Hello everyone! I'm sorry for not updating but school has been hectic. Wow guys, happy 1 year anniversary to this story and happy 18th birthday to me. Jeez it's been a year, I did not plan for it to take so long. But thanks to everyone who has stuck with it these 365 days. Still looking for a Beta for the rest of the story. Pm me if you're interested.

ErinJordan: He will, in time. But he definitely will.

Guest: He's in this choppy don't worry! I love Joe

the other 3 guests: Since y'all said pretty much the exact same thing I'll just combine your responses. Savvy? Thanks for pushing me to keep writing. I was getting writers block halfway through.

Who reads authors notes? Onto the story which your all probably skipping to anyways.

Chapter 13: The Kidnapping

(Frank is 17. Joe is 16)

It was almost eleven o'clock at night when the last song started playing. The live band made one last dedication to the Bayport High School lovers before strumming the opening chord. It was a slow song, so the couples could have one last moment together. All the people who had come to the dance alone or with friends slowly filed out the door to get a head start in the traffic that was to ensure.

Frank held his girlfriend close, whispering sweet nothings in her ear as they swayed to the beat. He didn't want this night to end! Frank sighed deeply, relaxing as Callie entwined her fingers through his hair. Callie's eyes left Frank's and traveled down to his lips and leaned in close for a passionate kiss.

Joe was dancing with Iola, his hands were resting on her waist, her arms loosely draped around his neck, head resting against his broad shoulder while his chin was buried in her silky hair. His heart fluttered as he caught a whiff of her strawberry scented shampoo. God, how he loved that smell. The disco ball was throwing bits of colored lights around them, bouncing off Joe's eyes, Iola's dress, the floor beneath them and Iola's hair, looking like sequins. Joe smiled as he thought of his future with Iola, she had finally said yes! He still couldn't believe it.

Once the song ended, everyone clapped for the band before heading out to the parking lot. It was crowded and people were pushing and shoving their way to their cars, eager to get to the after parties.

"See you at Mr. Pizza's." Frank told Callie, letting go of her hand as the group drifted towards their respective vehicles.

Frank and Joe waited around, letting the parking lot clear out a little first because Joe was so impatient during traffic. They were leaning against their van listening to their classmates honk their horns at each other. For October, it was quite warm out, and a beautiful night. Frank was gazing upwards, looking for constellations in the darkened sky.

"Iola said yes." Joe broke the silence between them.

"Really?" Frank turned to his brother, wide eyed. "Congratulations Joe, that's great!"

"Thanks." Joe smiled happily.

"We can double date now!" Frank said, excitedly. Like Joe, Frank had been awaiting this moment as well.

Finally, the parking lot cleared out enough for them to leave. Frank opened the drivers side, door climbed in and started his checklist. He had just gotten his license a few weeks ago and still considered himself a new driver. The passenger side door creaked open and Joe plopped down next to him, a cheesy smile on his face.

"Hurry up, Frank! I'm starving!" Joe mocked Frank's pre-driving routine.

Mirrors? Check. Seatbelt? Check. "I'm sure you and your stomach can wait a little longer." He glanced over at Joe. "Put your seatbelt on."

"Yes, Aunt Gertrude." Joe replied sarcastically, but complied.

Eventually, Frank started the car and put it in drive. He drove out of the school parking lot and towards Mr. Pizza's.

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"The band was really good this year." Joe said, gazing out the window as the landscape flew by.

"I agree." Frank replied, eyes not leaving the road ahead. "Tonight was fun."

"Yes it was." Joe paused before breaking into a hearty smile. "I saw you and Callie lip locking!" He teased.

Frank rolled his eyes. "Oh Joe, we were not 'lip locking', we kissed."

"Frank and Callie sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Joe sing-songed.

"Shut up, Joe." Frank tried to scold, but he was smiling. "That'll be you and Iola some-" it was then that Frank glanced in the rearview mirror to see a shadowy...something in the back of the van. Whatever it was, it wasn't there before.

"Frank?" Joe asked, feeling the tension rise, he turned slightly towards the back of the van. Frank was dumbly squinting in the rearview mirror, trying to make out the new threat. It looked almost human, but only just.

Suddenly the figure sprung forward, snaked an arm around the passenger seat and held a knife to Joe's throat.

The younger Hardy froze as he felt the cold metal press against his skin. Due to the angle of the mirrors, he couldn't see who was behind him, but could smell the potent alcohol on his breath and feel his strength through the blade.

"Hello boys. Ya miss me?" Louis said, grinning evilly. Joe went rigid, immediately recognizing the sound of a drunk, redneck man he had tried to forget.

Frank gasped, eyes wide, and fingers gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. He wanted to slam on his brakes, but they were on a crowded highway. It just wouldn't be safe, not to mention the harm it could cause Joe. Frank began to steer the car towards the shoulder of the road.

"Oh no, boy. Ya keep on drivin'. We're goin' on a road trip." Louis laughed but turned serious a moment later. "Try any funny business, an' blondie 'ere gets it!" With his free hand, he grabbed a handful of Joe's hair, close to his scalp, and yanked back hard, causing Joe's back to arch and the blade to slightly bite into his neck. He let out a yelp which caused Frank to turn to him, concern, worry, and fear etched on his face.

"Keep yer eyes on the road, Michael." Louis sneered, watching Frank's reaction.

Michael. It'd been a long time since anyone had called him that. To Frank, the name just brought back memories of pain, hurt, hunger and fear.

"My name is Frank." Frank said as calmly as he could.

Louis tsked. "S'pose you need a reminder of what yer name is?"

Frank shuddered at the wheel, past memories flooding back. "No."

"No what?"

"No, sir." Frank whispered. Old habits die hard. Frank did as he was told and kept his eyes on the road, but he increased his speed hoping a cop would notice and have a reason to pull him over.

Joe felt a drop of warm blood slowly slide down his neck. The cut wasn't deep, just a scratch, but it still hurt like Hell. He tried to remain as still as possible, which was easy with Louis yanking his hair back and a knife pressed to his throat. He was attempting to stay calm, but failed miserably as fear and panic began to take over. Oh my god. Oh my god, oh my god ohmygod. This cannot be happening, this is not happening oh my god.

They drove for awhile longer, the only voice being Louis' directing Frank where to go. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Louis directed Frank to pull into a wooded side street and stop the car. The road was deserted, it was far from the main highway and surrounded by dense woods. Frank had no other choice but to comply. He turned off the engine and waited. Frank began to relax as Louis slowly removed the knife from Joe's throat but kept a firm hand griping the boy's scalp.

Suddenly, Joe felt a sharp pain in his neck, he tried to fight it, the dizziness, nausea and sleepiness, but found he couldn't and succumbed to darkness in a matter of seconds.

"Joe!" Frank watched in horror as his brother was drugged, he scrambled to unbuckle his seat belt, but Louis was faster. He grabbed one of Frank's wrists but did not expect the teen to lash out. With his free hand, Frank punched Louis in the nose, hard enough for Louis to loosen his grip, and scrambled out of the van. Leaving an unconscious Joe slumped in the passenger seat.

Frank ran. He ran off the empty road and into the woods. He ran like the devil was on his heels, ducking under vines and tree branches to elude his captor. Suddenly, a man stepped from behind a tree and Frank collided with him, being knocked to the ground from the force of the man's chest.

Frank gazed up, seeing the bulging muscles and several tattoos Frank cringed. The man had a shaved head, but a full mustache and makings of a beard.

"Are you okay, son?" The man asked Frank, helping him up.

"No, please help me! A man, a man has my brother!" He panted, still winded, judgement clouded by fear

"What? What man?" The man masculine figure replied, genuinely shocked.

"My... It's a long story! Just call the police!" Frank yelled.

"Okay, okay, son calm down. Everything's going to be alright. You're safe now." The man paused "Michael." Snake grinned evilly.

Frank backed up, shaking like a leaf. "You... You..." Abruptly, he was grabbed from behind in a massive bear hug. Frank tried to scream but a meaty hand quickly covered his mouth. A needle pressed down into his neck and Frank faded into darkness.

Thanks for reading! Please review tell me what you think constructive criticism appreciated. Please take the poll on my profile. Question for you all: what do you want to see happen next? There has to be some kind of torture sequence between Louis and the boys (you all want to read it too) so I need suggestions on that too. Please and thank you!