corbyn's POV

it was now twelve thirty am. they had called the cops and started a search party for kelsea, all over their city. corbyn was currently in the car with his mom, and the rest of the boys had gone to bed in the bus.

"you think we're gonna find her?" he asked laying his head against the seat, feeling pretty tired himself. "why would she even do this."

their mom spoke up, "i don't know. she's scaring me, obviously she's grounded but i just want to find her. make sure she's safe..."

corbyn nodded agreeing, "ya me too"

"she can't go back to LA with you guys when we find her." mom said to me

i nodded "yeah of course, she gonna be going to rehabilitation now this time for sure. she ain't even have her meds with her... she gonna get messed up... i feel bad but not it's her fault for doing this shit."

the mom nodded and started to cry, "let's go home and go to bed, the police will search all night. we need sleep. maybe she'll call in the morning."

i nodded as we drove back to the bus and/or venue.

as we got there i hopped out, "i'll text you right when i wake up."

he ran into the bus as their mom drove off, crying uncontrollably.