Here is an update on Frank. I think I will be going back and forth from the brothers for a while.
FRANK
"Frank" "Frank, honey. Wake up" Voices were calling at me and all I wanted to do was sleep. My body ached. Where was I? Memories came flooding back to me. Getting mad at my parents, Tom appearing, getting shot and drugged, Joe! I opened my eyes quickly.
"Joe! Where's Joe?" I whispered, my eyes finding my mom and dad sitting nearby. I was in a hospital bed.
"We're hoping you can answer that" My dad looked defeated and exhausted.
"He's.. he's not here?" I asked quietly, my heart filled with dread.
"No, honey. He's missing. When we came back up from the cateria, he was gone and you.. You were.." My mom started to cry.
"Mom, I'm okay" I said softly. My shoulder was throbbing painfully but I was alright.
"What happened Frank?" My dad spoke up, coming close to hold my uninjured arm.
"Tom, it was Tom.." I whispered, "Vanessa had called me when you went down to the cafeteria. Joe, he was asleep, so I stepped right outside his door. I, I didn't want to wake him up." The tears had already began to fall. "While I was talking to Van, he.. He shot the guards watching Joe's room and waited for me to end the call. He ushered me into Joe's room. Joe was awake and he looked so scared. I tried to go to him but Tom, he had a gun and told me to go across the room… He, he was so agitated, kept yelling at Joe to shut up. I tried to reason with him, but he shot me in the shoulder instead…" By this time, we were all crying. I took a couple of deep breaths and tried to calm down a little. "After that, Tom pulled out a syringe. It was some sort of knock out drug. He..he knocked Joe out first. I.. I couldn't do anything to..to stop it… Then he got me. The last thing I…I remember seeing was Tom rolling Joe out of the room."
"I'm so sorry. We should have stayed here with you" My father spoke first.
"I should have stayed in the room and not went outside to talk to Van. I should have been watching Joe.." I started to sob, I couldn't hold it in.
"Frank, this isn't your fault. It's that maniac Tom's fault. He is to blame." My mom patted my back softly, "We will get him back, we always do." I couldn't look my parents in the eyes, "Frank, sweetie. Look at me." My eyes slowly went to my moms, "This isn't your fault, you understand that right?" I nodded slowly, words failing me.
After a couple of minutes, I had stopped crying and tried to compose myself a little. "How long has he had Joe?" I asked.
"About 24 hours now." My dad looked at his watch,
"24 hours already! A whole day! We should be out looking for him, not sitting around in a hospital room."
"We didn't know the full story and we were worried about you. The police have been notified and are looking."
"When can I get out?"
"Frank, you just woke up from getting shot."
"Dad, I need to be out there looking for him or doing something."
"I know, son."