Thrills in the Night: A Y/N x Paul Stanley Story

A Desperate Call

My phone buzzed but I didn't bother to look at the text. I had a very solid guess who it was from, and I still had no desire to talk to him. I just drove, gripping the steering wheel of his car so tight my knuckles were white, angry tears still stinging my eyes. 

I didn't really have a plan, I didn't know where I was going or what I was going to do, I just knew I had to get as far away from him as possible. But eventually he went from texting me to calling me, so I pulled into a motel parking lot and finally listened to the voicemail he had left.

Paul: Y/N, where are you?! I'm worried about you, it's been hours, why aren't you answering my calls? Please, I love you, I'm scared. Please just let me know you're okay

In spite of my anger and pain, my heart ached at the fear and worry in his voice. I let out a sigh, picking up my phone and listening to the voicemail one more time. Scowling now, I called him back.

Paul: Y/N! There you are! Are you okay?! Where are you?!

"I know what you did," I spat, and there was a long pause.

Paul: Wh-what? What do you mean? What are you talking about? he asked in a small voice.

"I overheard you, Paul. With the groupie, or whatever woman you had over in our room, using our bed. How could you do this to me? After everything we've been through? You begged me, a year ago you begged me to come back to you, you begged me to love you and be with you! How could you spit in my face and stab me in the back and cheat on me?!" I cried, tears running hot and fast down my face. 

Paul: Y/N I...it's not...I'm sorry. It's not what you--

"I loved you! And I thought you did too, but clearly not!" 

Paul: Y/N, I do love you! Please, give me a chance to--

"No! You don't get any chances! We're done!" I screamed, hanging up and dropping my phone.

I hesitated for a moment before dissolving into tears. I was more than just angry, I was heartbroken. I had been right all along, Paul had broken many hearts in his life. I just never dared dream he would ever break mine. 

Of course my phone began to ring again, and I looked at his contact angrily, hanging up. He tried to call me again but I hung up again, so my phone buzzed with a voicemail instead.

Paul: Y/N please, I'm so sorry, please just give me a chance to explain, Y/N please just tell me where you are so we can talk, please just talk to me.

He was practically begging me to listen to him, but I didn't want to listen. My phone buzzed again with another voicemail and I pressed play with a heavy sigh.

Paul: Y/N I can't find my keys and my car is gone, did you...did you steal my car? Y/N please come home.

A triumphant smile curved my lips and shut off his car, glad at least I had made his life difficult. But my petty joy didn't last long as the wave of sorrow came crashing back over me. He loved me, he told me he loved me and he begged me to love him, and I had. I had loved him so, so desperately, with all of my heart and soul and body. But it had all been a lie. In fact, he had probably never loved me. For all I knew, he had been cheating on me the whole time

Trembling, I walked into the motel, paying for a room with the cash I had taken from Paul's wallet and accepting the room key from the man behind the desk. I walked into my dingy room, locking the door behind me and crumpling onto the bed, bawling my eyes out and almost wishing I had never overheard him, almost wishing I could still live in blissful ignorance. 

My phone rang again and I answered, too devastated to be angry anymore.

Paul: Y/N--

"Please just leave me alone," I murmured, hanging up and sobbing myself to sleep.