Old scars

Chapter 1

Maria's Pov

"Fuck!!!" I had tripped over a chair when I was sneaking behind one of the busses. I was currently trying to figure out witch of these fucking busses was BMTH' bus. "Hey!!" Someone yelled. I dropped to the ground hoping that they didn't see me. I silently prayed that it wasn't a security guard. I knew I could take down many of the band members, but I was a bit worried about the guards.
"Who the fuck are you!" The voice screamed.

I recognized the heavy Sheffield accent and did a little happy dance as I stood up, back against the person.

"I said, Who the FÜCK are you!!" The voice, that I recognized as Matt N. From BMTH called.

"I, Mr. Nicholls. I'm your worst fucking nightmare" I calmly stated as I turned around and pointed my loaded gun at his head. He let out a choked scream as he put his arms over his head.
"Good, now lead me to your bus, and if you make a sound I will blow your pretty little brains all over the ground. Got it?" I said. He turned around and started walking in the direction of the bus. He kept silent as we walked up to, what I can only assume is their bus.
He looked back at me as if he asked permission to go on. I nodded and he knocked on the door hard.
The door opened and inside stood a very confused Oli.

"What the fuck mate, you don't have to-" he started but got cut off by Matt running inside the bus covering his head. Oli looked at him with a confused  look, but turned around, only to stare down the barrel of my favorite gun.
He gulped and slowly put his hands above his head.

"What the fuck is happening Oli? Matt just came in here looking like a damn zombie!" A strangely familiar voice called from inside the bus.

"HELP!!!! SHE HAS A GU-"

I shut him up by putting a bullet in his knee. He yelled out in pain and I quickly spun him around in my arms. I put the gun to his head and my hand over his mouth.

"Holy shit, MIKE GET YOUR GUN!!
SHES GONNA KILL OLI!!" Some tattooed dude said as he ran to the door.

'Mike' I thought. I felt my eyes start to tear up when I thought of my best friend. He was the only one that I could truly trust. He was the light at the end of the tunnel, the rainbow behind the rain... I snapped out of my thoughts when that familiar voice called.
"Let go of my friend you crazy bitch!"

I looked up at the person. He was covered in tattoos and he had a gun in his hand, pointed right in between my eyes. I looked at the gun. Weird, that was the gun people in my fathers gang used. I shook away the thought and looked into the man's brown eyes. I know those eyes anywhere. No, it can't be. Can it? Suddenly a look of realization crossed his face.

"Maria?" He spoke softly as he lowered his gun.

"Mike?" I replied, letting my gun drop to my side.

"Yeah, I guess so." He said, rubbing his neck.

I jumped into his arms and snuggled my head into the crook of his neck as he stumbled backwards. He hit the ground with a loud thump, before he wrapped his long arms around my back and pulled me into his chest.

"I can't believe it's you, I missed you so much." He mumbled into my hair as he flipped us over. He was now positioned  on top of me with my legs wrapped around his waist.

"I missed you too wiskeyhands, more than you'll ever know" I whispered as I flipped us again. I was straddling his hips with his arms pinned above his head. I was about to let go when I felt something hard hit me in the back of the head. I felt the darkness slowly surround me, and the last thing I heard before I blacked out was Mike calling my name.

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A/N
Sooo, cliffhanger for ya biatches.
This is my second story because I kinda gave up on the other one.
I hope you enjoy the story.
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