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Chapter 6

Frank, before Millie could strike again, moved in front of his girlfriend. "What's your problem Millie?" He snapped.

Millie raged as she looked over Frank's shoulder. "You just can't let it go, can you Callie? Yes, I got a C on our project and you got an A? I took my SAT's early and guess what: perfect scores. So I don't care about your petty attempts to sabotage me. I already have a full scholarship to Yale and Brown so you can go shove your ego and your pettiness up your tiny ass!"

Callie was stunned. "I haven't done anything to you Millie!" She gasped, eyes widening innocently.

"You've been sending me these vicious e-mails. I printed them! Multiple copies! My mom's going to the principal and my dad the police." Her face was red, her head jutted upwards.

Callie with determined calm answered from behind Frank. "Millie the only time I sent you any emails was on our school email accounts for school work. I don't know your personal one."

"Liar!" She shoved the papers in Frank's chest pushing him backwards and knocking them both over. Seizing the opportunity Millie grabbed Callie's hair and pulled hard.

Callie grabbed Millie's hand and held it to her head. She managed to get onto her knees. She wasn't going to retaliate, that would make things worse. Millie kicked her in the right side, than the other. Her other hand aimed for Callie's face. Thankfully she missed, but they raked down her neck ripping her shirt. Millie's nails felt like razors. A sizable crowd had gathered at this point. Callie saw at the corner of her eye that Frank was on the ground. He had a sizable gash on his head and it was bleeding. He looked dazed.

Joe came running into her line of vision at that point. He rushed to his brother's side. Callie was certain he had sent Vanessa to get Dr. Morton and security. Millie was still doing everything she could to inflict as much pain as possible. Callie was doing everything she could to defend herself. Her sides were hurting and her head throbbed.

Phil Cohen picked up the scattered emails. "This isn't Callie's email. It's very close and I can see why at first glance you would think that it's hers."

Joe was applying pressure to his brother's head to stop the bleeding. "Millie stop! Making a fake email is not difficult. Let Callie go! You're hurting her and you've hurt my brother! That's assault."

Millie wheeled around. She let go of Callie who fell to the floor in pain, knees smashing into the hard concrete. Millie's eyes narrowed. "That's nothing compared to the 7500 dollars in vandalism Callie did to my car and my parents' cars! All the tires were slashed, the windows busted, the leather seats slashed, the lights broken, and the spray paint with insults! We had to use rental cars! They don't even have leather seats!"

Frank started to rise up, he made it to his knees before the pain in his head stopped him. Fighting nausea Frank asked, "When did this vandalism happen?"

"None of your damn business."

Joe tried to defuse. "Millie, I'm sorry all this happened to you and your parents. Callie didn't do anything. She was at dinner with the Holt's last night then she video chatted with Frank on an assignment until Midnight."

"We all know how much of a genius Frank is with electronics. So excuse me if I don't believe it. The police won't either!" She tried kicking at Callie again but Callie quickly rolled away.

"ENOUGH!" Dr. Alicia Morton came down the hall her stride direct. She saw both Callie and Frank bleeding and on the ground.

She asked, nostrils flaring. "What on earth is going on here?"

Phil spoke. "Millie hit Callie. Frank stepped between them. Then Millie pushed Frank into Callie. When Frank moved to the side his head it the corner. Then Millie went crazy. She grabbed Callie's hair and started kicking her. We couldn't get her to stop."

Alicia Morton crossed her arms. " Millie, go to Mr. Sims office NOW. Frank and Callie don't move until the nurse looks you both over. I will review the security cameras and believe me appropriate punishment is forthcoming."

Millie rolled her eyes. "This was my last week in this dump anyway. I'm going to Bayport Prep, mom got me in. I start Monday."

Frank clenched his fists at his sides. "Don't let the door hit you on the way out, Millie."

"Fuck you Frank!" Millie stomped down the hall. Students parted like the Red Sea for Moses.

Fenton was at his office when his phone rang. He noticed the number at once. It was Bayport High. He answered. "Fenton Hardy speaking."

"Mr. Hardy, this is Nurse Brannon. Frank has been injured he has symptoms of a concussion and needs stitches. Ms. Shaw is also hurt, she too is going to need stitches. They are both being transported to the hospital for evaluation. I don't know what happened but Dr. Morton is reviewing the security cameras now."

Fenton was already on his feet. His partner giving him a questioning look. "I'm on my way. Have you called the Shaw's? What about the parents of the other students involved? Were there witnesses?"
"I don't know any of that. I'm sorry."

Fenton hung up. "Sam I don't know...something is going on here. Go to the school, talk to Joe and find out what the fuck happened."

Callie was beyond annoyed and in pain. The smell of vomit and blood was coming from the bed beside her separated by a white curtain was not helping her nausea any. She heard a male with a scruffy voice. "GIVE ME DRUGS DAMN YOU!" It was chaos. 'Note to self...don't go into the medical field.' The hospital had done x-rays at her bedside. She was asked to give a urine sample. They had given her an IV. She felt groggy but her mind still went back to Millie. Why had she suddenly gone nutzo? It made no sense. She looked over trying to see the through the curtain. She knew Frank was somewhere out there. She heard a familiar voice and sighed with relief. "Excuse me nurse? Where is Callie Shaw? I need to speak with her now." Seconds later the man himself walked in.

Callie could see the genuine worry but there was an undertone of anger. "Mr. Hardy, is Frank alright? They won't tell me anything! He was bleeding from the head and looked dazed!"

"He's in CT right now, honey. He was awake when I came in and worried about you. What happened?"

"I don't know why Millie went off. She thought I was sending her vicious emails, and she thinks I vandalized her car and her parents' cars. It's ridiculous!"

Fenton sat down at her bedside. "Alicia called your parents. They're driving from DC."

The curtain opened. Fenton was stunned to see his son Frank standing there in a hospital gown and holding an IV pole. A frazzled nurse came behind him. "Mr. Hardy you were told not to get up! You just had the CT scan! You've been given pain medication! Your mother is going to kill me!"

Fenton chuckled, "Couldn't have said it better myself."

Frank ignored them both and rushed to Callie. "Are you alright?"

Callie gaped at her boyfriend. She took his arm that was free. He had started to sway. "I'm okay, my sides hurt so they took x-rays. You better go back to bed - you look awful."

Fenton had stood up when he saw Frank start to fall. He was supporting his weight. That is when another familiar face came in. "Frank listen to that smart girlfriend of yours. If your mother gets to your room first..."

Fenton was grateful beyond words at his wife's best friend. He smiled at her as he guided his son to the door. Another nurse had brought a wheelchair, Frank sat down sulkily. "Shannon thanks for coming."

"You're welcome, go to bed Frank." She kissed his forehead.

"Hello Shannon, how is Drake?" Fenton asked once Frank was gone.

"He's fine. Sam called me from the school. He said that Callie needed me. How are you feeling dear?"

"I'm in pain and pissed off. I don't understand why this happened!"

"The police have some questions."

Callie paled. "Why? I didn't do anything! Mr. Hardy! You know I wouldn't!"

"Of course we know you wouldn't, but the Gregg's have filed a complaint. I've seen pictures of the damage. The police are investigating."

Fenton sneered, "Well please let the Gregg's know that charges will be filed for what Millie did to my son, I'm sure the Shaw's will feel the same. When did the vandalism occur?"
"Between six-thirty and ten-thirty last night."

Callie crossed her arms but answered immediately. "I was at Tabitha's house having dinner until eight or eight-fifteen. I took a shower, then I logged onto my computer and skyped with Frank from about 9 until about midnight."

Fenton his brow furrowed said. "So there is a narrow window that cannot be accounted for."

"I didn't do this!" Callie's voice was several octaves above normal.

Fenton squeezed her hand. Shaken to the core. He reassured her. "I know that! We all do, but that doesn't mean you should be careless either. You have the right to an attorney, use it."

Frank was discharged at the same time as Callie both were told to go home and rest. Frank did have a mild concussion. Callie had two fractured ribs. They both had stitches. They both had to recover the rest of the week at home. They were back to school the following Monday.

Frank got there early so he could talk to Callie. She had been placed on restriction for being online past her curfew. He held her tightly and kissed her softly. "What happened?"

Callie sighed. "My parents, Shannon, and I went to the police station on Wednesday. I answered questions. I provided my account of my activities on the night in question. My dad said for once he was glad that I was up past curfew. He's furious because we had to voluntarily turn over our electronics to the police."

Frank nodded. "Being a politician and having his computer scrutinized; I can see why. Callie, we'll figure out who did this."

Callie wanted to tell him what she thought. She knew it was Tabitha, but had no proof. Frank wouldn't like the accusation and it would come out of the blue. That would play right into Tabitha's hands. Instead Callie kissed him. "I know you will."