Hold On To Him | Jonas Brothers

Chapter 7

Hi there :)

It's been 6 months.. Thank you so much for your patience with me! I have a terrible writers block and I have no idea what to do about it or with this book.

I hope you like it :)

Frankie's P.O.V.
I love the idea of us getting a dog. It will help Nick, but it will also be more fun at home. Less empty, I guess. A fun dog to take with us on long walks. Maybe visit the beach some time.

Nick is slowly getting better. He gets up in the mornings and joins us during breakfast, lunch and dinner, but in between he still sleeps a lot.

He's played the guitar a bit. Also, the piano. Him playing an instrument usually means he's getting better.

I'm sitting at the bar side of the kitchen island in the kitchen. I made myself a cup of coffee. I feel adult enough to drink coffee. Dad disagrees, but who is he to judge when he drinks about five of them himself every single day.

"Frank. You know what we said about coffee." Dad entered the kitchen. "So?" I respond.

"Excuse me?" He stops in his tracks. "You've been getting on my nerves. You better change your attitude mister." He adds.

It's true. I've been testing the limits these last few weeks. I've been backtalking whenever someone says something to me. I never listen and I never do what they tell me to do. I usually do the exact opposite of that. Especially if it works better for me that way.

Being the youngest, for some reason, I never got grounded or got any electronic devices taken away from me. If the others act like I have done for the last few weeks, they wouldn't have gotten away with it. The only plus of being the youngest.

I don't respond to dad. I know I will get into trouble if I backtalk now. I know when to shut up. Maybe that's why I haven't gotten in real trouble yet.

Sipping my coffee, the remainder of the family walks in.

"What's the plan today?" Nick asks when we're eating breakfast. Yes, we still try to eat every meal together. It's been kind of a thing to watch everyone's food intake. Well, Pippa's food intake and Nick's food intake to manage his Diabetes.

"You mean besides your sleeping?" I hadn't meant for anyone to hear that, but I spoke louder than I intended for.

"FRANKIE!" Oh no. Dad is angry. I flinch when he yells and everyone else keeps quiet.

"I'm sorry." I apologize. It's quiet for a little while longer while dad seethes with anger in silence.

I keep to myself for the remainder of breakfast and don't converse with anyone.

The rest talks about their plans for the day. Joe is going to meet with Philippine. Pippa is going to visit Alena as it's been a while she's went over there to visit.

Nick is still taking it slow, but he's going to go with Pippa to see Alena for a couple hours. Dad is going to attend some band business as they have been on the down low with everything going on.

Mom is going to do some house stuff that's been put off due to other things.

To help Nick, we're going for a walk to get him some fresh air and to get him to do small things again.

The bug he dealt with was a tough one. He's been sick for weeks, so he feels really weak now that he's slowly getting better.

Pippa and Joe joined us for fun. It's nice to be with them.

Joe has time before he's going to meet up with Philippine and Pippa is going with Nick to see Alena and until then she's got nothing better to do with her time.

After our first few miles, we arrive at a little café we've been going to on our walks. It's a nice place to take a break for Nick. As always, we have our own orders.

Joe: Coffee with chocolate cake.

Nick: Diet coke with sugar free banana bread.

Pippa: Coffee with a package of sweetened candy.

Me: A regular coke with apple cake.

The other three have some small talk while I stay out of that.

A hand waves in front of my face, pulling me out of my thoughts back into the real world.

I slap the hand away from my face a little rough. Joe cradles his hand to his chest with a pout on his lips.

"That was harsh Tank. What's making you so bitter?" Nick asks me. I shrug and take a sip from my coke.

"So, there's no reason for you to act all hulky?" He asks me. "I know it's common for me to hulk out, but for you?" He continues. I give him a glare.

"Oh, common Tank. Work with us here. We're only trying to be nice and all you can do is fight, glare, ignore or yell at us." He finishes.

"There's nothing wrong with me. Stay the hell out of it." I grumble angrily and loud enough for other tables to hear as well.

We finish up quickly to walk back home. I kinda set the mood when I lashed out.

On the way home, I look around and see a couple of things.

I see little kids playing on a playground near the café we just were.

It's autumn and the trees are slowly losing their leaves. Almost all of them are a shade of brown. Here and there a few greenish/yellowish ones.

At some point we see a man walking his dog, but when I look more closely, he's not just walking the dog.

The man looks to be in a hurry while the dog just wants to sniff some bushes. The man releases the leash and stomps off, muttering something about not having time for this.

I'm not the only one who notices this. We all notice it. Did the man just leave his dog? Unattended? Is he going to come back?

Joe is the first to respond and yells at the man to come back. The man comes stomping back and we fear for Joe immediately as the man doesn't seem so kind.

Joe did some things. The man did some things and before we know it the man is gone.

"JOE!!"