I cannot even begin to express how sorry I am for not updating. I have a lot on my plate and I put writing on the backburner but I am determined to finish this because I already have the sequel planned in my head. I hope most of ya'll are still with me so please review to show me you guys want this story to continue. I mean it REVIEW!
PS, I know it is short, Im working on making my chapters longer. Okay continue with your reading.
So Emotional
"Forget him," Rachel said to herself, so angry she was pacing back and forth. She didn't regret on thing she said, in fact she was happy for saying it. She finally got her backbone back. She was not going to be told what to do anymore, but she still knew that Frank's heart was in the right place. All he wanted to do is make sure she was safe. Rachel started thinking about everything, and just started crying. Everything was hitting her very hard; Tyson, Frank and a freaking D- in History. She lied down on her bed and held on to her pillow. This making her cry harder because she wished her pillow was Frank. He would have been there to hold her while she cried tears that had been waiting to pour out since the attack. Laying there crying an idea pop into her head. She got up and grabbed her keyboard and song book and started on a new song. The song title was 'So Emotional.'
Frank stopped at the grocery store and got the turkey like his mom had asked. He was trying not to get let his emotions show but Rachel's word hurt him so deeply, he just want to hurt something. He swore that if he ever saw Tyson again that he would exactly that. When he got home, he finished his Thanksgiving Break homework and watch cartoons in the living room. His parent was probably at his mom's shop so he was alone. He dozed off on his couch and was awaken by his house phone. When he looked at the clock it was close to midnight and he could hear his father snoring. "Hello," he said when he answered the phone. He didn't hear anyone talking, just a piano. He automatically knew it was Rachel. The song went on for a few minutes and then he heard Rachel pick up the phone. "What did you name that one?" he asked. "'So Emotional.' I'm working on the lyrics, but I just wanted your opinion," Rachel said. "I like it, is it a ballet or an up tempo song?" "I haven't decided yet, I think it can be both." No one said anything for a minute. Neither one wanted to be the first on to say 'I'm sorry.' "Well, it's late, I guess I'll see you later," Rachel said. "Rachel-" she hung up before he could say anything. Frank kept the phone to his ear knowing she was gone but his hand wouldn't let go. "Frank, who was that on the phone?" Katherine asked coming downstairs in her robe. Frank finally hung up the phone and said, "It was the wrong number." His mom nodded and went to the cabinet and pulled out a box of tea. "What are you doing?" he asked. "I'm going to made you some chamomile tea with lemon," she said. "Why?" "Sweetie, you haven't slept through the night since Rachel got attacked. You are exhausting yourself worrying about her," she explained. Frank sighed, "Mom, I can't help the fact that I want to protect her. If I lose her, I'll die." Katherine shook her head and put water in the kettle. "Baby, it wasn't your fault," she said. "Mom it was my fault, I should have just gone to pick her up-" "I'm not talking about that," she cut him off. "Then what are you talking about?" he asked. "Josie." "Okay, mom, goodnight," he got up and started to leave. "Franklin, don't walk away from me," Katherine said sternly. "Mom, I don't want to talk about this," he groaned. "You never want to talk about it, one day you are going to explode." Frank turned to look at her. Tears were coming down her face. It hurt him seeing his mother cry. "Ma, don't cry," he pleaded. She wiped her tears and poured the now hot tea in a cup and gave it to him before heading back up stairs. Frank went to go sit down when he heard his mom say, "You know, you may have lost your sister, but I lost my daughter but I'm not losing my son." Frank turned around but she was gone upstairs. He went back to the couch but again the phone rang. He answered, "Hello." He listened to the call and almost passed out.
"Rachel, get up," she heard her dad say. She groaned and threw her pillow at him. "Okay, you made me do this," Fletcher picked her up out of bed and put her on her feet. "What the hell!" she yelled. "Put you shoes on, we'll be in the car," he threw her coat and tennis shoes. "Wait, where are we going?" she asked but he was already out the door. "Okay, then this better is good," she said to herself.
Both Frank and Rachel and their families arrived at the police station. They were all in their pajamas. "Do you know what's going on?" Rachel asked Frank. Frank looked at her and put his arm around her waist tightly and whispered in her ear, "They found him." Rachel's knees almost gave out but Frank's grip held her up and carried her inside.
"Ms. Marron, Tyson Jones was caught by our officers earlier today but he pulled a gun out and shot one of our men. They killed him," the officer said. Rachel didn't want to look so happy because she didn't want him to died, just for him to leave her alone and Frank felt the same way. "Oh thank God," Alison expressed. Everybody looked at her. "What? It isn't like no one wanted to say that," she said. Frank looked at Rachel and reached for her hand. "What about his parents?" Rachel asked. "They are on their way but if you don't want to see them it's okay. They told us that they don't blame you for anything." Rachel smiled and said, "I think I want to go now."
Everybody said their goodnights for the night but Frank and Rachel kept their distance. It was clear their relationship was going to be rocky for a while. Now that Rachel was safe, Frank could breathe a little better. Rachel was happy that Tyson was out of her life but she was still kind of peeved at Frank for his behavior for the last few weeks. They would have to talk because their parents are spending Thanksgiving together so the kids could have their first holiday together. Both Frank and Rachel thought that maybe it was a bad idea for their moms to meet because now they are the best of friends in just a short time.