Well since I have been not updating as regularly as I ought to, now I'm updating as quickly as I can.

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Chapter 12

He was walking through a grave yard on a snowy, misty night. His mind and soul desperately searching for the one person he loved the most in the world. He refused to believe that person could commit suicide, it just wasn't the type of thing he would do. He suddenly heard a whimper and knew instinctively he had found him. His brother was kneeling down beside the grave of Callie, sobbing inconsolably, a knife in his hands.

"Frank, wait," Joe yelled but his brother appeared not to have heard. "Don't do this Frank, stop!" Joe ran towards him, ready to do whatever he could to stop him.

"I'm sorry Joe!!!! I can't stay here with you. I'm dead!!!" He appeared ghostly and tired.

"No Frank you're not!!! You're as alive as me or Vanessa or anyone else!!!"

"I died that day Joe!!!!! I'm dead and now I'm going where I belong!" and with that he thrust the knife into his wrist.

"NOOO!" Joe yelled.

Suddenly the scene changed. Joe was sitting peacefully on the couch when suddenly the bell rang. He got up to open the door. A bloody figure was lying on the doorstep, writhing in pain.

"Joe, help," it croaked as if uttering even one word caused it agony.

"Frank!!!" Joe exclaimed. "Wait I'll get help!" he ran to the living room. "Damn where the hell is my cell phone," he said frantically searching for it. "Found it," he said relieved and called 911. As soon as he was done he went back to Frank; gently lifting him up and taking him inside; murmuring words of comfort and assurance in his ears.

"Sorry for the delay, I was calling an ambulance. Come on you'll be okay soon." He said guiding him to the couch and laying him on it.

"Joe," Frank croaked. "I think this is the end. I love you lil bro, but I'm afraid I can't carry on. just be strong and live your life to the fullest."

"Wha... whadda ya mean Frank?" Joe almost shouted. "No don't leave…. You can't leave me in here!!! Please. Don't….."

Frank moved his hand and gripped his brother's arm with it.

"Bye bye," he said and closed his eyes.

Tears swam in Joe's eyes, threatening to drop down as the realization of his loss crashed down on him.

Joe's eyes suddenly popped open and he sat up on in his bed, not surprised to find his eyes flooded with tears. Sweat beaded his forehead as he took three huge breaths in an attempt to calm himself down, convincing himself Frank was alive.

Ever since he had received the news of Callie's death he'd been unable to sleep. And on the rare occasion he had managed to drift off, images in which Frank was hurt, dead or dying had plagued his dreams.

It had been many hours since he had woken up, but he was still trying to cope with what he had seen in his dreams.

He suddenly remembered the exceedingly difficult task that he had to do.

Knowing he had to do it imminently, he took out his cell phone.

"Hello," he said nervously.

"Oh. Hi Joe!" Came the cheery reply. "Is Callie staying with you guys? If she is, tell her she really is very irresponsible and she should call me as quickly as she can!"

"Urr… no… Mrs. Shaw. She's not with us." He replied awkwardly.

"She's not?" she said the slightest bit of concern becoming evident in her voice.

"Mrs. Shaw… Callie's….. Callie's dead," he said stumbling over his words and then finally dropping the bomb shell.

"What… what the hell are you saying Joe? Callie isn't dead. She can't be!!!" came the frantic, disbelieving cries.

Joe knew she was on the verge of hysteria.

"I'm really really sorry. We, ….. We just received the news, Callie and Frank both've been missing for a week now…. And Ur... today got the news of her…." Joe couldn't continue. He just couldn't bring himself to say the "d" word.

"Hello…. Hello…. Mrs. Shaw…. Mrs. Shaw!" he said with more force.

Realizing he was speaking to a dead line, he threw the cell phone with all his might across the room, suddenly wanting an outlet for the rage that was boiling up inside of him.

He felt the events of the week taking their tool on him and he beganfeeling weak and sank into the nearby couch covering his face with his hands.

He was vaguely familiar of someone creeping into the room and sitting down beside him, but he didn't care.

He yearned to punch his dad hard on the face and scream at his mum to get lost once and for all!!!!!

"Joe!" the voice whispered softly in his ear placing his arm around his shoulders.

"Oh Sam!" he said his eyes filling with tears again. He put both his arms around Sam's neck pulling him in a rough hug.

"Its okay, Joe!" Sam whispered reassuringly in his ear.

Joe's only response were the tears which started falling from his eyes and trickling down his cheeks. Tears which had been threatening to flow all week, yet he had somehow managed to refrain from crying. He had maintained control but now he felt as if he couldn't take it anymore.

He knew Frank and he had been in many precarious situations before but none had been as emotionally traumatizing as this one.

"Joe!" Sam said.

"Yeah?" he said through choked sobs.

"Fenton and Laura have decided to give themselves up. With any luck Frank will be back by two hours."

"What?" Joe cried "Is this supposed to make me feel better or more upset?" he asked, his hatred and anger for his mum and dad spent. All he felt now were the all two familiar sensations of grief and guilt. "No! We….. We have to stop them! He cried pulling away from Sam and swiping at his eyes.

"I'm sorry, they've already left………."