Colton's POV
                  My hands shook as I texted my sister, Schyler, who heard about Joran getting attacked on the way home from school. Joel had been downstairs ever since Joran had come home yesterday on crutches. Moriah went down, and she came back up not five minutes later, saying he was either asleep or faking sleep very well. Luke and Courtney had been back and forth between their house and here about a dozen times in one day.
       C- yeah, everyone else is fine. Little J is on crutches for awhile, and Moriah had to tell him not to slide down the banister since he can't walk down the stairs.
       S- hahaha. I bet you gave him the idea.
       C- I'd never do something like that! How dare you accuse me!? :(
        S- :| I know my brother. How's Joel holding up?
        C- dunno. He hasn't come upstairs since little j got home.
         S- :( tell him I'm praying. Hear anything about Hope?
         C-
          S- sorry. Praying for her, too. Who's speaking on Winterjam?
          C- girl named Grace Chapman. SCC wondered if they're related
          S- are they?
          C- dunno. Got 2 go. Luv ya sis. :)
          S- luv u 2 :)

          I put my phone away, and decided to do something that could possibly end strangely. I went downstairs to where Joel sat on the sofa, staring at a picture of Hope, Luke, me and him after our first date. I put my hand on his shoulder, but he didn't move.

           "Joel," I said quietly.
           "It's not your fault." He turned to look at me, and his eyes were wild with fear and pain.
          "Yes, is it. I should've never said anything. It's my fault." He said that over and over, and I finally went in front of him, looking him in the eyes.
          "No, Joel, it's not your fault. You couldn't have predicted this happening. You're not the one who did this to him." I saw a spark of recognition in his eyes, but then it faded, and his eyes glazed over, and when I grabbed his hand, it was ice cold.

          "Moriah! MORIAH! I need your help!!" She hurried down the stairs, and she came over, sitting beside him, waving a hand in front of his face, and he didn't blink. She grabbed the phone, wincing, and she dialed. Right as she started to talk, he started shaking uncontrollably, and I yelled for Luke, but didn't get an answer.

           "Yes, it's my husband....he's ice cold, and he's not moving. His eyes are glazed over, and he won't respond. No. Yes, he just started, and I have a friend here, and he's trying to hold him still, but it's not working. 1347 Nashville Ave. Alright. Thank you." She hung up, coming over to me. She took his hand, but it wasn't working. He was still shaking.

           "She said an ambulance will be here in a few minutes. I'm glad the kids are with Libby right now, otherwise this could get more difficult than it is." I nodded, struggling. He was pretty much convulsing now, and he was going to hurt himself. I was guessing he had gone into shock, but I didn't know.
           "Get...Luke...need...help." I managed, and she ran for the stairs, hollering for Luke, who came down immediately. Once he saw what was going on, he didn't even need an explanation. He came over, and tried to help me. After what felt like forever, the ambulance arrived, and they took over from there. They had to sedate him, but at least he didn't hurt himself. Moriah went with them, and it took about ten minutes for me to explain what happened to Luke and Courtney, and Luke slumped, seeming defeated.

          "I was afraid this would hit him pretty hard, but I didn't think it would be this bad. He's always been protective of Hope, and they've always been close. And then this happening to Joran..." His voice trailed off, and Courtney slipped her hand into his. Then, the phone rang. That had gotten caller ID, and the number wasn't recognizable. The doorbell also rang, and Courtney went to let a teenage girl in, right as usual answered, putting the phone on speaker before saying hello, and all of us were gathered around.

           "H- hello?" A sob was heard through the phone.
           "Colton?" A familiar voice was heard through the phone.
           "Hope!" I nearly shouted with relief, and Courtney collapsed onto the couch, and Luke came over.
           "Hey, little sister. You okay?" She took a shaky breath.
           "For now. I'm in a part of town I don't recognize, 'cause I took off when they opened the door." The teen girl walked over.
            "Hope? My name is Grace. Are there names on any buildings nearby?" A pause.
            "Yeah...umm....there's an old broken down music shop....Second String Music.....Grandma Anne's bakery....and an old warehouse across the street. You know where that is?" Grace inhaled sharply.
            "Yes, and I probably know who you're with as well. Listen to me, Hope, you have to run. Right now, just as fast as you can. I don't care in what direction, just run! One of the people you're probably with is named Gabe Jackson. He's kinda pudgy, really bad grammar, likes biker leather. Not a good guy at all. You have to run, now!" We heard shouting, and pounding footsteps.
              "No." Grace breathed. "No, it can't be. Listen, Grace, they- they're planning to kill me, on the morning of the first performance for Winter Jam. Where do I go?" Then, we heard a muffled scream, and a throaty voice came over the phone.
              "Don'tcha try comin' after her. You'll jest git yerself inta more trouble. Leave 't alone, ya git that? Else more'n jest hers gonna git the ticket." Then, the line went dead. Grace looked pale, but she held a hand out to me.
               "Sorry. Didn't get a chance to introduce myself. Grace Chapman. It's nice to meet you." I shook hands with her.
               "I guess you know who I am, right?" She chuckled.
               "Colton Dixon, Christian music artist, American Idol season 11 competitor." Then, she whispered.
              "And, from what I saw in interviews and on Idol, Colton's just your middle name." I laughed for the first time in awhile.
            "You got me." She smiled gently, and Courtney and Luke introduced themselves, and Luke fast curious about what he'd heard in the conversation.

           "How did you know who she might be with based on where she is?" Grace winced, but she answered.
           "There's only one person that even dares to go in that warehouse alone, and he's the one that we heard on the phone just now." Then, the phone rang again. Moriah. Luke fumbled with the phone for a minute, and finally answered.
            "Hello? What? He is? Alright, good to know. Yeah. Alright. Bye." He hung up, looking relieved again.
            "He's okay. Apparently he did go into shock, but he's gonna be okay. He's awake and doesn't remember anything from when he went down yesterday until he woke up there. He'll be able to get out in a week, and the doctor said to just keep an eye on him, but he should be alright for the tour." I breathed a sigh of relief, and then Luke changed the subject.
            "So, Grace, do you know where these guys have our sister, and do you know how to get her out?"
            "Yes, but it's going to be risky. I need more time to figure everything out, so, when whoever you were talking about gets home, I should be ready to do this. Give me a week, and I should have a plan down and ready."

             Hope's POV
                  I was shaking, praying that they wouldn't just kill me now, but so far, they had just left someone right outside my door. Drat. I just had to hang on there a little longer, and then I'd be home, one way or another.
                 "God," I prayed.
                 "I don't know what's going to happen next, but I just want them and my family to know that I'm not afraid of dying. And, of I have to die, then I am ready to see your face at long last. It's been a rough journey, but you never left. Thank you. Amen." As I finished, a peace that I'd never felt before washed over me. Yes, if it meant I had to die, I would wait two weeks, just so I could see my creator face to face. As I drifted off to sleep, I felt more of a peace that I had ever felt in my whole life, and I knew that if I died, I was ready to go home for the last time.