Nathans P.O.V.

My eyes wandered lazily over the papers that Mrs. Smith had handed me when I walked into work today.

That had been how everything these last agonizing 4 days had been done; with absolutely no purpose or conviction. I had lost the drive that once pumped through my veins, pushing me further through my life and career goals. I had lost the one thing that made everything worth it, every little stumble along the way worth it.

Alex.

Jesus, even thinking her name sent a freshly sharpened knife slicing through my chest, the pain causing my breathing to falter ever so slightly each time.

I was a goddamn mess without her. I couldn't sleep properly, couldn't force myself to consume anything more than copious amounts of coffee each morning and then try and force down a pathetic excuse for dinner that I always ended up throwing most of it away anyways.

I hadn't been submitted to this depth of pain since my father passed away.

I felt useless and pathetic, helpless to know what I could possibly to do win her back. But what she saw...with Silvia. It felt almost impossible that anything would ever ease her pain of that site.

Fucking Silva. If I ever came within 20 feet of that heartless, egotistical daddy's girl ever again, I don't know what I'd do but I'm almost positive that every moral code I was taught growing up about not hitting a woman would fly out of the window the moment I saw her smug, silicone injected face.

It didn't help that I couldn't remember a fucking thing that went on while Silva was there. She had to have put something in that coffee...there's no other logical explanation.

Fuck, no matter how many times I go over it in my head, not a damn thing changes.

The fact still remained that Alex didn't trust me, didn't want me, and I hadn't a clue on how to deal with it.

I let my head drop into my hands on the desk and ran my fingers back and forth roughly between my disheveled hair. Frustration was running through my mind vigorously and I was losing my patience for the mass amount of work that sat in front of me.

Abruptly, the classroom door slammed open and my tired body jumped at the sudden noise.

I cast my eyes over to see whom had made the intrusion when Ben's familiar, yet enraged face came into view.

"Where is she?!"

What the hell?

"Mr. Grant, lower your voice and mind how you talk to your superior!" Mrs. Smith bellowed out behind me as I stood from my chair and walked towards Ben's pacing, wild figure.

"What are you talking about?" I asked him as calmly as my emotions would allow.

"Is she with you? Please, tell me she's with you or at your house or something!" Ben's eyes were panicked and his frantic tone caused my heart to begin to pound harder and harder in my chest.

Slowly, I shook my head.

"Fuck!" Ben exclaimed and ran a hand through his hair and turned back towards the door.

I jumped my steps forward and grabbed onto his shoulder, spinning him around to face me.

"What's going on?" I asked in a demanding tone.

"She's gone! And if you don't have her that only leaves one person..." Ben's voice trailed off as his words swirled through my mind as I came to the horrifying realization of who that one person was.

"Greg."

I watched as Ben's head nodded in answer to my statement and as he confirmed my suspicions, I could feel the hatred and rage boiling up inside of me.

He had her. He fucking had her.

I wasn't there to protect her...

She's has to be so scared...

His hands on her body...

My minx...

"Fuck!" I yelled out as the anger inside of me finally cascaded over my body in a fit of hot, blinding rage as I reared my arm back and sent my fist flying into the wall next to me.

I felt the wall splinter under my forceful punch as my knuckles swore out in pain.

But I couldn't feel it. I couldn't feel anything aside from the warrior churning inside of me, full of hate and fury.

"Nathan!" I heard Mrs. Smith shriek from behind me but I couldn't focus on her right now. I was already in action.

I glided with purpose for the first time since Alex broke up with me over to the desk I was working at and grabbed my briefcase, phone and car keys.

"I'll fix that," I threw over my shoulder to Mrs. Smith, referring to the crack in the wall, as I strode past her and up to Ben's wide eyed, speechless figure.

I set my eyes on his, determination coursing through my stare.

"Let's go."

"Nathan, what is going on?" Mrs. Smith asked, bewilderment embedded within her voice.

With a deep sigh, I turned to face her kind, but curious face. "I have to go. Fire me, whatever you have to do but I have to go. Now."

She and I shared a short but intense stare off. I was one second away from leaving without an answer from her when I saw her dirty blonde haired head, nod solemnly, her eyes creased with worry.

"Go."

And with that, both Ben and I took off out of the classroom and down the hall.

"How long has she been gone?"

"Since last night."

My feet stopped their quick pacing down the hallway to stare at Ben with incredulous, judging eyes.

"Last night and I'm just now hearing about it?" I roared at Ben, who simply shook his head and continued walking.

"You were our last resort. We called her parents, called her sister, called the cops even and not a damn person has a clue where she is! I didn't want to believe that she had gone back to you but it was a hell of a lot better option than with that fucking sicko." He growled the last part under his breath.

"Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence."

"Hey, you fucked up, man. After everything you put her through, all of the pain and then that shit you pulled in class yesterday about wanting to marry her someday." Suddenly Ben stopped walking, just before we were about to exit into the parking lot and turned towards me, his face screwed up into a deep, disdainful scowl.

"Do you know what that does to her? When you say things like that it messes with her mind and breaks her all fucking over again! You don't deserve her and you know it," he spat at me.

"That wasn't some shit, that was the truth! I love her more than anything and I don't have to explain myself to you," I quipped at him, the anger inside of me rolling around relentlessly with his accusations.

"No, but it would sure help me understand why the fuck she's still so in love with you! Because I can't for the life of me wrap my brain around why she still wants you after what you did to her."

"Because that's what love does to you!" I snapped at Ben, my face etched in truth. "It makes you look insane to anyone on the outside but when you find the person you're supposed to be with forever, your one and only and you let them go? That shit stays with you. It doesn't just go away and my love for her and hopefully her love for me will never dissipate because it is real and pure and fucking untouchable."

The conviction in my voice and eyes had taken Ben aback obviously as he just stood there, taking in everything. More than enough time had passed for me to begin to become impatient and the thought of Alex with that bastard any longer then she was forced to be was ripping through my mind and I was beginning to overheat from the anger seeping through my pores.

Finally, Ben's eyes snapped up to mine, a challenging look fixed in his gaze.

"Prove it."

On the drive over to Alex and Rachel's apartment, Ben informed me that Alex's parents drove up this morning along with her sister, Claire and were all waiting back at the apartment.

I wasn't particularly stoked to see her sister again after our last uncomfortable meeting but there wasn't a damn thing that would stop me from doing everything in my power to find Alex, and if that meant dealing with her obnoxious sister, then so be it.

As Ben and I pulled up to the apartment complex and stepped out of the car to go inside, the memories of the last time I was here bombarded my mind and I willed myself to not let those thoughts tear me down. Alex needed me, today more than ever.

And I'll be damned if I let her down again.

"Now, just a heads up, you're not exactly everyone's favorite person in the world right now, so brace yourself," Ben warned me as we took our final strides up the walkway to the familiar front door, opened it and walked inside.

Once we stepped foot inside of the all too familiar apartment, three female heads snapped up and looked our way. One pair of light blue eyes zeroed in on me, loathing brimming in her stare.

"What the hell is he doing here, Ben?" Rachel asked in a threatening voice as she propelled her body out of the love seat and stalked over to us angrily.

"He wants to help find her," Ben answered back as he maneuvered his body around the petite, livid blonde and walked towards the kitchen.

Quickly, the blonde's anger was shifted towards me as she took a step in and stared up at me with deadly eyes.

"Well, your help is not wanted or needed, so I suggest you walk right back out of that door and fuck off."

I clenched my fists together tightly, reining in the frustration and annoyance I was beginning to develop for this girl. I knew she was only trying to protect Alex but damn was she getting on my last fucking nerve.

"You're getting the help whether you want it or not," I spoke to her slowly. "I know you hate me but I plan to do whatever it takes to get her back. She is my everything and I can't just stand by knowing what that fucker is capable of so either accept my help now, or I'll go and find her myself. You're choice."

Rachel's stare on mine was intent but slowly and surely she was buckling.

"Fine," she said as she steered her stare away from mine, letting me know that I had won the battle. I took a deep breath into my lungs to calm myself just a bit before walking fully into the room and seeing their short, brunette friend sitting on the couch, red eyed, Ben sitting blankly in on a kitchen stool, and then Alex's sister Claire, watching me with curious eyes as I came more into view.

"Where are your parents?" Ben directed the question towards Claire, who snapped her eyes away from me to look at him.

"After you sent the text that Nathan didn't have her, they went to the police station to file a report. But the police said they were already looking into the chance that Greg had her but they don't have any leads as to where he might have taken her."

"Shit," Ben breathed and he dropped his head into his hands.

"Okay," I huffed and ran a hand through my hair, deep in thought. "Is there anything you can remember about Greg that would help us, Claire? Anything at all like, places he liked to go or friends he had?"

My heart sunk as she shook her head. "Not really. He didn't have any friends left after everything came out about how crazy he was. And then he went to jail and his family still doesn't talk to him. My mom said she called Greg's ex-wife and she didn't even know he was out of the Psych ward yet."

"Dammit!" With every word out of her mouth, I felt more and more helpless and lost at what to do; where to go.

"I can't believe this." I heard Claire say from the couch. "She broke up with you and yet you're still so hell bent on finding her. You must really love her."

The sincerity in Claire's voice honestly shocked me a bit. Our last encounter, she was practically mauling her way past the dining room table to get with me with little or no care of how that would affect Alex. Now she seemed to genuinely be interested and care about her sister and how she was being treated.

"I do, more than anything," I spoke with small shake of my head with my eyes fixed on Claire's in truth.

Claire sighed and shook her head, her brunette colored hair, the same shade as Alex's, shaking out around her and falling over her shoulders. "She really is lucky."

Saying that everyone looked at her with simple dumbfound spread on their faces, would be an understatement. Everyone's stare shone with appall and ultimately amazement at Claire's blatant disregard for her sisters current predicament.

Sensing the silence in the room, she snapped her eyes up to gauge everyone's reactions in the room before realizing her brain lapse.

"Oh come on guys, I don't mean now! I just mean that she's lucky to have a boyfriend, whether he be ex or not, that cares that much. Travis certainly never showed me that sort of passion," she said with a roll of her eyes.

Choosing not to comment on Claire's statement for several reasons, I let my heavy legs walk me over to the open love seat and sank down into it, letting my head fall back and rest on the back of the chair, my eyes drooping closed as I ran through idea after harebrained idea of where Alex could be.

I was becoming desperate to find her. I could feel it in the way my body buzzed and with every painful twist of my stomach at the thought of Alex being with him any minute longer.

I needed to find her.

I needed her.

"I mean, you're willing to do anything to get her back and Travis never even told me he loved me. And I think we were even dating longer then you guys! I mean, what's fair about that?"

Is she still talking?

"I mean, come on, who breaks up with someone the day that their sister is kidnapped by her high school stalker? That's just a dipshit move. And then telling me that he 'no longer needs me'," she said with finger quotations and an annoyed look set on her face.

"Like who the hell does he think he is? Dumping me and then saying he doesn't need me and he's leaving to go stay with his father, who I never even got to meet!"

Damn, she really knows how to pick 'em.

"Like, I get it. It's your long lost father and you want to spend time with him but can't it wait until my sister is found? No! Once I told him Alex was gone, he bolted like a fucking maniac!"

That caught my attention.

My head lifted from its rested position on the chair and rose up to connect my wondering stare with Claire's vexed one.

"He said he didn't need you anymore?" I asked curiously, my mind swirling with thoughts, trying to piece the seemingly impossible puzzle together.

"Yes!" Claire exclaimed while jumping up in her spot on the couch. "He said I had 'played my part'. But I didn't quite understand that one since we never did any role play or anything like that..."

Claire trailed off into her own thoughts as mine began to overwhelm my mind as the very unlikely possibility, became more and more feasible.

"Did he tell you anything about this long lost father of his?" I asked of Claire, my questions beginning to raise curiosity from the few other bodies in the room.

"Um, not really. He was a pretty closed off person about his personal life," she mused in a bored voice. "The only thing he ever really said about his dad was that he had just recently come back into his life after a mix up with the law and that they were planning a trip. Apparently his dad was gonna get married or something soon."

Holy shit.

"You don't think that... his dad is-"

"He could be." I cut Rachel off to voice my already forming conclusion.

Even if I was going off on a horrid, ridiculous theory, I had to try. I could't just sit here anymore and waste away while Alex was being forced to endure time and God knows what else with Greg.

"What?" Claire asked as I stood up from my seat and paced slowly across the living room, my mind brewing with possibilities as every puzzle piece began to settle into place in my mind.

"The timeline makes sense if you think about it," I said to no one in particular. "Travis showed up just around the time Greg was released and now he breaks it off with Claire the day Alex is taken? Those can't just be coincidences."

"Didn't Alex get a note from Greg while she was at her parents' house with you and Claire and Travis?" Rachel asked with hope welling in her voice.

I connected my stare with Rachel's, the both of us simultaneously coming to the same conclusion.

"She did."

"What the hell are you guys talking about?" Claire screeched from across the room.

I ignored her outburst and stalked over to her with a new found drive pushing my steps forward.

"Did Travis ever take you to his house or apartment?"

I could tell Claire was beyond confused with my questions as her tiny brain hadn't made the connection that everyone else's in the room had.

"Yeah, I went there all the time. Why?"

"I think I may know where she may be." I told her with optimism rushing through my veins for the first time in days.

"Mr. Grant, you stay here with the girls and wait for a call from Claire. I'll have her call you if we find anything or see anything alerting us that she may be there." I ordered Ben, who nodded his head at me with a dim gleam of hopeful faith in his eyes.

"Do you really think she might be there?" I heard a meek voice ask shakily.

I turned just barely on my heel and connected my gaze with Alex's brunette female friend in the room, whom I couldn't recall her name. Her eyes were overrun with sorrow and shinning into mine pleadingly.

She wanted Alex back just as badly as I wanted her back.

I nodded at her, determination circling in my stare. "I do. I'm not coming back without her." I swore to her and to her friends in the room but ultimately, I swore to myself.

"Let's go." I told Claire as I tore my gaze off of the three barely hopeful friends in the room and stalked towards the door taking large, confident steps with Claire following behind aimlessly.

Hold on minx.

There you all go! Nathan is on his way to get his Minx!! So did you guys like it? Was it believable that from what Claire said about Travis that Nathan could come to that conclusion that Travis was Greg's possible son?

I hope I made it clear enough. Plus Nathan is a smart cookie :) A smart, sexy, hot cookie ;) 

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Next chapter will be very action packed and back to Alex's POV ;)