Frank sat down heavily at the kitchen counter all his efforts to control the swirl of emotions in his mind had failed miserabl
Frank sat down heavily at the kitchen counter. All his efforts to control the swirl of emotions in his mind had failed miserably. He had never thought that his short meeting with Nancy would have such a lasting and a mountainous effect on him. It wasn't a split second decision to call upon Nancy but a well thought action.
Why had he chosen Nancy was solely because she wasn't a part of his world. She was a really close friend and a terrific partner but she wasn't a part of his world at Bayport. They had remained out of touch for a complete year so she was unaware of all the things that had happened back in Frank's world.
Frank needed help badly and calling upon for someone's help was inevitable. Calling anyone from Bayport was completely out of question after what he had done to his family and friends. Moreover he couldn't let all his heartache in breaking their trust go in vain. So his only solution came in the form of that one name "Nancy".
Frank had always found logical reasoning for anything and everything but when it came to "Nancy Drew" he always became clueless. He had loved and still loved Callie with all his heart but he could never explain the feeling of attraction he felt towards Nancy. He had first started off calling Nancy a best friend, then a good friend, then a friend and then finally a perfect detective partner only after Joe. But who was he kidding, all these names he had given to their relation was just façade to hide his true feelings towards Nancy. Joe could see through it but he never commented and Frank was thankful to Joe for letting Frank deal with this mystery alone.
And today was no exception. Frank had called Nancy after careful logical thinking. He had already steeled himself for an emotional backlash but not as severe as this. His already emotionally frayed nerves where thrown in the state of jeopardy at the sight of Nancy. The moment Frank had seen Nancy dressed in all black, halter top dress he realized calling Nancy was a bad idea. But it was too late, people could pursue but none came close to the young detective Nancy Drew. Frank decided to live through that but what he had not counted upon was Nancy visiting Bayport a day prior to his meeting with her.
Nancy's mannerism spoke volumes that something was wrong and Frank had been right in his assumption. Nancy was also losing trust in him because of what she saw and heard in Bayport. Nancy had met Joe.
The mention of his brother's name was the ultimate reason for his emotional turmoil.
"Joe" Frank spoke out loud. The moment he uttered Joe's name a volley of images began to play in front of eyes. Frank and Joe along with their friends splattered with mud, laughing out loud standing on Chet's farm. The image was followed by them getting an earful from their mom and Aunt Gertrude and their father standing behind them sniggering softly. His first date with Callie. His double date with Callie, Joe and Vanessa. The images began to move faster and the speed began to increasing that they were now reduced to flashes. The intensity of flashes kept on increasing until Frank began to loose focus. Frank raised his hand to his head and closed his eyes shut. But the images didn't stop. Frank began to feel delirious. Suddenly an unexpected image came in front of his eyes that image had an immediate mollifying effect on him. The image was Nancy. In that moment Frank understood that Nancy was much more to him than he admitted. Nancy was close to his heart but in what sense he couldn't say but he was sure of one thing that calling upon Nancy was a bad idea. He had no right to drag Nancy out of her safety to his world of peril.
"Why did I drag Nancy in my mess? Oh! What have I done" said Frank with his head still nestled in his hands. Nancy wouldn't back out and all his tactics trying to force Nancy away would fail because Nancy already knew some of his predicament. Nancy and Joe were exactly like each other when it came to aspect of being great pursuers. On most of the cases they both had been complete leeches and Frank's poor soul had been the host.
"I can't do this anymore. I can't allow Nancy to be a part of my cursed destiny. She would never back out. So I need to leave. I need to run away. I will pack my bags tomorrow... why tomorrow infact now. I will come back later on and finish off my task. I cannot let Nancy be involved anymore than she is now. If I leave she would look for me. Then she wouldn't find me, I will make sure of that. And ultimately she would return to safety. She would end up forgetting me and in the end I will be a long forgotten shadow of her life." said Frank without thinking all his talk would make sense only to him.
Frank began to rock slightly in the stool of the kitchen counter to regain composure and suddenly his hand went upto the chain hanging around his neck. He pulled it out. In the palm of his hand he held a small key that was hanging from the glittering gold chain.
Frank stared at the key skeptically the key wasn't any normal key but the key to the monsters that destroyed him and his family.
Whenever he felt de-motivated, and his courage would give up he would unleash the monster and the feeling of killing it off would be formed again more vigorously and become more pronounced. He was in a major need for motivation and clear thinking to choose the right path. Those could be achieved only if the monster was unleashed.
Slowly he left the kitchen counter and made way to the bedside drawer. Pulling it open he found what he was looking for. A specially designed lock diary that was once gifted to Frank by a friend for whom they had solved a case. Prior to the whole chaos Frank didn't find the need to use it. But for the past almost a year this dairy had been his salvation.
Slowly he opened the lock. It was time to unleash the monsters once again.
note: kind of small chapter. but the other one is going to be big
