𝒀𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾 | the punisher
" she's become like you frank. she's sees a threat, she feels the need to eliminate it."
and you know for you i'd bleed myself dry
for you i'd bleed myself dry
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CHAPTER EIGHT — in the homeland
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SWIMMING WITH THE SHARKS. That's what this felt like. Especially after spending the last month as an accomplice to Frank. Knowing him the way I did, I still couldn't believe he had actually agreed to this.
Turns out Dinah had came along with him to pick us up, and bring us back to her workplace. Due to Frank and David being the only two witnesses to Rawlins' crimes—and Russo's participation—Dinah planned on questioning both of them in order to give the department a fair amount of evidence.
Now Frank was stuck in a conference room with her, doing exactly that.
After him it'll be Lieberman's turn.
I would've gone next, but Frank refused.
Dinah couldn't ensure it completely but she told me that a statement could help out. Portraying him to the jury as a good samaritan who put his life on hold to save mine would actually boost his credibility by an ounce.
I didn't exactly enjoy the idea of being showcased before the entire world like that.
I've never had that much attention before—not even in my own home—but Frank wasn't what the media portrayed him as, and I was the pathos to his case.
My leg bounced uncontrollably as my eyes bored into the blank white wall in front of me. Lieberman and Leo were placed in another room down the hall for "legal reasons" according to Madani. Conspiracy my ass.
Frank and Lieberman had finally come up with something that could get Lieberman's wife and son out of harms way, and as beneficial as it was for them it particularly wouldn't be very fun for Frank and Lieberman.
The two planned on giving themselves away in exchange for David's family. I wasn't fully aware of how they were going to get out, but I knew there was no changing their minds especially with lives at stake. It was clearly inevitable.
I can't help but still care about him. Even after the foul shit he said to me I still feel the need to have him around. Aside from the constant arguments he was good company while my relationship with my real father was only just arguments.
If I'm being entirely honest with myself right now. I'm kind of glad he died. I never wanted to admit it to anyone, not even myself. But it's like a never ending weight was lifted off of my shoulders and I was finally able to get a small taste of freedom. Just a small one before...well you know.
Hey maybe when this is over I can actually go to a real school, I hope it's like the movies or I'll just be astronomically pissed at everyone.
"Hey kid." I'm startled by Franks raspy voice. He leaned casually against the door frame using his finger to put pressure on the palm of his hand, pressing on it repeatedly. "How ya' doin."
