“Runaway” (part 1, excerpt)

Jordyn Fogle
Fergus High School

Hearing footsteps coming from her right, Billa moved to left and started heading to her dining room. Before she could make it near the room, Billa almost screamed when she saw a shadow of a tall male, seeing the outline of muscle and straight hair standing in the doorway to the dining room. Slowly making her way to the kitchen, Billa tried to get out through the back of the door. Her head was screaming go, but something told her not to, that she was going to leave something important. She didn’t care at the point. All Billa cared about was getting out.

When she neared the island in the middle of the kitchen, she noticed the back door was just opposite of her. Taking a silent breath, Billa was about to make her way out, until a husky voice stopped her dead in her tracks.

“I wouldn’t do that, kitten,” the voice growled.

Billa dared herself to turn around, but something made her stop. That something was a cold metal barrel at the back of her head. Feeling tears prick out of her eyes, Billa knew it was a gun. Letting out a shaky breath, the voice continued to talk. His hand found its way around her waist, pulling Billa closer to his body, the gun still pressed firmly at her head.

“Now I am going to asks questions, kitten,” he purred in Billa’s ear, making her feel more scared than she already was. “Do you understand?”

Billa slowly nodded, feeling the end of the gun moving with her.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

Billa gulped and whispered, “Billa Kaulitz.”

“And how old are you, Billa?” he asked, her name rolling off his tongue.

“I’m nineteen.”

“Well Billa, I’m Tom Trümper. You probably have heard of me, if not, you wouldn’t want to know. Anyway, I’m Tom and I’m twenty-three years of age. You, Billa Kaulitz...” Tom paused.

“W-What?” Billa stuttered.

“You’re coming with me now.”



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