The Cost of Freedom Is High

You'll Never Touch My Angel Again

TJ's POV -

I went back to Michael and DJ's tour bus to check on Bella since she hadn't been feeling too well according to them.

"Bella?" I called out, entering the bunk space.

No response.

"Bells?" I tried again.

Once again there was no response.

I walked down the aisle opening up every curtain until I finally came across her passed out in a pile of blankets.

Gently rocking her back and forth a little bit with my hands I tried to coo her awake.

"Sweetheart I need you to wake up." I whispered.

I gave her a few minutes to start waking up, and finally her eyes started to flutter open.

"What happened?" She groaned.

"I don't know, you don't look really good though. Did you get into anything last night?" I asked her.

She stopped for a minute thinking about something, and that's when I knew that something had happened.

However based on the blank glassy stare she had right now I could tell now was not the time to get into anything with her.

The door behind me opened, startling me a tiny bit but nothing was seeming to phase Bella.

She probably was just really tired.

"What's up?" Danny asked , coming up right next to me.

"She just seems to be a little more tired than usual." I explained.

He then went up to her, and kneeled down in front of her bunk.

"Come one, you're going in my bus." Danny grunted, picking her up and then throwing her over his shoulder.

"We've got a set in 20 minutes. I've got to go, but do you have it under control?" I asked.

"Yeah, because we've got a set about 10 minutes after yours so I'm just going to put her in our bus and cuff her to the bunk for extra protection." Danny told me.

"Sounds great, see you later." I said, getting off the bus and walking to our stage where Craig, Thrasher, and Robert already were.

When our set was done I'd make sure to go back and check on her.

It wasn't like she was going anywhere.

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45 Minutes Later after ETF's set ~

"Good job!" Craig cheered out loud.

Our little celebration was quickly halted though as Josh Korel came running over to us.

"You need to come with me now. We've got a huge fuckign problem." He panted.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Just follow me." He said, and quickly rushed us back to Asking's tour bus while still not trying to look too suspicious.

"Thank God you guys are back." Kuza panted.

"What the fuck is going on?" Thrasher asked.

"Bella's gone." Kuza replied.

"What?!?" Craig screamed.

"We don't know how in the hell it happened, there's no trace whatsoever but one thing is for sure. She's completely gone." Kuza said.

"She has to still be somewhere in the venue right?" I asked.

"We've got our crew out looking all over but so far no one's found anything." Josh told us.

"Vic and Kellin are in there now trying to find any hint of what happened, and they'll let us know if they find anything." Kuza explained.

"Does everyone know she's gone?" Craig asked.

"Just about, only Asking and Motionless don't know but they're both playing right now." Josh answered.

"Fucking hell." I growled.

"Hey, we've got something." Kelling called out, walking out of Asking's tour bus with Vic on his heel and a piece of paper in his hand.

When close enough he handed it off to me.

I quickly read the one sentence.

It read ~

You'll Never Touch My Angel Again.

This was not good at all.

"We need to fucking find her, and right now."