As Jamie was in the Secure Training Center, you had been allowed to be seeing Jamie for a bit in a closed room, with a guard from the Facility staying behind the door in case Jamie would have gotten out of hand.

"It's... It's wrong. That i'm in here..." Jamie said as he was sat in a chair across the table of you, looking at you as if he waited for you to agree.

Then, with a sigh, he looked back up and asked you. "Can i ask you a question?"

"Can you get me out of this place?" He asked, an hopeful look to his eyes, but it instantanly dropped when you said you couldn't help him.

"Why couldn't they put me in a proper prison?" He then asked, his eyebrows furrowing as his fidts then clenched.

"A better Facility wasn't available, Jay..." *You replied, trying to calm him as you noticed he started to get annoyed."

"They put me in a madhouse!" He then spoke, louder this time, which earned a warning knock on the door from the guard outside the door.

"It's a Secure Training Center." You retorted.

"Training? What are they training us for?" He replied annoyedly, his eyebrows furrowing as he then started telling you about the other boys...

"The other boys just scream all the time! Thry rock backwards and fowards, and they shout at Coronarion Street. All the say through Corrie. One kid goes nuts every time he sees Steve McDonald. It's mad in here! Don't you understand?!"

"Jamie, this was the best place for you..." You tried answering, reaching out and grabbing his hand gently.

"Ryan gets to stay home until his trial!" He retorted, pulling his hand off your grip as he stood up, his eyes glaring down at you as he grown angry.

"Ryan isn't accused of such a serious crime." You answered with a quiet tone, trying to not anger him further.

"Accused. It's all accused!" He retorted, looking down at you intently as he spoke.

"If I did it, if I hurt her, then I'd get it, but I didn't, so-" He then spoke again, but you cutted him off.

"As far as I understand it honey, and this wasn't my decision, this was the best place for you to be-" You tried saying, trying to soothe him with a quiet tone, but he then retorted quicker than you could speak.

"Am I getting moved for the trial?" He asked.

"Nothing has been decided yet..." *You repeated.

"Don't you know where it's gonna be? London or local?" He repeated himself, looking at you expectantly for an answer.

"You need to sit down, Jamie. If you don't sit down, they'll have-" You tried speaking, but got cutted off again.

"Does that mean- Does that mean you don't know or you just won't tell me?" He asked, one of his fists clenching and starting to bump against the table, as if the only thing he wanted was to slam it against it.

"Nothing's been decided yet. You need to sit down!" You spoke again, finally speaking louder as you saw Jamie being angry.

"I don't want to sit down!" He shouted.

"If you don't sit, I'll have to go because they'll stop this discussion...!" You retorted, knowing that if Jamie would have an explosive reaction to anything with you around, guards would come in and stop everything to get Jamie back into his room by force.

"Maybe I want them to!" He shouted again, his fist slamming against the table, on the brink of slamming his hot chocolate from the table.