Just Kiss Me - Tom and Bill Kaulitz

Revenge

*TOM'S POV*

I looked at the time and decided to pick Mia up for the date. I knocked on the room door several times, but no one came to open it, so I took out my card and opened the door.

The room was empty. I immediately went to Mia's bedroom and found a note on her bed that said "Tyler, I went out with Tom. I think I'll be back late." The thing was, she had never dated me yet. On his bed there was something else: an open red box, with inside a note with the words "Let's meet in front of the hotel. Now." She surely thought it was me and fell for it. But who could do such a thing? Definitely not my brother, so... Cole. That bastard had kidnapped her. But it wouldn't go far.

*MIA'S POV*

"Where are we?" I asked Cole who was ahead of me.

"Why are you so persistent? I said we're almost there." He answered me in an almost annoyed tone. I prayed that it really wasn't or I would die. "Here we are." He said opening his arms in front of him. We were in front of a tiny restaurant where nobody was there. "But it's deserted." I said. He turned to me and gave me a terrible look, so without hesitation I entered the restaurant and sat down at the only table there was, which was in the center of the room. Cole meanwhile went into a room and then returned with two plates of spaghetti with sauce.

"Enjoy your meal." He said with a smile, then started eating. However, I looked a little at the plate, and realized that fear had overwhelmed me to the point of taking away my appetite. "Cole, this is all really nice, but I'm not hungry." I said. I started to get up, and once on my feet I was immobilized by the sight of a gun pointed straight at my forehead. "I didn't mean to get to this point, but you always think you can do whatever you want, and the only way to educate you Is this." He said. "Now sit down, eat and don't get up until I tell you to." So I sat down and did everything to hold back the tears.

I began to eat while making a plan. He had put the gun next to his hand, but I couldn't take it because he knew I wouldn't be able to shoot anyone, so I did the simplest thing: run away. Suddenly I threw the table at him and started running towards the exit to save myself. I was almost to the door, but reaching for the door I felt a searing pain and fell to the floor screaming. My left leg was bleeding.

The asshole had shot me.

"Do you think I'm stupid?!" he said approaching me with the gun in his hand. When he was close enough to me, he helped me up while still keeping the gun at my temple. I could barely stand, and he put his free hand on my hip. It began to descend until it reached my butt. I elbowed him in the eye, managing to grab his gun and point it straight at his face. Meanwhile, he was lying on the ground with a hand on his eye which was now bleeding. "Come on! Shoot me!" he kept cheering me on, but I just stood there motionless. "You know, when you stabbed yourself that day, I really hoped you weren't dead. Do you know why?" He said. I didn't answer.

"Because I wanted to kill you with my own hands, bitch."

I sighed, I was tired of him. "What the fuck are you doing!" he yelled when he saw me put the gun to my temple.

"I'll never give you the satisfaction of killing me, you bastard!" I yelled. He managed to kick my left leg and I fell to the ground, sending the gun flying right next to him. He abruptly stood up, and with one hand he was holding the gun straight at me and with the other he was holding his bleeding eye. "You bitch, you thought you were screwing me." And I answered him by spitting in his face. "You made me tired. Get undressed." He said. I looked at him shocked. "What?"
"Take off your fucking shirt or I'll shoot you!" He screamed. I didn't move, and as a result he shot me again in the left leg. "You're crazy!" I yelled. He ducked until we were nose to nose.

"And you're a whore, but you're still beautiful."

He said, then took his hand away from his eye and used it to cup my face and kiss me. I tried to take it off, but with just one hand he managed to be stronger than me. He broke away abruptly and was thrown to the table, throwing the gun the other way. I raised my head and saw him.

Tom had saved my life.

His face was full of anger. He quickly walked up to Cole and started punching him. His intent was to kill him, and I wanted the bastard dead too, but I knew Tom would never forgive himself for that. "Tom! Stop or you'll kill him!" I yelled. When he heard his name being yelled he suddenly stopped, and turning around I saw his face. He was no longer filled with anger, but with love. He ran towards me and noticed the shots in the leg. "I have to take you to the hospital." He said. I took his hands. "You need it too." I told him. His hands were full of blood which luckily wasn't his own. "How did you find us?"
"I tracked the bike." He said. Tears began to wet my cheeks again. I took his face in my hands. "I love you." I said before kissing him.

After a while he broke away. "There is no time for this, we have to go to the hospital." He said, then picked me up and carried me to the bike. We went as fast as we could. When we got to the hospital he put me in the hands of doctors who knew me by now, and when I turned around I saw him talking on the phone. Most likely he was talking to the police.

I owed him my life, because he saved mine.