"Wake up, darling." Cam shook me roughly.

I groaned at him. How dare he interrupt my beauty sleep. He was an evil, evil man. He was part of the reason I was up half the night. He laid on top of me the whole night and clutched on tightly to every inch of skin he could find. He was so restless in his sleep last night that I didn't even stand a chance even if I could have shut my racing thoughts off.

"Go away." I tried to hit him with the pillow.

"Jess, your mom has been blowing up your phone for the last fifteen minutes. Will you answer it please before I break your phone?" Apparently, he was in the same type of mood as I was this morning. Pulling me back into my body last night had drained him too.

I growled and snatched the phone out of his hand.

"I'm fine. Quit freaking out." I hissed at her.

"Have you heard from your brother?" Mom was crying hard into the phone.

"No, I haven't talked to him for two days. What's going on? Is everyone ok?" I asked, suddenly gaining enough common sense to realize she wouldn't be crying like this unless something happened.

"We can't find Jax. He didn't come back to Aiden's last night after he went to visit his girlfriend." My mom sobbed uncontrollably into the speaker.

"Ok, Mom, let's think logically. He's a seventeen-year-old boy with a girlfriend. He is probably somewhere with her. He's at that age." I suggested.

"I thought so too, but I called his girlfriend and she hasn't heard from him either. She said he left her house about 8:00 PM last night. Your dad and Uncle Aiden are out looking for him right now." She was a mess.

"What's going on?" Cam whispered when he saw me knit my brows together.

"Jax is missing." I covered the receiver, trying not to upset my mom any more than she already was.

"Jessa, it's her. Its Jenna. I know it is."

"Mom, let's not overreact. He probably just fell asleep at someone's house."

"I know it's her. I can feel it." She was deadly serious. I knew better than to question her motherly intuition right now.

"Mom, Cam and I will see what we can do. Sit down and wait in case he calls. We will call you as soon as we find anything out." I said, trying to comfort her.

"Please find him." She cried.

"We will. I love you, Mom." I whispered, trying not to cry in front of her.

"I love you too, baby." She hung up the phone mid-sob.

Cam was already on his feet, pulling on a pair of sweatpants. He grabbed his phone off his dresser as he threw me another pair from his drawer to borrow. His phone was against his ear, talking to the girl at dispatch before I could even slide the cotton pants over my hips. He asked her to put out an alert for Jax. It hadn't been long enough to officially call him a missing person but having a cop boyfriend had its advantages. He could do things that other mere mortals couldn't because of the people he knew.

"Do you have a picture?" He whispered.

I nodded. I had a couple on my phone. They weren't the most up-to-date, but they were all I had.

"Send it to my phone and I will forward it to the station." He commanded. This was Cameron at his finest. If anyone could help find my brother, it was him. I had complete faith in this man.

I quickly finished getting dressed in Cam's clothes and we were running out of the house a few minutes later in a full-on sprint.

"Let's try the video game store first," I suggested. "He is always spending all his money there and is friends with the owner's son."

"Good thinking, darling," Cameron said, climbing into his truck.

When we got to the store, the owner burst my hopeful bubble when he said the last time Jax came in was over a week ago. I asked him if he could call his son to see if he might know where he is. His son said they were playing online together yesterday afternoon, but he hasn't heard from him since. He said Jax hadn't been online on his account since then.

Jax was always on his video games. This was not a good sign.

Cam and I hit the streets for the next six hours, pounding the pavement, hitting every stop within a twenty-mile radius where a seventeen-year-old boy would hang out. We came up empty-handed everywhere we went. My shoulders slumped in frustration as I fought the demons off that were filling my head with every terrible thing that could be happening to my little brother right now. Every additional place we searched without finding him was one step closer to throwing me into a tailspin again. I wasn't sure how much more I could take.

I was feeling defeated. Cameron was watching me closely, sensing that I was creeping closer to my breaking point. He offered to take me back to my house so I could step away to regulate myself for a few hours. I snapped at him and called him every bad name I could think of.  He sat there and took it without saying a word. Even though I knew he was trying to help and I was totally out of line, I couldn't reign my emotions in. He just took my hand while I continued to curse at him angrily. He brought it to his lips to kiss it to reassure me while we continued the search.

That amazing man didn't hold my misplaced anger against me once.

I started calling and texting my mother every fifteen minutes hoping my Uncle Aiden and Dad had found something. No one had come up with anything. It was like Jax just vanished into thin air. The longer the stress tortured my body, the shorter the time between phone calls became until I refused to hang up the phone at all. I was screaming at her over the phone like she wasn't already hurting enough. Cameron took the phone from my hand and placed it to his ear. He told my mom that I was tired and that he would make sure I took a break for a little bit. He put my phone in his pocket so I couldn't call and scream at her again.

My compulsion started tickling at the back of my head and I tried to push it down. A Jessa mental health episode was not going to make anything better. Holding it back sounded a lot easier than it actually was. I struggled with it until my body was in physical pain and I slumped over on the seat of Cameron's truck from exhaustion.

"Darling," Cameron whispered. "It's getting late. Let's get you home."

"But, he's still missing and I want to help." I whimpered.

"Jess, you have to take care of yourself too. It won't do anyone any good if you make yourself sick. We will go back for a little bit and regroup."

When we got back to my parent's house, everyone was out searching for Jax except my mom. She was chewing her nails as she sat at the kitchen island by her phone. I noticed her picking it up and looking at it every few seconds.

"Mrs. Miller, I am going to take Jessa upstairs for a little bit. Do you need anything before we go up?" Cameron said, rubbing her back. She squeezed his hand and shook her head.

I didn't have any words to say to her. I was fortunate Cameron took the lead for me. I would have collapsed if I tried to talk to her.

Cameron walked me up to my room and laid me down on my bed. He took the spot next to me until my body started to calm down some. He pulled out my meds and made sure I took them before I fell asleep. I felt spacey once they started kicking back in. There was no way I was going to be any help to anyone right now.

Bless Cameron Nash for his determination and strength. He stayed on his phone, calling around to everyone he could get in touch with as he held me until I fell asleep in my bed. He even went back out again to look for Jax when he knew I was resting.

He trudged back into my room at 4:00 AM, looking completely torn apart. The despair on his face grew deeper the second he realized I was awake. Cameron had been crying. His eyes were red-rimmed and puffy.

"Did you find something?" My lips were quivering.

"Jess, darling. Ron said they just found his phone not far from your Uncle Aiden's house." Cameron swallowed and looked away. There was something else he wasn't telling me.

"Cameron, don't keep things from me. What happened?" I sat up wide-eyed.

He sighed and grabbed for me. I pushed him away.

No distractions.

He frowned at me when he realized I wasn't falling for it.

"What else did you find?" I said more forcefully.

"There was some blood at the scene." He choked out.

"He's going to be ok. Tell me he will be ok." I screamed and began to beat the shit out of Cameron's chest. He wrapped me up and pulled me into him. He was stroking the back of my head as I wept into his chest.

"Shh, darling. We will get your brother back."