Learning To Love Again (series) | Paul Stanley x reader fanfic

Part 17

Paul came out of Evan's room a couple minutes later, having explained in the best way he thought to explain your relationship.

When he walked out into the living room, and saw that you were sitting on the couch, he started to panic, until he saw the back door slightly open, and walked out.

He smiled, as he walked up to the pool.

"You scared me, I thought you left." Paul said, as he stopped smiling, as the figure turns around and treaded water, as Paul looked down and it was a woman that looked almost like you, smiling back up at him.

"Thought you wouldn't see me again did you Paul?" she asked, as she tilted her head to the side, smiling wider and wider at him.

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You looked out at the pool from the personal studio that Paul had built for rehearsal and recording purposes, as you tried to bang against the doors, and struggled to get them open.

"Just when you thought you were safe. You know how horrible it was for me to hide out and wait for you to let your guard down." Andrew said, as he quickly put his hand that had a rag in it over your mouth, as you fought against him, and to not breathe, as you quickly succumbed to the chloroform, and slumped in his arms.

"Don't worry y/n, I'm going to take you away from him." He said, as he leaned down and kissed your neck.

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You woke up later, feeling woozy, as you opened your eyes. And noticed that you had been in the studio for awhile, because it was completely dark inside.

You got up from the ground, slowly, feeling around the dark studio, and feeling your hand glide up solid wood, as you gripped it to help you get up to a standing position, as you grit your teeth as you struggled to get your legs to move after being in one position for so long. How long, you didn't know.

That wasn't where your thoughts were at the moment, as your eyes adjusted to the lack of light in the room and saw the music equipment all nicely in place still.

Where is he? You thought, as you tried to quietly make your way to the double doors that you were headed towards before you had been knocked out by Andrew.

You put your hands on the door knobs and took a breath, as you took one glance around the room to find something. Anything to defend yourself with, as your eyes landed on a desk that was off to the side with drawers in it.

Something small would be better than bringing a guitar. You thought, as you slowly walked over and started opening up drawers and rifling through them to find anything that you could carry in your hand.

Just as your hand landed on something metal, which you couldn't tell what it was until you took it out of the drawer and brought it into the light from outside.

A pocket knife, a big pocket knife. You smiled, feeling more relieved about getting out of this studio, knowing you had something that you could use confidently to protect yourself.

And you opened the doors and slowly went out. Slowly, to make sure you could at least get to the house and call the cops and because you were certain now that something was wrong with your legs.

You made your way slowly out of the studio that was in the backyard was adjacent to the pool, and saw a figure in the darkness that was slightly illuminated by the lighting of the pool.

You reflectively gripped the pocketknife in your dominant hand, finger poised on the release trigger just in case, since you had no idea who this was.

"y/n? I've been looking all over for you?" the figure said, as you moved closer and saw that it was Paul looking at you with concern.