Note: I don't own any of the Hardy Boys characters. This particular story is based after a dream I had.
"This one's for you, Frank Hardy!"
Joe Hardy angrily threw a dart at the white-and-green dartboard that hung on his bedroom door. Another one followed soon after. There was no use hiding his anger and no reason to, either. Frank had just betrayed their father, and as far as Joe was concerned, he had betrayed the whole Hardy clan.
"Dirty liar!" Joe screamed, throwing another dart. He stared at the dartboard for a while, then turned away, disgustedly. It felt so strange for him to even pretend to harm a man that had been there all his life. He had been Joe's closed friend, confidant, and brother. Now, just in a matter of days, he had become Joe's worst enemy, and Joe hated him for that.
Joe threw himself on his bed. He wanted to make it all go away. He wished everything could just be back to how it should be. He wanted Frank to be himself again, he wanted the confusion to end.
A knock came at his door.
"Joe?" He heard his mother call.
"Go away!" He cried. He knew she was worried about him, but he just wanted to be left alone.
Joe heard a soft 'click' and his door began to creak open.
"I said go away!"
"Honey, please. I don't want to see you fall apart like this." Mrs. Hardy gingerly sat on the edge of Joe's bed.
"Well, then what am I supposed to do?" The hot tears that had been pooling in Joe's eyes quickly dispersed themselves onto his cheeks. He wiped them away, feeling angry that his mother was right there watching during one of his weakest moments. Joe Hardy was never one to cry, but right now, he would give anything to collapse in a fit of tears. He had never imagined anything would cause him as much anguish as one dumb thing that Frank did.
Mrs. Hardy placed a comforting hand on her youngest son's shoulder. "Joe..." Her voice trailed off. She didn't know what she could say to try and comfort him.
"He betrayed us all, mom..."
"I know, honey... But," Mrs. Hardy breathed a huge sigh. "There's nothing we can do about that, now, except move on..."
"Mom," Joe's voice sounded cracked. "Frank's my brother. I can't just let him go like that."
"I know," She replied, looking down at her lap. "He's my son."
There was a moment of silence. Both Hardys were lost to their thoughts and tears. Neither one thought they would ever get over what Frank had done to them.
"I'm sorry, Mom." Joe slowly sat up and embraced his mother. Maybe they didn't need Frank, but right now, Joe knew they needed each other.
"Joseph Hardy," His mother said. Her voice was nearly a whisper, but Joe knew she was serious.
"I love you."
"I love you too, Mom."
"And promise me you'll never do what your brother did."
Joe gripped his mother tightly and said quietly, "I promise."