AN: I don't own anything except for the characters I created.

Logan's POV:

It was all my fault. If only I had been stronger. Now Camille is gone and now it's all my fault. The only thing I don't understand is why us? Why now? Camille and I just moved in together. This wasn't supposed to happen. We were supposed to be living together happily.

The thing that hurt the most was that when I woke up and looked next to me, the place for Camille was empty. I couldn't bear it. I wasn't strong enough to stop her 'father' from taking me. Stupid me. I'm just a weak idiot who couldn't even stick up for his own girlfriend. Now I have no idea where she is and if she's even safe.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even realize that I was crying. I missed Cami so much. As much as I'm glad I have the guys and my other friends, I'm nothing without Camille. She was my other half, the part that understood me even when I wasn't even sure I did.

"Hey, man. Are you okay?" Kendall came up behind me squeezing my shoulder.

"Yeah or at least as much as I can be in a situation like this."

"Come on, maybe something will take your mind off things."

"No, it's okay. I'm tired- I'll just head on upstairs."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

If only he knew I was lying. As soon as I got upstairs, I flung myself onto one of the twin- sized beds. Before I knew it, I was crying. Would I ever even see Camille again? No, no, no! Logan, don't think like that. I grabbed a nearby pillow and screamed into it. The police had to find her, and I was going to help whether they like it or not.

Elsewhere…

When I woke up all I could feel was pain. My chest ached from being beaten and dried blood was spattered all over my arm.

"Hey, bitch!"

"Don't call me that!"

"I can't lie though can I?"

He take me feet from under me, causing me to fall to the ground with a thud. He stands on top of my foot causing me immense pain. I felt like my foot just snapped in half.

"Ahhhh! Please stop! Please!" I plead in hope that he will stop.

"Shut up you pathetic little girl!"

He pushes me onto the bed and begins punching and slapping me. Tears are streaming down my face as I struggle to get away. My efforts were no use because my feet were still chained to the floor. I had to free my feet if I wanted to escape but he had to leave in order to do that. He ran his hairy, grimy fingers through my hair and trailed his hands up my body making me shudder.

"Don't think you can escape this time. By the time I'm done with you- you'll wish that you were dead! Anyways, I've a lot planned for you," he said as he kissed my cheek and left.

I felt so dirty. The only person who had the right to do that was Logan. But if I learned something today, it was the fact that I was going to have a hard time escaping from this hell.

Police:

"Okay, does anyone have information on this man?" I ask loud and clear.

"Yes sir, we found out that Andrew Roberts escaped from Connecticut State Prison on June 20 this year. He was planning to find his daughter to get back at her when he found out somehow that she was in LA. He's still on the loose and has supposedly taken his daughter, Camille Roberts."

"From what we know, he is a dangerous man. We have to find Camille as soon as possible if we want her to live. She was kidnapped on the boardwalk in order to save her boyfriend and friends."

"Let's go! We are going to search this entire state if that's what it takes."

AN: Terrible, short chapter but I'm sort of running out of ideas. Any suggestions? PM them to me or leave them in your reviews. I haven't had any time to right because of guests at my house. We have been driving all over. I try to update soon but in the meantime… REVIEW!