He got the call at exactly 3:43pm, on a sunny afternoon that was much to pretty to get a call like that on such a beautiful day. Fenton thought nothing of it at first, as his friend, and police chief, Collig, phoned him. Fenton flipped open his phone
/and greeted Collig with,

"Fenton here."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, as if someone was trying to think of what to say, and Fenton's brows furrowed, immediately knowing that something had to be wrong.

"Fenton..."

Came a tired sounding voice from the phone, and Fenton closed his eyes, waiting for Collig to continue, and praying it wasn't about his boys.

'Please...not his boys...'

Fenton heard Collig take a deep breath, before the chief asked in a serious voice,

"Fenton, when did you last see your boys?"

Fenton felt his heart plummet, along with his hope, and he inwardly cursed.

"Right before they left for school...they made it to school...right?"

"No, Fenton. They never made it. We don't know where they are."

8 hours earlier

"Joe! We are going to be late! I will leave you behind, and not be sorry!"

Yelled an 18 year old Frank up the stairs, tapping his shoe against the ground.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming."

Grumbled a 17 year old Joe, almost tumbling down the stairs while simultaneously pulling on a shirt, and trying to tame him unruly blond hair. As he sprinted down the stairs he grabbed his backpack, and rushed to the car that was now just pulling out
/of the driveway, Joe yelled a quick,

"See yah dad!"

Before sprinting out the door, and down the driveway to the car that was pulling out of the drive. Joe threw open the door and hopped in the front seat, tossing his backpack in the back. Frank glared at him, but when Joe just huffed and looked away, instead
/of say anything, Frank spoke up.

"That was the third time this week, Joe! What is just so hard about being on time?"

Joe turned back to Frank with a humored look on his face.

"It is hard! I need my beauty rest!"

"I'm not joking, Joe. I'm going to leave you next time."

Joe didn't answer for a second, and the only sound was of the car driving the street, music playing quietly in the background.

"Come on, Frank, lighten up."

"Lighten up? No, Joe, I don't need to lighten up, you need to grow up!"

Whatever Joe was going to say was cut off when a car their neither of the boys had noticed came along side them and slammed into them, making Frank lose control of the wheel, and their car spun out, the brakes of the car frantically trying to stop their
/spinning, but to no avail as the car tumbled into a ditch, turning over twice before settling.

Frank's last thought before he drifted off into a restless oblivion was the thought that his last words he had spoken to his brother had been ones of anger, and God, how he wished he would live long enough to fix it.

Hello all! I hope you enjoyed this first chapter of my new story I have started. Leave a review to tell me what you think. Next chapter should be up in about a day or two, school be willing.

Adios

-accidentallysocial