Trisha's POV

Luke and Ryan were drinking just a couple of feet away from me. They had gone through a couple of bottles now, and were thoroughly drunk at that point. They had noticeable trouble getting up, and don't even get me started on them walking. I figured that if they were like this, I would have no trouble escaping. I had found a jagged rock somewhere near me, and had managed to get the ropes on my wrist removed by rubbing them against the rock. All I had to do now was find the exit, and wait until they were both distracted by another stupid joke or passed out, whatever happens first.

"Awe, does the princess want some?" Ryan slurred. "No, thank you." I replied coldly. "I say you do!" Ryan yelled. He made his way over to me, with a bottle of vodka in his hand. "I said that you do!!!" he screamed again as he poured it all over my head. Some got into a cut that I had received on my face. "OW! IT BURNS! MAKE IT STOP!" I yelled. Instead, Ryan just kept pouring. Finally, when the bottle was empty, he crouched down to my level, and licked the cut on my face. "Mm... you taste delicious." He said. I tried to get away but pulled me closer and pressed his lips roughly against mine. He has done this quite often. He thinks that I'll finally give up on Jason and the gang and become a part of his deluded dream where we are in love. I'll never give up, just like I know Jason won't give up on me. I do what I always do when he kisses me, lips pulled tightly closed and not moving an inch. He pulled away, "Awe, come on, damn it!! Kiss me!!" He pressed lips to mine again, but this time he forced his tongue into my mouth. I jerked my head as far I could from him and started spitting out his saliva, that was mixed with the vodka that he had licked off my face. My actions earned me, not only a few slaps to the face, but a couple of hard kicks to the ribs. I gasped at the next to last kick, because I swear I heard and felt a rib or two break. When he walked away, satisfied that he had taught me a lesson, I watched him and Luke leave. Yes, there's the exit. As soon as I saw how to get out and knew that they couldn't hear me, I broke down. Jason, where are you? Why haven't you found me yet?

Jason's POV

"What do you mean, you can't tell me where he is?" I asked the lady at the counter. She continued to play with her bleached blond hair and rolled her eyes at me. "Sir. I apologize, but this information is private. Only the supervisor of this Luke person can access his information. Now, either you find his supervisor, or you leave. Have a nice day." She said monotonically. "Listen here..." Before I could finish my sentence, Shane patted my back. "Dude, getting mad at her isn't going to solve anything. All we have to do is get Rob to come in." He said.

"What is Rob going to do?" I asked. "Rob is Luke's supervisor." Nate explained. "If Rob comes in, he's bringing Jordie and Hayley in too." I said. I didn't want what happened to Trisha to happen to Jordie and Hayley too. "Already on it," Shane replied, with his phone pressed to his ear. A few minutes later, Shane informed us that Rob, Jordie and Hayley were on their way.

I paced the length of the hall way, waiting for Rob and the girls to get here. We were hoping that we wouldn't have to put the tour on hold, but, I haven't been able to pick up a guitar or attempt to sing, much less put on a happy face for the fans since Trisha was taken. Trish, where are you? I'm trying to find you. Please don't give up hope. I will find you. I have to.

My train of thought was broken when Rob and the girls arrived. They rushed me and engulfed me in a hug. "Jase, how are you?" Hales asked first. I wanted to give her some sense that I would be okay, but I just couldn't. "Barely holding on, Hales." I guess the girls knew that my brothers would understand that they wanted to comfort me. "Jase, I'm so sorry about earlier." Jordie whispered in my ear. "Hey, that's okay. I needed something to calm me down. Thanks." I gave her a big hug. All the while the girls and I were talking, Nate, Shane, and Rob were getting the information that we needed.

"What are you going to do if you get your hands on either Luke or Ryan?" Jordie asked. "I don't even want to think about it." I seethed. Before my anger had a chance to show it's ugly head, Rob and the guys walked back over to us. "It's looks like GPS on the phone says that he is in an abandoned warehouse a few miles from the Texas-Mexico border." I grabbed the device that they had supplied so we could keep track of the movement of Luke's phone out of Rob's hand and was making a beeline for the door. "Jase!! Wait!!" Hang on, Trish. I'm on my way.