Chasing Your Dreams

Don't Mess With A Country Girl!

Miranda's pov

I'm so nervous dating again. Especially after Mo. "He was my everything." I whisper, swirling my drink. "Who was hot stuff?" Someone says, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Hands off me bub." I growl, my hands tightening into fists. He doesn't make any moves at leaving me alone. "The girl said let her go. That means get your hands off." The bartender says, annoyed. Then I hear the click of a gun behind me. My hands tense up. The bartender's eyes go wide. "Please... Don't-" I'm cut off by a hard bash to the head that causes me to lose consciousness.

Jason's pov

We're rolling out. Where's Miranda? "We can't leave yet! I can't find Miranda!" "Have you checked Cole's bus?" Kurt asks. "No." I head that way and he was leaning against his bus talking to Tyler. "Hey Cole, where's Miranda?" "Sleeping." He says, pointing. He goes on the bus and comes back off with a note. "Oh apparently she went to the bar." "The bar?! At this hour?!" I drive down there. It's empty except for the bartender. And he looks terrified. "What happened here?" "This crazy guy whipped out a gun and took this girl!" My blood runs cold. "G-Girl? W-What'd she l-look like?" "Really short. Dark brown hair, wearing a blue sweater." Oh no! "That's my daughter!" I screech.

Miranda's pov

"What do you want with me?!" I whimper shakily. He doesn't respond. "You don't know who I am! I'm a famous singer with fans and stuff! You're gonna be in trouble." My phone rings. He picks it up. I know instantly it's dad. We've gotta roll out. I pull on the rope. "Where's my daughter?!" I hear dad growl. "She's right here." He says, smiling. "Let her go, you bastard!"

Jason's pov

"Nuh uh, be careful!" I hear her scream. What's he doing?! "What are you doing to her?!" The line goes dead.

Miranda's pov

I've been through too much to give up now. I am so furious knowing dad's worried about me because of this jackass. "You better let me go." I whisper. He laughs. "You're too small to do anything." "You're wrong to underestimate me." I growl, fisting my hands. He looks down at me, the gun inches from my face. Wrong move. I shoot my head up, hitting the gun from his hand then I finish slicing through the ropes. He stares at me shocked. I kick his legs out from under him. "You've fucked with the wrong girl." I whisper. "How the hell-" "You were stupid enough to kidnap a country girl." I say, picking up the gun. "Wow. Badass." He says, smiling. I glare down at him. "If you come near me again, I won't hesitate to pull the trigger." I whisper, pointing it at him. His eyes go wide. He stumbles back. "I smash him in the face then run out the door. I run back to the tour stop, my breathing ragged and my face dripping sweat. My eyes land on Cole. "Cole! Where's dad?" I cry, running over to him. He hugs me. "Thank God you're okay!" He then calls for my dad who opens the bus door wide eyed. "There you are! What happened?" "This jerk held me at gunpoint but I got away."

Jason's pov

Her wrists have rope burns and her face is bruised. "What.... What'd he do to you?" "He tied me up and hit me in the face with a gun." "That jerk is dead!" I growl, pissed. "No dad, let's just go!" "But-" "Please." I sigh. "Fine. You heard her boys let's roll out."