Faint

Andy's POV:

I felt my nerves buzzing endlessly, my blood pounding through my veins, driven by adrenaline, and the fact that today, after five months, I was reunited with Courtney. It was tremendously hard, the weeks spent in agony, trying to contemplate just where she was and even if she was still.. alive.

The Black Mass tour, while had been postponed for a brief amount for time, was forced to move along, and none of us could enjoy it, not even a little bit. A month into our search for her, Ash hired a private investigator and gave out strict orders to do whatever it took to find her, as well as that if he ever learned anything regarding her location, to send word immediately. It made our shows very interesting whenever we would suddenly lose a bass-player because a letter had suddenly arrived.

And that was what concerned us the most. The letters were sent to torture us, to give us small glimpses into her world, but never actually reach her, to taunt us into a spinning world of madness. What bothered me even more was that she was free.She, alone and by herself, managed to escape her prison, and yet there was still no trace or clue as to who cruelly abducted her, nothing other than the strange note that started this all.

Courtney had hung up quickly on Ash after she called him, and we all protested when he all-too soon got off the phone. So now, we had put touring on hold yet again, and were all on a flight to Palm Springs, were my baby was waiting. I just hoped she wasn't too damaged.


Ashley's POV:

I anxiously fiddled with my phone, checking it over and over again for new messages or calls, but there were none. On the phone, Court hadn't seemed like herself, and I don't blame her, after all she went through, but I just couldn't help but worry even more for her safety. I knew she was at least in a secure location, but how long would she stay put? I've heard of stories of victims who escaped their kidnapper, and they were not pretty. Usually people go insane after such abuse, and with Courtney having already suffered from severe depression and anxiety problems, I was just worried that she would go over the edge again.

Our flight was called, and I jumped up instantly, wanting nothing more than to get to Palm Springs as quickly as possible, and the guys all seemed to want the same, but unfortunately, we had to wait.

As the plane's engine roared to life, and it started down the runway, I glanced out the small window, thinking back to when Courtney and I had moved to LA only a few months ago. It seemed like a lifetime ago, before all this hell happened.

Stay safe Court, we're coming for you.

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