When the moon met the sun (ENGLISH VERSION)

-27- BLAIRE

- BLAIRE'S POV -

My thoughts are racing, I feel like I'm swimming in a nightmare. I can't believe what's happening.

Seeing the Kaulitz twins, pointing a gun at my godfather and vice versa, is heartbreaking.

Louis
- Well, well, well... Look who's here.

Tom
- Let her go, right now.

Louis
- Do you really think you can scare me with your little G44?

Bill
- Because you've got a bazooka, haven't you?

Louis frowns as he looks at Bill.

Tom raises his eyebrows before turning his head to his brother.
- Don't you even know how to keep a straight face in a situation like this?

Bill
- It was a simple question.

Louis
- Quiet.

I'm wide-eyed, looking at my saviors and my enemies.

Louis snaps his fingers before pointing to me with these.
- Take her away, I'll take care of the other two.

Blaire
- What?!

Tom
- Out of the question.
he says, his finger slipping on the trigger.

Louis comes and grabs my arm, pulling me back against him, the barrel of his gun pressed to my temple.

I see the braided man's eyes widen, his hand trembling.

Louis
- Either my men take her or I shoot her.

Tom glances at Bill, who also seems to be panicking.

Tom
- Let your men take her.

I stare into Tom's eyes. His gaze begs me to trust him.

I end up being dragged by two men about 6'2" tall, one of whom is John, to one of the cars in the driveway.

I'm shaking all over. Several questions keep running through my head, but the main one is:

"What if he kills Tom...?"

I chase my bad thoughts away, but I can't help having this scenario looped in my mind.

The car starts moving. Just as I look up, a piece of metal smashes into the back of my head.

My vision is blurred for a few seconds before I fall unconscious onto the back seats of the car.

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When I finally wake up, a horrible headache grips me. I frown and mutter a few stupid words, placing the palm of my hand on the back of my head.

Opening my eyes, I scan the room from left to right. A shiver runs through my body as a light draught caresses my face.

Eventually, I straighten up between these four walls.

The light is very dim, illuminating only the center of the room.

There's not much there, and I feel like I'm in a cell.

A simple mattress with a wooden desk. A few books on top.

I get up, trying to open the door, obviously, lock it, it would have been too easy otherwise.

I sigh, knocking on the door to give a sign that Sleeping Beauty is awake.