In the view of Jack Barakat

It was utterly surprising to find the bus gone. I was completely shocked. But when realizing that Grace decided not to join us this time, my entire body froze. Whoever had the bus, had Grace.

Having your loved one snatched out from under you was an indescribable feeling. It was almost like being stabbed in random places and having no way to fight back. Grace was taken, but it was almost impossible to know where. I felt powerless.

I never felt like crying was a 'wimpy' thing for a guy to do, but I felt that rather being strong than upset could help find her.

The guys and the crew all piled onto the crew's bus. There was a lot of us on there, but it was all we had. I slipped myself up into the front, away from the majority of the people. I needed to be alone.

I held myself responsible for all of it. How could I not? If I decided to go with her onto the bus rather then enjoy myself and drink it up, Grace would still be here. Why did this have to happen?

My teeth clenched as my hands balled up into fists on my knee. Some bastard had stolen Grace and I wasn't about to let them get away with it. I knew breaking things wouldn't solve anything, but so much anger was building up inside of me, I felt I might just destroy everything.

I assumed everyone understood my anger. No one bothered me for the rest of the night.

We did everything we could to find the bus. Considering finding the bus would lead us to Grace. We checked the local police, we checked possible witnesses, everything. But by the end of the night, we returned to our bus empty handed.

"God dammit!" I yelled. All the anger had built up and I needed some way to express it. I buried my face in my trembling hands to conceal it. I could feel the stares of my friends and coworkers all looking directly at me as I blurted out my obvious pain.

I could feel a light touch on my shoulder. Someone was trying to reassure me. I lifted my head to see Nano looking down at me.

"We'll find her." he whispered. His words made me feel stranded, like I was never going to reach Grace in time. I didn't handle helplessness well.

I didn't really have to keep composure for anyone. But I felt I needed to. More or less, I wanted to.

I hated being corny, but Grace meant the world to me. I couldn't just let her go. How could I have been so stupid! I just left her there, while I was drinking with Cassadee and Elliot.

"Hey man, you OK?" I heard Alex ask. My arms were wrapped around my knees up on the couch. I looked up to see it was just me and him in the front of the bus.

"Sure." I whispered, placing my head back on my knees.

"Look, man. I'm sorry, we'll find her, I promise." he said, reassuringly patting my shoulder.

"Would everyone just stop saying we're are going to find her!" I exploded. All anger that I had built up was spilling over.

"Whoa, dude, I'm sorry." Alex said as he scooted away from my angry words.

"I am sick and tired of everyone fucking telling me everything is going to be fine! Because it's not." I was on my feet at that point. My shouts were probably causing a stir throughout the bus. What did I care?

"I know, I know." Alex said, slightly frightened.

"No! You don't know! You never will! Grace was always worried about you, but you're too much of an ass to care!" My body was shaking, tears were finally running down my face, but both in pain and anger. "You never deserved someone like her to care about you! Well it doesn't matter, because shes..." I couldn't even finish my sentence. I buried my face in my hands and just let the tears flow.

Alex was careful in his movement as he walked over to me and hugged me. "I'm sorry." he whispered.

I didn't sleep well that night. I couldn't stop thinking. My eyes just weren't ready to close, and my mind wasn't ready to shut down. I just kept thinking.

What could I do?

[A/N Reviews are well loved :) ~Gabby]