Chapter 8 is here! Enjoy :)

Thanks to Cherylann Rivers who pointed out that I put the same chapter... oops

FRANK

I was in my first class of the day, calculus class, when my phone started buzzing from my pocket. I pulled it out and an unknown number was calling me. Seeing as I was in class and I didn't know who was calling me, I shoved my phone back in my pocket and continued listening to my teacher.

After my first class, I had a ten minute break before the next class. I decided to check my phone. It had a voicemail on it. I opened my phone and played the voicemail, "Frank…It's your brother... I...I need help. I'm in the basement of school, I think… Don't… don't trust… the Joe you see at home…He's.. he's an imposter. Please, you got to help me…".

The voicemail ended, leaving me with questions and concerns. The person on the phone sounded like Joe, but how could it be? I had just seen my brother ten seconds ago in the hallway. This voicemail had really confirmed all of my suspicions. Walking to my next class, I was lost in thought about Joe.

"Frank? You okay?" Chet asked me, we had second period together, "You look as pale as a ghost".

"I'm okay. I'll tell you later. Hang out at lunch?"

"Sure" Chet kept looking at me with a worried expression. How was I supposed to tell him what I had just heard…

JOE

Frank hadn't answered the call, I left a short voicemail. I had really hoped he would have answered. My eyes closed in defeat.

"What the hell are you doing?" Maurice's voice yelled. I opened my eyes and he was glaring at the phone, "did you use this?" I didn't answer.

"Did you call someone!?" He screamed at me. I still didn't reply but I quickly filled with fear, "who did you call!"

"No one" I whispered quietly.

"Liar!" He was getting angrier and angrier by the second. I should have hid the phone, stupid me.

"I didn't… call anyone" I breathed out.

"You're such a liar!" Maurice screamed at me. He reached down, hand reaching around my neck. The maniac lifted me up by my neck and smashed my head against a nearby wall. Stars clouded my vision as I fell to the ground. I could feel darkness coming but fought to stay awake. I heard a ripping sound and felt hard pressure on my legs. Maurice was duct taping my legs together. My broken leg throbbed in protest. Next, he pulled my handcuffed arms and duct taped them together. I looked at him questioning what he was doing. Maurice took another piece of tape and shoved it on my mouth.

"You're not going anywhere Joey" he slammed my head on the floor and I felt no more…