Once again, thank you guys so much for reviewing. I wasn't gonna update till later in the week but since you all are so great, heres chapter 7.
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Kevin sat stroking Frankie's hair, trying to keep his mind blank for a moment. To much was happening too fast. He wanted nothing more than to curl into a ball and stay there until this whole thing was over.
He didn't think anything could be more painful than telling Nick and his parents about his conversation with Joe, but he was wrong. He shuddered slightly as he remembered the cries of his littlest brother when his mom told him about Joe. She had tried her best to keep it all simple and not to scare him, but Frankie was a smart kid. He new something was wrong.
It broke Kevin's when his baby brother looked up at him and asked, "Am I ever gonna see him again?"
"Of course you are. Don't think like that," Kevin had told him immediatly. He wasn't certain it was true, but he wasn't about to let himself think about a life where Joe didn't come back.
It had taken over an hour to get Frankie calmed down, and now he was seated on Kevin's lap, sleeping. Time was going by slower now from Kevin's point of view. The police had been called once the new information had been shared, and of course, Kevin's phone was now in the same position as Nick's.
Kevin looked up when he heard the door shut quietly. His mom walked in, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. She sat down in the chair by the window and turned to face Kevin.
"Is he sleeping?" She looked at Frankie sadly.
"Yeah, finally. Where's Nick?"
"He's sleeping in Joe's bed. He's exhausted," she told him. "Your father's in there with him. He fell asleep trying to get Nick to talk to him."
Kevin nodded slowly. He knew this must be hardest on Nick, knowing that Joe was doing this for him.
"You should try to get some sleep Kevin, it's getting late," his mom stood and gently lifted Frankie from his lap. She kissed Kevin on the top of the head as she went to tuck Frankie into bed.
Kevin wiped a hand over his tired eyes and stood slowly. He was about to get into the bed next to him but instead walked out the door, across the hall, and got into Joe's bed, next to Nick. He laid there, staring up at the ceiling, thinking back to when it was both of his brothers with him. He'd give anything to go back to that.
He was startled when Nick shifted in his sleep and mumbled Joe's name. In the moonlight from the window, Kevin could see Nick's face, stained with dried tears. He couldn't stand seeing his brother so upset. He rolled over and closed his eyes, knowing that nothing he could say would make Nick feel better.
The sunlight in Nick's eyes was more than unwelcome. For a moment, he was waking up next to Joe, everything was fine. Then he took a breath, looked around, and remembered. Joe wasn't here.
Nick swung his legs over the side of the bed, placed his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands, and closed his eyes. His mind wandered to his older brother, and where he may be. He wanted to help him but it hurt to even think about what he might be going through because of him.
He remembered his own encounter with Cane, the day they took Joe. It had been terrifying. Most of it was fuzzy but he could remember some of it.
His head shot up suddenly, he stood and walked from the room. He was angry at himself for forgetting what Cane had said to him. He knocked on a door a littles ways down the hall and a moment later Big Rob opened it.
"Nick? What's the matter?"
"I need to talk to you," Nick said quickly, walking past the body guard, into the room.
Big Rob closed the door and followed Nick to where he was pacing.
"What's this about?"
"Cane."
"Look Nick, we're trying everything we can to get Joe back sa..."
"No," Nick cut him off. "Not that."
Big Rob furrowed his eyebrows, intrigued, "Then what is it?"
"When Cane attacked me, before Joe, uh came and, well, you know," he couldn't help but lose his composure whe nhe thought about Joe.
"Go on," Rob encouraged.
"Well, I asked Cane how he got in. Cause you guys checked the whole place you said."
"We did."
"I know, but I asked him, and he smiled, and he told me that he had a friend that helped him out."
"A friend?"
"Yeah. I didn't think anything of it but I just remembered it all of a sudden."
Rob nodded, putting a hand Nick's shoulder, "Good job Nick. This may help a lot. You did good."
"I'm sorry I didn't remember earlier."
"Don't worry about it. You've been through a lot," Big Rob escorted him out of the room and gave him a reassuring pat the back.
As he watched Nick walk down the hall, he pulled out his walkie talkie. He was angry and he needed to do this now. If what Nick told him was true then someone he trusted was completly undeserving of that trust.
"I need to see everyone in my room," he spoke firmly. "Now."
Joe woke when Blake landed a rough smack the back of his head. His neck was cramped from sleeping in such an uncomfortable position.
"Rise and shine sleeping beauty," Cane said sarcasticaly. He was seated on a dirty looking couch, a few feet from Joe's chair. Joe wasn't in the mood for anything. He was sore, and tired, and he wanted to go home. The worst part was knowing that he wasn't going to get to go home. But he was all for being tied to a chair with two crazy holding him hostage people if it meant that Nick was safe.
"Do you think you look good enough to be on camera?"
Joe looked at Cane, confused.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Cane inclined his head toward the corner of the room. Joe reluctantly turned his head and wasn't pleased with what he saw.
"A video camera? Seriously dude?" Joe knew it wouldn't be fun to flim whatever he had in store.
Cane smiled, "Well, our phone conversation didn't get the point across about how serious we are. So we figure if your family sees your pain first hand, they'll change their minds."
"I'm not in pain," Joe said quickly.
"You will be," Cane told him, leaving the room.
Great, Joe thought, letting out a long, stressfull sigh.
Sorry it's so short, but I wanted to get an update in for you.
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