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

Chapter 8.2 - What Happened in Bridgeport

Juliet's POV

I sat down on my bed while Frank stood in front of me. The air was tense as if you could cut it with a knife.

Frank continued to stare at me, as if trying to figure out what to say but couldn't. So I did.

"Frank. I'm sorry I put you both in that position again." I apologized.

"...What?" Frank looked at me confused.

"Joe, in the kitchen earlier, told me that he was scared. The car accident, the ambulance, and police cars... everything. The last time you both went through that was with your Mom." I explained.

"I wasn't thinking about my mom. That's not why I'm upset. I'm upset because you put yourself in danger for us and got hurt. You could've died, Jules. And I... I wouldn't have been able to live with that." Frank stated.

"I'm sorry, Frank. I didn't mean to upset you. But in that moment, all that mattered to me that was that you and Joe got to safety, I didn't care if I had to pay for it later, as long as you two were okay." I tried to explain.

"We weren't okay! We had to watch as the man, who almost killed you, grab you and hold you off the ground. Then we had to watch as a car hit both of you! You just don't forget that, Juliet!" Frank exclaimed.

"Frank--" I started but he wasn't having it.

"We were scared. I was petrified. I wasn't thinking about my mom, or the tall man, the driver, heck I wasn't even thinking about Joe! All I could think about was you being hurt. I told you that night on the bridge that I wouldn't know what to do if you weren't okay. And you said that I would never have to know because everything was going to be okay! You lied to me, Jules..." Frank yelled at me.

However, it wasn't an angry yell, it was a broken yell.

"Frank... I wouldn't change a thing. And everything is going to be okay. I'm here. And like I said before, plenty of times, I'm not going anywhere." I told him, getting up and walking to him.

"But you almost did. You decided to put yourself in danger." He stressed.

"And I would do it again!" I exclaimed. Frank looked at me and huffed, looking around and away, anywhere but my eyes.

"Frank. I wouldn't change anything because look at where we are now. The tall man is dead, both Joe and you are okay and I'm okay too. Sure, I'm bruised up a little but I'll be all right." I told him, grabbing his hands.

"Jules... you could've--" "I know. But I didn't, and that's what we need to focus on... please. I've spent too much time on the tall man, thinking about the 'what ifs' and different outcomes. And I don't want you to either because none of that matters anymore, it's all in the past now." I told him.

"I can't lose you, Jules." Frank whispered brokenly, pulling me close, holding onto my hands tighter.

"And you won't." I told him.

"But you said you'd do it again." He retorted.

"Wouldn't you? Like if Joe or I was in danger, would you risk yourself for our safety?" I asked him.

"...Yeah." He answered reluctantly.

"Then get off your hypocritical high horse, Frankie." I chuckled at him. He smiled lightly before looking into my eyes. The tension in the room died down since he wasn't wanting to yell anymore.

"I'm still upset that you got hurt..." He told me, his eyes looking at the cut on my forehead. I wanted to laugh since he thought my forehead was bad, good thing he couldn't see my ribs.