Hey guys, sorry this is taking forever. Here's a long chapter then for you. I've been pretty busy, and I just finished another story, so I'm working on these ones now. You guys have been so awesome, there's like a billion reviews, so here are some answers!
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Frank didn't move from his spot on the wall once he realized Joe fell asleep. The steady rhythm of his breathing matched his own, blending as one. Frank thought long and hard, he needed to find a way out of here. The window wasn't big enough to fit through, and it was also halfway submerged underwater.
He groaned internally, part from the pain in his back from falling, and the process of trying to come up with an escape plan.
The one that popped up in his mind the most was overtaking the guards and Antonio, he seemed to only have two. But there were almost always more, so he couldn't take into account how many more because there could be a thousand. Maybe a distraction, and take off.
There was barely anything else to help them get out. There was that window in the corner, the two chairs and severed ropes that tied them to it. There was door that looked like it led to a small closet. Maybe, after Joe woke up, he would go check it out. If there was enough room, the two of them could fit inside and then surprise the guards when they came back down.
The only problem, the both of them would need to be in there for it to work, except Joe would probably have a panic attack. Frank looked down at his sleeping little brother fondly, wishing this had not gone the way it had. The problem with Joe, being the youngest, bad guys often aimed for him first, looking to do damage to their father, and even Frank. And it didn't look like it would be any different here.
From years of slutheing, Joe had discovered a certain phobia of things, the biggest one being claustrophobia. Being locked up in small, dark places had become his biggest fear. Frank had seen the effects at home, once. Joe had been cleaning in the pantry when Frank walked by and accidently shut the door, which triggered the automatic lights, making it dark in the pantry.
Frank heard shifting around and bumping, and he quickly opened the door again, the lights flooding on. Joe was pressed up against the corner, eyes flicking around, breathing heavily. Cans and boxes had been thrown on the floor in an attempt to find the door. Frank had realized how bad of an affect some things had on him.
Taking Joe into the closet to hide would maybe work if he was inside with him, but if Frank had to leave for some reason, Joe wouldn't be able to hold it together.
The sound of the trapdoor opening snapped Frank out of his thoughts, and two paper bags where thrown down, before the door shutting again. One of the bags fell on its side and an apple rolled out. Frank hadn't even realized how hungry he was.
Lifting Joe's head off his shoulder, he gently shook him awake.
"Hey buddy. Wake up, food's here."
Joe opened his eyes before blinking them to fully wake up. "I'd like a steak and lobster, please. With like three cups of coffee." Frank chuckled and gave his brother a hand up. Joe kept his bad arm at his side, trying to keep it as still as possible.
Together, they opened the bag up and they were identical. There was an apple, two bottles of water, and a PB and J sandwich. Hungrily, the boys sat down and shoved down the food as fast as possible without puking it back up. Frank chugged down one water bottle, and when to drink the other, but this time Joe warned him
"Woah, bro, slow it down. We don't know when we're getting another one." Frank looked a little shocked, but nodded gratefully. Normally it was Frank giving the rational advice, but he guessed Joe could think sometimes too.
After a few minutes of silence, Joe swallowed his bite of apple and asked the question Frank had been thinking about for the entire he was asleep.
"So, how are we getting off this stupid boat?" Frank shrugged and finished off his sandwich.
"I've been thinking about it, we don't have a lot of options. The next time they come down, maybe we could jump them. They weren't armed last time, so that would be easier. Or, the option I like less, instead of jumping them from the beginning, go hide in the closet in the back over there, and wait for them to really come in. Then we grab them." Frank explained.
At the mention of the closet, Joe looked uncomfortable. "Yeah, I agree with you, I don't like that idea very much." He put down his apple and pulled his legs in, sitting criss cross.
Frank looked over in sympathy. "I know you don't like small places. But we may need to, if we want to get out."
Joe nodded. "I get it, but I just don't like it. What if we go in, and they come down and actually lock us in there. Then we would be trapped, there are no lights in this closet. Then the rocking won't help, and the wall will come down, and it will be getting smaller, and, and-" Just thinking about it, Joe started having a panic attack. He gripped his knees and breathed in and out of his mouth, trying to calm himself down.
Frank moved over and sat in front of his brother. He didn't touch him, during an attack Joe didn't like being touched, but he made eye contact with him, saying soothing words.
"Hey, Joe, it's alright. You're not in the closet, you're out here, there is plenty of room here. You're safe." It took a few more minutes, but Joe finally calmed down, and he shook his head.
"Whew, sorry, Frank. I guess I couldn't help myself." He apologized.
"It's not your vault. It's totally fine, it happens."
"So," Joe asked his question again, "What are we going to do when they show up?"
Frank was going to answer when the trapdoor started creaking open. Joe swore under his breath, and the brothers stood up.
"Attack them when they come down," Frank muttered under his breath, just loud enough for Joe to hear. He just hoped this worked.
Lots of thoughts in there. Thanks to Barb with helping me get to this part of the story, so these coming chapters are for you!
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