2 months later

Grant's POV

I stand in the living room, pacing, when David's phone rings.

"Hello?" He answers. I rush into the kitchen to hear.

"Yes. I understand. We'll get in the car right now." He hangs up and grabs his keys. I grab my phone and book bag and get in the car. He looks at me. "Grant, they found them. They're heading over there right now." I look excited.

"Let's go!" He drives out and my phone buzzes.
(C- Candice, G- Grant)

C- where did you guys go?

G- they found her

C- and you're getting her now?

G- yes.

C- everybody says good luck

G- thanks

I put my phone down and watch the road David was driving down.

"When we get there, find her. Don't stop for a second, do you understand me?" I nod furiously and he stops in front of a wood cabin.

"Mr. Nutter, Mr. Gustin. Thank you for coming." I nod.

"This is my niece, sheriff. Of course I'd come." David says, holding in his snap.

"Are you ready?" David asks me. I nod, and the sheriff just looks at me.

"Sir, are you sure he can-" He starts.

"He will be just fine. A face she wants to see, he better be." David snaps, pulling me to the door.

"Let's go!" The sheriff calls, busting open the door, and they go in before I do. I sneak through the kitchen, and stop when her father stares me dead in the eye.

"So. You came. I'll go get her." He pulls out a knife and starts to leave.

"No!" I yell, shoving him out of the way, and the knife falls far away from either of us. I put him in a choke hold and the sheriff points his gun at him.

"Where is she being held at?" I growl. He points to a brown door on the right side of the hall, and I release him and go running in.

Her auburn hair is tangled with brown all over, her skin is as dark as dirt and her clothes were all torn and mangled. There were crimson spots all over her, and she was groaning weakly. I pick the chair up that he has her tied in. I undo the ties with the box cutter he has on the counter, and pick her up bridal style. Her head rests on my chest, and her eyes open a little.

"Grant?" She weakly asks.

"I'm right here. You don't have to worry anymore. I promise." I smile, and she weakly smiles.

"Good.... I don't feel well."

"I know. We'll get you out of here." I get out of the room, and the sheriff arrests Alex.

"Get your hands off my daughter." He growls.

"You have no say over her anymore." I growl back. We get out the door, and the paramedics take her on a stretcher in the ambulance and David hands me his keys.

"Don't scratch it, Gustin." He gets in with Kris and I get in the driver's seat. I get behind the vehicle and follow it to the hospital. I turn the car off and rush in after them.

"Sir, you can't go in." A nurse holds me back. David looks at me, tears running down his face. He turns and tells the doctor something. The doctor comes out and looks at me.

"Debbie, he's permitted to enter." He walks off, and the nurse let's me go. I enter the room, and David claps my shoulder.

"She'll be fine, but she's in a coma. They say she won't wake up for about 2-3 weeks." I nod.

"As long as she comes out if this alive and well."
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Kris' POV

I wake up in a dark room, and crawl around. I feel three walls being close to each other, and I find a light switch and turn it on. The room comes to life, a movie screen on the fourth wall that seems so far away. It plays my life in fast forward, my birth, my mother, my first day of school, the move to my uncle's, and it stops on Grant's face.

"I'm Grant..." I laugh.

"Am I supposed to know you?" I take a sip of my coffee, and watch as he takes the seat across from me.

"Well, uh, no. Your uncle hired me for a new show-" I feel my eyes widen.

"Ohh, you're that guy! Nice to put a face to a name. I'm Kris, I work as the main editor, I handle the scripts, and I'm the director's assistant." We shake hands and we talk a little.

My phone rings, and I apologize and take the call.

"Yes?"

"Kris, I need you to come home. The oven-" I sigh.

"I'll be right there. This is why you don't touch the oven." I end the call, and go back to Grant.

"I'm sorry. I need to go. It was nice to meet you." I walk off, and smile.

It plays the rest of my life up to now, and I shake.

Why?! Why now?!

The screen changes to see my uncle's face.

"Kris, don't you leave. Please, we need you. Please.... Wake up.. Please..." Uncle Danny? What's going on?!

Grant pats Danny's shoulder, and looks at me.

"Please wake up. Please.... I-I have no idea what I would do without you. I need you."

I feel like crying. Candice, Rick, Jesse, Tom, Danielle, and Carlos appear, and I gasp.

"Kris, please wake up. Its not the same without you. Nothing is the same." Candice says, wiping her eyes.

The doctors come in, and usher everyone out, and take care of me.... What's going on?

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AN:

Happy birthday to Candice! I found out on Instagram....

And on that post, there was a very mean comment.... Someone apparently said something about having a "homophobe going to Texas to be with his people...." That really offended me, because I AM from Texas. And not a homophobe..... So this is what I said:

"[Blank for username] was that really needed? Maybe you should shut up before someone hunts you down.... And I wouldn't be surprised. People from Texas aren't all really homophobe... That was completely and utterly ridiculous... Can you really be like that? Or is that just the face you put on for social media?"

You can tell I was mad. Offended! I know that wasn't the best comeback, but I felt like he just wanted to offend people. And he did. Me.

I'm done ranting.... Ermahgawd, 100 reads... I'm so excited!

Bye guys!

Amnesia_and_Dreams