Its been such a long time since I updated so I decided to upload two chapters at once.

School has been soooooooo busy and so has been everyday life.

Hope you guys enjoy it

Chapter 10

Frank took a deep breath trying to repress the panic that was oozing up his chest. Callie was gonna die, yet there was nothing he could do about it!

Nothing but stand still and watch it happen.

The feeling of helplessness accompanied with watching his best ever friend die was breaking him apart.

Frank had one unique attribute and that was never giving up, however, this was one time he accepted defeat. He couldn't compete with these people. They were too strong and he too weak. They were more evil than any other person Frank had had the misfortune of encountering and worst of all. They knew all his weaknesses and all his secrets.

"And now Hardy, the time we've all been anxiously awaiting. The death of your girlfriend. Ah no no. don't close your eyes. Nah." Kuhl said as Frank's eyes closed.

And then a gunshot was heard, which caused his half closed eyed to nearly pop out of their sockets as Callie's lifeless body was thrown to the ground, blood oozing from her chest. Another gunshot, and blood began gushing out of her head.

Frank's knees gave out and he sank to the floor. His shock gave out to a brutal acceptance whose realization crashed down on him like a mirror crashes to the ground. Only it wasn't the glass that broke; it was his heart.

And tears came before he could stop them. He wanted to wipe them away but his handcuffed hands prevented him from doing so. He stole a glance at the blood on the floor. Blood whose red color was now reflected from his eyes as rage overtook his body.

HIM. HE WAS THE DAMN REASON CALLIE WAS DEAD AND THE REASON HIS MUM AND DAD WOULD SOON FOLLOW HER!

He tried to stifle a sob, but failed and its audiology reached the sharp ears of his two assailants.

Kuhl smiled, happy to have caused so much misery to the 'kid' he hated more than anything else on the earth. Anything other than his mom and dad of course.

He had been eager to take his revenge and now that he was doing what he had been wanting to do for the last two years was satisfying to say in the least.

It was exceedingly unfair. How his son who would have been 21 as well was killed 'accidentally' in a raid conducted at his house by Fenton and his comrades.

Now he was getting his revenge. He wouldn't kill this kid. He would destroy him. Emotionally pulverize him to the point he ceased to exist as an individual and become a living ghost. With so much guilt and so much pain, his mere existence would agonize him.

Sbrey's reaction was more or less the same. He had felt for his partner when his son had been killed and his well deserved revenge as well as ensuring their company's safety was something which satisfied him immensely.

Seeing Kuhl preoccupied with what he thought was memories of his son, he had Frank returned to his room.

"Mark," he snapped his fingers, "Take our visitor back to his room."

Frank felt himself being shoved to his feet roughly but he didn't really care about anything right now. All his thoughts were regarding Callie and her death.

He was pushed into the room and he landed hard on the concrete floor, his handcuffs thankfully removed.

He buried his face in his hands, wanting to release all the emotions cramped up inside him. He sat there crying and sobbing, wanting it all to stop.

His grief turned back to rage. Rage against these Russians, rage against Kuhl, against Sbrey and rage against his mum and dad. He hated them for being irresponsible, for not shielding themselves properly. For making him go through all he was going through and for being the cause of Callie's death. a feeling of aversion against them sprang out and he wondered if he would ever be able to forgive them for doing what they had.

A fresh bunch of tears succeeded the ones he had just wiped off and he started sobbing again, wanting the pain to go away. But he knew it wouldn't. it would stay embedded in his heart forever, making it heavy and full of guilt.

He stole a quick glance at his watch wondering what time it was. He wanted to remember it forever. To constantly remind himself of the time his best friend had died. The clock read 02:45, Tuesday 31st October.

"God!" he said as he remembered suddenly.

31st October, 4 days after Joe's birthday was Callie's mom's birthday. How would she ever forgive him for that.

How would she ever forgive him for causing the death of her daughter?

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