You can't do this alone. ~Frank Hardy x Reader~

Chapter 8.4 - What Happened in Bridgeport

Juliet's POV

I walked up the stairs, only to find Frank coming down from the attic. He saw me and a smile appeared on his face.

"Hey, how was your day with Callie?" Frank asked me.

"It was really, really good." I told him, my grin reaching from ear to ear.

"That's amazing, and the doctors?" He asked me, looking at the new bandages on my arms and the new butterfly bandage on my forehead.

"Went good too, I'm all good. I just need time now." I said.

"That's really good. I know I've already said this but... I'm glad you're okay." He told me, gently grasping my hand and running his thumb on the back of my hand.

"I am too. I, uh... I'm still in shock about how lucky I got I guess. I mean..." I trailed off, not knowing what else to say.

"Just be happy you did, like you said last night, let's not dwell on it." He said.

"I'll try not to, okay? Want to come with me to say goodnight to Joe?" I asked him.

"Sure. Joe!" He called out, walking towards his door.

"You ready for your first day of school in beautiful Bridgeport tomorrow?" Frank asked, swinging around into his room by the door frame.

I walked in after his question only to see the remnants of tears in his eyes.

"Come on, man. It's not that bad." Frank said, seeing his brother upset.

I looked around the room and saw the absolute chaos around us. Everything was broken and things had looked like they'd been tossed around the room.

"Joe? What happened in here?" I asked him, bringing Frank's attention to the mess in the room.

"Good question." Joe answered.

"This is messy, man, even for you." Frank said.

"I didn't do this." My head flew up at Joe's statement.

"What do you mean?" I asked him, nerves building in my body.

"Someone totally searched my room. And it wasn't Aunt Trudy." Joe said.

"Oh, my god..." I whispered. I hated thinking about someone actually being in the house. It sent chills up my spine.

I looked at Frank and I could see that he was worried too.

"They take anything?" Frank asked his brother.

"No. I don't think they found what they were looking for." Joe said.

"The piece?" I assumed and Joe nodded.

"You're sure someone was in here?" Frank asked again, hoping that somehow they'd be wrong in their assumption.

"Yep. They even looked in this." Joe said, holding out a ripped paper mache plane that had been Mr. Hardy's from when he was a boy.

"Who would've done this?" I asked out. The tall man was dead so were we dealing with someone new?

"I don't know. But it's pretty weird." Joe said.

"Someone is still looking for the piece from the idol." I said.

"Do we tell Trudy?" Frank asked since this was her house.

"No, no. We can't." Joe quickly told him.

"I hate to say it but I agree with Joe. I've seen her when she gets all freaked out and it isn't pretty." I told him.