24: Following These Suspicions

Camilla Justin and I ran to Frankie's bedroom and Justin opened the door the moment we had gotten there. The both of us walked inside and we saw Frank there on her bed. She was looking frightened, terrible and her face wasn't too good. We both moved closer to her, and then we were just staring at her face, wondering if anything bad had happened to her, and if the attack had actually gotten to her side. But apparently, it didn't. She was looking pretty good, we couldn't see any injuries, so it was an assumption we made. Well, I made it cause I'm just talking in my head right now. "Frankie!" Justin exclaimed, rushing to her side. "Are you okay?" He gently pulled the sheets away, revealing her tear-streaked face. It was clear she had been crying, her eyes red and puffy. "What happened, Frankie?" I asked softly, approaching the bed. "M-Men... in masks... they broke in..." Justin's face hardened the more. "Did they hurt you? Did they do anything to you?" Frankie shook her head, her t