(Jin) 

"That bitch!" I exclaimed. "I swear I will kill her!" That had been my first reaction after seeing the tape.

Jungkook and I had returned to Bella's apartment. After the police were called, and the report made, it was already three in the morning. There was nothing for us to do except wait. I asked Namjoon, Hoseok, and Yoongi to go home, but they decided to stay. I sent Jungkook to my apartment for my coffee pot and my premium coffee then prepared it for everyone.

Jimin walked in and sat down wearily on the couch. "Any news?"

I shook my head.

Namjoon made an impatient sound. "We can't just sit here. We have to do something. We need to be looking for her."

"What do you suggest? We have no ideas, no clues," Hoseok replied.

"Seokjin, think," Namjoon said to me. "Is there anything you know about Abigail that might be helpful? We're pretty sure she would not have taken Bella to her own place, but does she have any friends as crazy as her?"

"You mean someone who would assist her in this complete lunacy?" I scoffed. "No! What sane person would go along with this?"

"There has to be something we're overlooking," he insisted. "Meanwhile, who knows what Bella might be going through right now! We have to do something! Think! Is there any place that Abigail might have gone? Any place that she thinks might have some significance to you--it's obviously about you, bro."

I pressed my fists to my head. "Ahhh...I don't know! I can't---wait!"

Everyone turned to look at me.

"The police noticed the shoe patterns by the front door because of the dirt they left behind. It had some wood chippings in it, like mulch," I said rapidly. I jumped to my feet. "Stanfield Park! They use mulch around the big trees." I gulped. "Abigail and I had our first, uh, romantic moment at Stanfield Park in the middle of the night!" I rushed out the door without another word.

I arrived at the park and jumped out of my car. Almost immediately another car pulled up, and Namjoon, Hoseok, and Yoongi got out.

"Okay. Everyone go look around the big trees," Namjoon instructed. He pointed them out to the guys. "If you see or hear anything, remember: protect Bella first, then call everyone else. Let's go!"

I looked around frantically, trying to find the spot where Abigail and I had been. I oriented myself to my surroundings before running off into the darkness. I thought I was on the right track.

After moving around in the darkness for about five minutes, I heard a sound. Voices! I moved in the direction of the sounds.

"Why won't you cooperate?" a man's voice was saying, low and angry. There was a noise that sounded like a slap. "Is that how you like it? You like it rough? Is that what your pretty boy does? Stop...kicking..."

I flung myself at the man I could only see in shadow and pulled him back by the collar of his shirt, ignoring the choking sound he made. My eyes made out the figure of a girl sprawled on the ground with a cloth around her mouth. The whites of her eyes were visible in the faint light. Bella!

The guy I was holding by the collar began to squirm, and I felt him trying to hit me. "Namjoon! Yoongi! Guys! Over here!" I yelled before he punched me in the stomach. I stumbled a few steps back, and he scrambled through the shrubbery. My first instinct would have been to give chase, but now I had to take care of Bella.

I knelt next to her and gently picked her up into a sitting position. I pulled off the cloth covering her mouth, but she didn't speak. She slumped against my chest, and I could feel her body getting heavier, as if she had passed out. I hugged her.

"It's okay, my love. I'm here," I said soothingly. "I'm here. Are you hurt? Did he hurt you or...anything? Bella?" I turned my head. "Namjoon!" I yelled.

There was a commotion of people coming toward us. Namjoon and Yoongi were holding the guy between them. Hoseok rushed in after them.

"Do you know this asshole?" Yoongi asked.

"Yeah, he was...attacking Bella," I said. I watched as Namjoon delivered a vicious blow at the guy's face. The guy crumpled to the ground. Yoongi stood over him while Namjoon rushed toward us.

"Oh, my God, Bella!" he said, his eyes wide. "Hoseok, call 911!"

I heard Hoseok making the call, giving information. I heard Yoongi telling the guy that he was lucky to be alive. I heard Namjoon point out the phone on a tripod just two feet away from us. But I could not hear Bella make any noise.

"Bella!" I pleaded. "Please, wake up! Wake up! Bella!" I looked at her limp form in my arms. "She's not moving! She's not moving! Oh, God, Bella! Wake up!"

Hoseok and Namjoon stood around me. Namjoon took off his jacket and placed it around Bella's thinly-clad body. "Stay calm, bro."

I felt the tears running down my face. "Bella, wake up! Wake up, my love!" It was as if my whole life hinged upon her well-being. I thought I'd never be able to open up my heart fully to another person. I never thought I'd care more for another person than for myself. "Wake up, Bella. I love you. Stay with me."

The ambulance and the police showed up shortly after. When I climbed into the ambulance with Bella, I noticed how pale she was, how faint her heart rate showed on the monitor, and I felt my own heart skip a beat. She was my life now. Please, God, let her be okay.