I told everyone I would write one more chapter of this, so I am. I keep my promises.

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A/N: I'm making this into a three or four chapter book. Not sure. Update once a week, guaranteed. Review please.

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"Nooooooooooooo!" Frank yelled, running out into the icy lake. "Joe!" He dived into the lake, pulling at Joe's shoe. Unfortunately, it came off in Joe's hand.

"Help me!" Joe cried, as if awakened by a realization that he didn't want to die, and make life go hazy, and then gone, and he was terrified of drowning. "I don't want to die!"

"I will little brother! I'll save you!" he called. Grabbing onto Joe's foot he pulled Joe to the middle of the lake near where the tree was.

"What in the name of hell possessed you to do that?" Frank demanded, hugging his brother. "Oh, forget that. I'm just so glad you're alive!"

"I hate Callie," Joe said. Tears streamed down his face, and Frank knew he was upset about more then the $400 prom dress.

"I figured as much." Frank shifted to one side. "What happened, Joe?"

"It's a long story," Joe said, looking at Frank. "It's getting dark," he added in a mocking voice, "shouldn't we return home?"

"The night is young," Frank said, looking at the sky. The sky, in reality, was pitch-black. But Frank knew Joe needed to talk, and now was the time.

"Well... six months ago," Joe said, "When you and Callie started dating, you remember the case we had?"

"Yes," Frank said. "The one that involved the killer whales, right?" he asked with a smile.

"Yeah, that's the one. You remember how Shi'n'ln kidnapped me? And you and Callie rescued me and you had to give up your date?"

"Yes," Frank said, "because we got the lead."

"Callie wished that I'd stay dead. Then Aunt Gertrude said it was my fault I was kidnapped in the first place. She said that because I was Fenton Hardy's son I deserved to die. I told her to shut up. She kept on me, though. Guess what she told me tonight?"

"I don't know."

"She found out my secret, Frank. She found out my secret!" Joe swore. He sighed and rolled up his sleeve and Frank gasped.

"Joe?" Frank gasped. "Why?"

"Why am I doing this, because I can Frank, it relieves the stress, I hate myself Frank, I wish you'd have let me die. I want to die!"

"Joe, you can't die. What would I do without you, little brother?" Frank asked. He gently laid a hand on Joe's shoulder.

"Live freely, without me bothering you anymore," Joe said, not bothering to dry his tears. He looked – no was – upset to say the least.

"That's a lie, Joe, what has Aunt Gertrude been doing to you?" Frank demanded. He was sure it was she.

Joe sighed. "I hate her, Frank. I really hate her… and … she's..."

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We'll find out Joe's secret in the next chapter. Let me know how many chapters you think I should make this book.

Thanks in advance.

Quick shutout: Because I'm reopening the story, please don't flame me. Thanks!