"Phil-" James started but was interrupted by Phil. "Just.. Don't say it please." He said sitting down. He felt like someone had punched him in the chest, the pain was unbearable. "I'm sorry.." James whispered looking down, tears streaming down his own face. Phil hid his face in his hands trying to hold back his tears failing to do so. "W-what happened? Do you know?" Phil asked. "I wasn't with him then, but he got shot.." James explained. "When they brought him back there was nothing anyone could do..I-I tried but.." He couldn't finish talking. James felt like his entire world was gone, he blamed himself for what had happened. He knew there wasn't anything he could do but he wished he could've been with his brother at that time and done something to prevent this from happening.
"Where's Phil?" James asked sitting next to Rachel who was holding a sleeping Chloe. "He's up in his room, he said he wanted to be alone.." She sighed. James looked down at Chloe, he felt his heart break when he remembered how just a few hours ago they had to break it to her that her father won't ever be coming home. The look on her face just broke him. "H-he wanted to quit you know.." James whispered. "What do you mean?" Rachel asked. "I mean he wanted to find a job closer to home so he can be with his family more.." James explained, he felt a lump in his throat and his eyes started to water up. Rachel shifted Chloe in one arm and put her free arm around James to comfort him. "It's not fair. He didn't deserve that." He sobbed burying his face in his hands. "I know James.." Rachel whispered kissing his hair softly. "Joey's up in his room, he won't talk to anyone.." James sighed wiping his tears away. Jake walked into the lounge to make his dad was okay. "Jake sweetie, can you go check on Joey please?" Rachel asked looking up. "Sure Mom.."
Jake walked upstairs and knocked on Joey's bedroom door. "Joey? Can I come in?" Jake asked knocking once more. Joey got up quietly and opened the door letting his cousin in. "I was just finishing up this painting of dad.. But I don't see the point anymore.." Joey whispered sitting on his bed staring at his painting with tears in his eyes. "But its such a nice picture. Your Dad would've been so proud." Jake said looking at the painting. He was always impressed by his cousins talent. "Y-you think so?" Joey asked his voice starting to shake. Jake walked up to him taking the paint brush off off his desk and handing it back to Joey. "You should finish it and then we can get Uncle Phil to frame it and put it up." He smiled sitting next to him. "Okay.." Joey said smiling weakly. "Did Pop go to bed?" He asked. "Yeah, he was tired so he went to bed." Jake sighed. "He won't talk to me.." Joey sighed sadly. "Just give him some time Joey, he's just sad like you." Jake said. "Now lets finish up this painting." Joey wiped his tears away and nodded.
A/N: I'm so sorry I really am
