Irene's eyes widened Jackson's fists clenched tightly as the young parents looked at each other. "This is a joke right?" Jackson questioned, looking around for confirmation that he didn't receive. He swore loudly. Irene's tears settling to the for front like a battle being raged. She choked on a sob, turning away from the gang who looked at her concerned. Jackson who's anger had now reached its peak was calmed by the sound of her cries, his furious eyes that carried an awaiting storm settling slightly as he turned to her. He grabbed her gently forcing her to look at him. "Jack my baby..." she stuttered out over her sobs, his heart wrenching at the sight of her. He pulled her to his chest as she continued to cry his hands tangling with her hair in attempts to soothe her. He waited patiently before moving her. He dried her tears with his hands as she sniffled. "I know your scared Irene. You have every right to be scared but right now we need to focus on finding Jay..." she looked up at him, her arms wrapping around his waist as she buried her head in his chest. "We will find him Irene, I promise you that." He felt her tears seep through this shirt, the fire in his eyes directed to his friends as he told them to talk. "We were all watching him Jack, it happened in front of our eyes. We tried running after the van, and we were before we got mobbed by fans." Jackson sighed taking out his phone to make a phone call to the police, the sound of Irene's phone cutting him off. He turned as she looked at her phone eyes wide, her eyes flashed to Jackson's. "Its her." She whispered. He took her phone in his hand, his eyes widening.
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Jackson's fists clenched as he turned to Irene who was changing her shoes. She grabbed her phone from him and a bag, before turning to leave. "Woah woah woah..." Jackson spoke, his hand wrapping around her waist to pull her to him. "Irene stop." She punched against his chest relentlessly. "Jackson. Let me go." He held onto her tighter. "Irene-" "Let me go." She continued to struggle Jackson's patience running thin. "IRENE!" He shouted bringing her back as his eyes flared. "Stop. We need to think rationally about this you could be walking straight into a trap-" "I don't care. She can kill me, put a bullet in my head. I don't care as long as my baby is safe." She shoved at his chest, as his grip moved to her wrists holding her in place. "You might not care Irene but I do. Do you know how I will feel if you get hurt...I'll be devastated and if you die I will literally go out of my fricking mind." His voice cracked slightly as she halted her resistance, her eyes softening as she looked to him. "Jack...I know, there might be a more logical way to go about this and that will take time, which is the one thing we don't have right now. We don't know what state Jay is in. If this is a trap then it's a risk that I'm willing to take." He sighed, his hand rubbing his face, he knew she was right. He was just as worried about Jay as she was but Irene always had this hero complex about taking everything herself and not bothering about the consequences it would have on her. He needed to protect both her and Jay and ultimately he was failing in both. He agreed, the gang adamant to come with them as irene rushed out before them. She sat in her car locking the door, she couldn't take any chances, she had to save Jay. Jackson tapped on her window. "Send me the address." He said as she nodded, rolling her window up, as he watched her suspiciously. His phone went off moments later, with the address. He gave her a smile as he walked to his car, watching as Irene pulled out before he had a chance to get in. He sat with Mark, Wendy In the back with JB and Suelgi as he looked at the address. "Follow Irene from a distance." He said to Mark, who nodded in confusion. Wendy asking why. "I think she's given me the wrong address In attempts to sort this out by herself." Their eyes widened as they leaned back in their seats in silence, the tension becoming thicker by the second.
