, about to take another drag when he heard a group of boys nearby.

"He always pushes the glasses up his nose!" laughed one of the boys.

"You would think with a nose like that, his glasses wouldn't always slide down!" said another. They all laughed at this.