So, this is a new story. Credit for the idea goes out to .5. Hope you enjoy!=)

Duncan's POV

Break-ups are never easy. Even I have to admit that. Especially when you break-up with someone that you have gone out with for four freaking years.

Last week was just like any ordinary day. Until I called Gwen up...

"Hey, Gwen!" I say into the phone. I had nothing to do so I decided to call her. It's been a couple of days since I've last seen her. Lately she had been really- tense.

"Hey." she said in a nervous tone. As if she was afraid of what was going to happen next. It should have been my first sign to worry, but I shrugged it off. After a long deep sigh she said, "I have to talk to you." That should have been the second sign.

"Fine." I reply, waiting for her to say something.

"Not now, I'll meet you at the park next to the cafe." She responds quickly. Fumbling to get the words out of her mouth.

So I get in the car and drive all the way to the park. I should have known what was going to happen. But for some reason I didn't want to believe it. I found myself repeating inside my head that everything was going to be alright. Though I knew it wasn't.

"Hey!" I shout across to her. She was at the otherside of the park sitting on a bench, back turned towards me. But right when she got up I saw a box in her hands. And in the box contained all of my stuff. "What's going on?" I ask. Even though I knew the anwser.

"Look- We just aren't working out." She says her words carefully. As if waiting for my response, and it ain't all that calm. I'm pissed of course. We have been dating for four years! And she barley even breaks up with me now?! "I'm sorry, Duncan!" It's just getting so hard being with you." Her voice is barely above a whisper.

"How the hell is it getting hard being with me?" I yell. By now everyone in the park is staring at us, but I don't care. They can all stare if they want to.

"I just can't take it anymore. The looks, the whispers, everybody hates me! And I know what you do, Duncan. And don't pretend that I don't." A single tear slips from eyes, making my heart wrench. But the guilty feeling quickly goes away. How can I feel sorry for someone who is breaking-up with me.

"What? What did I do?" I ask.

"I know you still call Courtney and don't you dare say that you don't." I know that once the words are out of her mouth she regrets it.

I'm so mad by now that I just leave, not taking the box of my stuff with me. And I drive away, I drive away from four years of my life that went to waste.

So now here I am lying on a couch trying to make myself a bit better about myself. Which is hard since I have no friends to talk only person that I would actually want to talk to is-Courtney. But she wasn't an option. I've tried calling her, she just never picked up.

I tried calling a week after World Tour. I tried on each and every single one of her birthdays. I tried talking to her at Geoff's and Bridgette's wedding. I've tried so many times! But she always ignored me.

And all the times I tried to talk to her was to apologize. But she never gave me the time of day, which meant I never got to apologize. Which made me feel even more terrible about myself. I was always planning on trying to get back with her, but I was to deep in with Gwen to turn back. It was one of my worst mistakes.

Courtney's POV

I sit there on the chair playing my violin. It fills the air softly. Pulsing through the house. A hauntingly beautiful melody.

No one is here, I'm alone. Always have and always will be. A bad attuitude doesn't get you many friends. I had maids and butlers, but they all left. Plus I was never able to keep a boyfriend. I always left when I felt things were getting to serious- just like I always did. People came and people went, never wanting to stay. But it didn't matter to me. I got use to it. Atleast that's what I had to tell myself.

But there was always these certain people that never left me alone. Paparazzi. They always came. Wanting to know how everyone's favorite C.I.T was doing, and if her life was as sad and lonely as they all thought. I would try to change locations, but it didn't matter. They were like flies, you could try to shoo them away, but they always come back.

I didn't notice the faint sound of footsteps behind me, I was too absorbed in my thoughts. But after a couple of seconds an arm wrapped around me, while a hand put a gun to my head. And the mysterious person tries to take me away. The violin crashes to the floor, while I struggle in the strong un-welcoming arms. And after a great load of fighting back it all stops. Because the man bashes the butt of his gun on my head. And my eyes start to droop, as the last thing I see is the image of my house fading away into the horizon.

Duncan's POV

After coming back from the store, I grab the remote off the coffee table and turn on the TV to the news. I don't really pay attention to it as I make myself a bowl of cereal. But the words "kidnapping", sure does.

I quickly go back into the living room, turning up the volume.

"Recently there has been a kidnapping in Toronto. Famous reality show star, Courtney Lopez, has been reported missing. After a whole week of not contacting any of her friends or family, her mother, Sara Lopez, started to worry. So the mother of one got in her car and drov straight to the twenty-two year old's house. she was horrified to see that not only was the door un-locked, but her daughter was not home. "

That was all I could watch before I forced myself to turn of the TV. It was hard to even watch that much of it. But all I know is that Courtney is missing, gone. And I was going to find her.