(Y/N) (L/N) is a 24 year old singer, she has a huge platform and a ton of followers. The day before one of her biggest performance's she meets a certain spree driver , at first everything seems normal and she thinks nothing of him until she remember...
The car came to an abrupt stop, I could no longer hear the sounds of Kurt and the passenger, I pressed my ear up against the side of the boot straining in hope of hearing well... anything. I could hear that faint sound of a door creak followed by the sound of something moving. I had no idea where we were right now, it was definitely someplace remote. I switched on my phone, 17:39, I had around an hour and a half until my show...Kurt please kill this woman quickly. A loud scream pierced my ears,
"Why are you doing this Jessie? We could have been a power couple?!", I heard Kurt shout.
I cringed at the crack in his voice, he really needed to work on his excuses. I heard another scream, this time from Kurt... The car began to start up, only this time not by Kurt. I pushed the top of the boot up, trying to get a view of the driver. Jessie Adams? She was supposed to be serving drinks at the concert today...or so I was told. I gripped the drill tightly (that just happened to be in the back of Kurt's car) , reaching forward until I had a sturdy grip on the front seat. Kurt came into view, holding a gun aiming it at Jessie. I watched as his finger reached for the trigger, closing my eyes unable to look at what was about to be an extremely bloody sight. I waited a while, in a way craving the sound of a gunshot that never came. The gun seemed to be empty...I watched as Kurt fiddled with the gun and as Jessie pulled the throttle forward... This couldn't be good. She slammed her foot onto the peddle driving into Kurt. Think (Y/N), think damn it! The car was getting closer to the wall if I didn't think fast Kurt's organs would be staining the front window. I readjusted my grip on the seat, placing my stronger hand above me, taking one of my heels off I slammed it up against the boot lid. Jessie didn't turn around, her goal set on killing Kurt. I had about what? 30 seconds to come up with a decent plan. Kurt was now backed against the wall by the car, attempting to push the car away. I looked down at my hand, the drill! I flicked the switch in order to start it up, sorry Jessie.
(Kurt's POV)
I coughed for a second time, blood splattering my car window. My phone was far out of reach and (Y/N) was unconscious. I stared at Jessie, attempting to plead for help more blood spraying onto the window. I'd made it this far, I couldn't die now...my followers could probably only see Jessie right now, what was that pathetic catch phrase she said? All eyes on me? People like her didn't deserve thousands of followers.
"ALL EYES ON THIS YOU FUCKING BITCH!"
I watched in disbelief at the sight of (Y/N) slamming a drill until Jessie's head. Blood spilling everywhere, this time it wasn't mine. (Y/N) stayed in place with the drill far through Jessie's head. Her expression was unreadable, she seemed neither mad nor happy.
(Third person POV)
(Y/N) turned to face Kurt slowly, blood dripping onto her pink lips, she pushed Jessie's limp body aside effortlessly slipping through the open car door, the seams of her dress ripping against the broken glass.
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Kurt could do nothing about the bloody girl walking towards him,the car still hard against his lower half. (Y/N) paused for a moment, taking a brief minute to look Kurt up and down. Thinking her future actions through, reckless and some what stupid. Taking a deep breath, she placed one hand on the broken car pushing herself up above the gleaming headlights. She pushed back a strand of her hair revealing her intricate, blood covered features setting her glossy lips upon Kurt's. Eyes half open in astonishment, he wrapped his arm around (Y/N)'s waist pulling her in closer.
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A light blush covered (Y/N)'s face as she moved her bloody hand to Kurt's. He took note of her action, swiftly pushing hers back down to the bonnet of the car, clasping her fingers in with his. They pulled back for a moment staring into each others eyes, (Y/N)'s teary and passionate, Kurt's wide open .
"I-", (Y/N) began. Like the majority of other times when she'd try to speak to Kurt she was cut off, this time by his lips.
"FREEZE! HANDS UP!"
A loud voice shouted followed by the noise of countless guns being loaded. (Y/N) spun around in shock, they'd been so captured in the moment that they'd failed to hear the whining sirens of the several police cars. "Oh my goodness (Y/N) your alive!", Came a nearby voice.
"Mom?", (Y/N) whispered, tears flowing down her face.
"I called the police immediately after that boy assaulted me! I've had them track his car ever since he drove off with you!", She gasped rushing towards me.
"Mom i- no", (Y/N) couldn't find the words for a proper explanation.
"Look honey you've got your show in less than an hour! Come on let the police deal with that criminal," she spat grabbing (Y/N)'s hand practically forcing her out of the building.
(Y/N) was at an entire loss for words, what was going on? Was Kurt about to be arrested? She allowed her mother to push her into one of the police cars, everything was a blur, her mother spoke in a hushed manor directing the driver to the concert. The concert. (Y/N) has forgotten all about the concert was she really going to have to perform after everything? She'd always cared about her online reputation and her fans but could she really sacrifice Kurt for that. They'd already driven blocks away from Kurt's location, was it to late? The car drove further into the bustling city of LA as if all previous moments were bad memories.
(A/N: I was only intending for the book to be ten chapters long but I think I might make it longer just because I've thought of an alternate ending!)
