Sparks Fly (A Paul Stanley Fanfiction)

Chapter Five

The bomb threat was still here and I was getting tired.

"You okay, sweetheart"?

Paul was perfectly fine with the quiet atmosphere.

"I'm just tired".

With that, the Starchild planted a kiss to the top of my head.

"Is that a strapless bra you're wearing"?

I noticed how easy he could see through my shirt.

"Yeah"?

Paul pulled me closer to him, knowing that I was gonna be okay.

"I think they should be here by now".

I blinked several times before letting out a yawn.

Then, at about eleven o'clock, the rescue team let us out.

"Smart choice y'all made there".

One of them said.

After the fans left, I suddenly felt dizzy.

I began to have hallucinations of people being killed and screaming and crying.

"She's really overwhelmed".

Paul still was carrying me in his arms.

Ace stroked my head to comfort.

"Looks like she's about...sixteen years old"?

Gene shook his head at the SpaceMan.

"No, she's got to be at least in her early twenties".