Faint

Andy's POV:

Everything was a blur. The day's past by faster than I could've imagined, the hours separated into dark and light periods. No one has done anything really: the record and promotion postponed until further notice.

Further notice. That could mean two things. One, (the option I would prefer), Courtney returns home, safe and sound, or two, she's gone, forever. Making the horrifying threat on the note, real.

Ash and Jon, our tour manager, have been split between time at the police station, and talking nonstop on the phone. CC has been doing his best to keep our hopes up, claiming that's what Court would want, but any mention of her breaks us a little more. Jake and Jinxx have been spreading the word of her disappearance, online and by word of mouth. It's useless though, I have this horrible gut-feeling that Courtney isn't in California anymore. Ash agrees, but wants to stay hopeful.

Thats when it happened. When things changed.

The letter arrived on the early morning of the twelfth day, and at first, we were all reluctant to even bother checking the mail. But after the pale envelopes began to pile up, Jinxx decided to just get it over with. It was closest to the bottom of the pile, in focusing that it had been sent days earlier, but that didn't matter. It was from her, her elegant, swooping writing on the front of the crinkled and stained envelope, but there nonetheless. It was addressed to Ashley and his house, which made sense, but I missed her and the way she would write my name is her fancy scrawl.

At first, we all just stared blankly at it, unsure of how to react. Then, like savages, we tore at it, shredding it open until the actual letter was held in our shaky grasps. Our hands were trembling too much to see the already messy printing, so eventually, Ash laid it out on the table for us to gaze at.

Her words were enticing. She was right not to sugarcoat it, hell, I'm sure if any of us were stuck in her situation, we would've already cracked. But she somehow managed, and in spite of that, was braving the storm.

But most of all, she needed help. She needed us. She needed me. My baby was in trouble, so soon after nearly losing her life. All I knew was that I was going to find her if it was the last thing I did.

Notes

Short chapter, sorry
making plans for new stories and such