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I'll save you from yourself	By : PunkyEmoFreak Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Tokio Hotel Views: 2276 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Tokio Hotel. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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|| Bill’s POV ||

“Oh holy hell! Lexie, are you alright?” I yelped as Tom stormed out of the room and my cousin was holding her hand to her chest with tears in her blue eyes. I couldn’t believe that Tom had done that to her! I heard his words yesterday, I know I had. And since my Lexie was his Alexia, I was so sure he would be happy to see her! He hadn’t wanted her to leave… so why did he freak out so badly? “I can’t believe he did that to you.”

“I’m fine, Billie,” Lexie said with a soft sigh, looking down at her wrist that was already rapidly turning purple from how hard Tom had a grip on it. She laughed a little, flexing her fingers and shaking her head. At least it wasn’t broken, she wouldn’t be able to move her fingers much if it was, “You can’t?” She said, looking at me with a raised brow, “Billie, you’ve spent the last few months around him. When we were kids, Tom had a really bad temper. I’m not so surprised that it’s gotten worse in the last six years.” She said, shaking her head some, “I’m not surprised at all.”

I frowned, sitting down on one of the chairs as Lexie did the same, “I am surprised. He’s never once hurt me at all. And we’re so much alike! And everyone says so surely that Tom doesn’t hurt girls. Yet, he nearly broke your wrist! You can’t blame me for being surprised, Lexie.” I tapped one of my long polished nails against my lips as Lexie examined her wrist a little more, “Are you okay?” I asked her again.

“Yeah, he only bruised the skin. Nothing permanent. And before you even think about saying something, I’m not going to get it looked at ‘properly’. They’ll want to know what happened and then Tom will get in trouble for hurting someone. I don’t need him to be anymore pissed at me then he already is.”

“Why is he so pissed at you, Lexie? You said he was your best friend at that Alice lady’s place…” I didn’t get it, how could someone Lexie said she got along with so well suddenly hate her more then he hated me in the beginning? We didn’t have time for me to find out though; we had to be in group. After group, Lexie, Lacy, and I sat alone in the room and Lexie told the stories. Lacy was surprised. She asked if Tom had talked even once then, Lexie assured her she hadn’t. But Tom had been very open with her.

She was eight and he was nine, though anything she knew about him when she first walked up to him was only what she had been told. His name was Tom Kaulitz, and he’d been here for almost a year. ‘He doesn’t talk, he’s a freak.’ Another little girl had told her. The second girl was blond; she had soft curls that framed her face and a bratty attitude. She was Alice’s only real child. ‘You seem pretty cool, Alexia. You can play with us. And stay away from Tom, he’s really mean.’

The blond girls name was Monica, she was eleven. All the little girls here followed Monica like she was a queen. Alexia didn’t want too, she didn’t like the way she made fun of the boy she had asked about. ‘No, thank you. I think I’m going to go talk to Tom for awhile.’ Alexia had told the older girl, getting up from the ground and walking into the nearly deserted office-like room.

Alice had told her that no one was allowed in there. Monica had told her that Tom was allowed in there because it was better for him when he was away from the other kids because he liked to hit them. But when he was alone, Tom didn’t cause any problems. He was putting a gooey thick white substance in his hair that she later learned was the wax that let him have his dreadlocks, she thought they were cool.

“You’re kinda cute,” She had said to him, he ignored her though. Alexia tried not to let it phase her too much, “I like your hair, have you been doing that for a long time?” She asked the dreaded boy. He still said nothing to her, only tugged on a different dreadlock every other moment or so.

She hadn’t wanted to believe that the girl was right when she said Tom didn’t talk, but it seemed she hadn’t been lying. “They told me you didn’t talk, I didn’t really believe them. I guess it is true though. I’m Alexia, I know you’re name is Tom.” She said with a smile, the blonde dreadlocked boy only wiped his hands clean on his pants that were way to big on him. Alexia wasn’t sure how he could wear clothes so big for him. “Come with me, Tom,” She said, taking his hand he had just gotten the wax off of, “I brought some Lego’s with me, I think you’d like them.”

From that day, she and the dreadlocked boy, Tom, were friends. She was the only one that Tom wouldn’t play rough with. Alexia refused to think of it as Tom just being mean to the other kids. Then, she didn’t think she’d be taken away from Tom so soon. So she let herself get close to him. He let himself get close to her.

“Tomi, I’m cold.” She had whined, pouting at her older friend sitting next to her on the couch. Once a week, Alice would go to the movie store and pick out a movie for everyone to watch together. It was a treat for them all. All of the fourteen kids in the house would gather around the TV in the living room. Seven bowls of popcorn were made and each sat in a pair to share said popcorn. Before Alexia had come there- Tom had never partaken in movie night. He would go to his room and listen to music instead.

Sometimes, neither of them watched the movie. On those days Alexia would follow Tom into his room and listen to his music. She didn’t really like it, but she liked the face Tom made when he listened to it. So she dealt with the bad music.

But tonight, Alexia wanted to see the movie. Alice had picked up Aladdin from the movie store, and Alexia had never been able to see it before. She told Tom she really wanted to see it, so Tom let her take his hand and lead him into the living room. They sat close to each other on the couch, Tom resting against the arm of it watching the movie with a very bored expression on his face. The only thing keeping any distance between was the little bowl of popcorn Alexia was eating- Tom didn’t like popcorn.

“Tomi, make me warmer.” Alexia demanded when Tom ignored her the first time. Her demand got his attention and he looked over at her. He didn’t look very happy; he didn’t like to be ordered around. But she gave him a small pout and Tom opened his arms. She smiled then and moved the popcorn away before she crawled into her best friends open arms. “Thank you, Tomi.” She said softly before resting her head on his shoulder. They had fallen asleep together like that by the end of the movie. They never got to see the end of it, for two days later- Alexia would be leaving.

“Tomi,” She said, sitting next to him in Alice’s office. He was plucking strings on the small cheap guitar Alice had gotten him. With his refusal on letting Alice get him new clothes, she had bought him the Guitar instead. Well, in all reality it was Tom’s money, so he could get what he wanted with it. Alexia remembered when Tom came home from the store with her. She had never seen him look so happy. With his own money, he had bought a really pretty white and black guitar. Alice bought him this smaller one to practice on, since the other one was still to big for him.

“Tomi… I need to tell you something.” Alexia said again and Tom gave her a small nod, still plucking at the strings of the guitar. She knew he was listening, even if he wasn’t looking at her. He was playing funny, meaning he wasn’t paying much attention. “Do you remember that family that I met yesterday?” She asked, and Tom nodded once again, his fingers freezing on the strings. He knew what was coming next. “They’re going to adopt me, Tomi. They want to be my new mommy and daddy.” Tom became completely still, his face turning more static then she’d seen it in a long while, she gulped back a little. “I know I promised I wasn’t ever going to leave Tom…” She said softly, “But Alice says I deserve a mommy and daddy who will love me. They’re going to come get me tomorrow.”

Alice had offered to tell Tom for her, in case Tom got angry and rough with her. But Alexia knew she should tell him, she knew she had to say good-bye the next day anyways. And she knew Tom would never, ever hurt her.

The next day, Alexia did say good-bye. “And I will come back, Tomi. I promise.” She had told him, Tom wasn’t even listening to her anymore. She gave him another hug, but he seemed like he didn’t even know she was there. Tears were sliding down her cheeks as she left. Until the day she died, she was going to regret never coming back to see Tom. Never writing or calling to find out how he was. She never came back to him- she broke her promise. She never knew how much Tom was going to hate her for it.

After Lexie had told her stories and memories of a little Tom, which was probably the cutest thing I had ever heard of in my life, everything made a little more sense to me. Tom’s hatred for Lexie was because she had hurt him, she had lied to him. His hatred for me was because of how much Lexie and I were alike. It made sense, but that didn’t make any of it fair.

It didn’t give him the right to hurt my cousin because she hurt him six years ago. I was angry with him; he was acting like such a baby. And I was not happy with him to say the very least. “TOM KAULITZ!” I yelled as I walked into our free period. I got both of the G’s attention on me, but not Tom’s. He just continued to pluck at the strings of that stupid guitar, some tune I hadn’t heard him play before. But not even that was making me any less angry with him. “What the fuck is your malfunction? And don’t even pretend you don’t hear me, because I know you do!” I was getting tired of his fucking silence all the time. I knew he could talk, he needed to stop being such a little monster!

That got his attention though; he stopped playing the guitar, one of his hands griping around the next of it as he shot me a glare that could melt steal. But not even that phased me right now, “It was six god damn years ago, Tom! Get over it! She only wanted to be nice to you now!” I screamed at him, the G’s looked from one another. My glare at Tom moved to them for a moment and they got the hint.

“Uhm… I have that thing… that thing I gotta do. Gustav, wanna help?” Georg asked him, and Gustav just nodded, setting down his drum sticks as Georg put down his bass and they both left the room faster then I had ever seen anyone walk.

“You had no right to hurt her, Tom.” I hissed, walking over to my angry dreadlocked roommate as he put down his Guitar, obviously planning on leaving the room as well. I wasn’t having any of that! “Her entire wrist is purple with your fucking handprint! No one is stupid, everyone knows you did it. You’re just lucky you’re not in lockdown for that shit because Alexia was nice and refuses to say you did it! Even though you were such a complete ASS to her!”

Tom growled at me a bit, low in his throat before shaking his head and pushing me out of his way to get towards the door. I snarled at him and grabbed the back of his shirt, curling my claw-like nails into the fabric so he couldn’t leave, “I don’t think so, Tom! You are not just walking away from me because you don’t want to hear this. But it’s true! Alexia didn’t do anything wrong! Nothing! So why did you have to be such an ass? TELL ME!”

He still said nothing, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. I knew he was a millisecond away from punching, but I didn’t care. I wanted answers. “You had a dream about her last night, Tom. I know you did. You said Alexia’s name in your sleep. You asked her not to go.” We both knew I was right, Tom spun around on his heal and I flinched, completely ready for his fist to hit the first part of me it could find.

But that never happened. Instead, I felt Tom’s fingers lace into my hair and he pulled on it hard, forcing my head back. It felt like he was going to rip my hair right from my head! “FUCKIGN HELL TOM, LET GO! YOU CAN’T JUST HURT ME BECAUSE I’M TELLING YOU SOMETHING THAT YOU DON’T WANT TO HEAR!” I didn’t mean to yell that as loud as I did, but it hurt like a bitch. I would much rather have preferred him punching me then to pulling my hair like this.

At my words, Tom’s hand only tightened and curled more into my hair, pulling on it harder and I felt my knees buckling some, “Oooow! Tom let go, that really hurts!” I whined, my nails clawing into his arm, wrist, and hand that was holding onto my hair. I knew I had cut him, and badly too- I could feel the blood from his arm coating my hands quickly. But it still didn’t make him let go. I didn’t even know if he felt the pain he should be feeling.

The harder he tugged, the more I felt like my hair was being ripped from my head. I scratched at his face, he had long three cuts from my nails running down his cheek, but he still didn’t let go. He didn’t even flinch. What kind of person could handle this and act like he wasn’t being hurt? I hit and punched and scratched at him, but he still wouldn’t let go. His grip was only pulling more and I felt tears starting to fall from my cheeks.

I realized almost too late that hurting Tom back wasn’t going to work, so I did the exact opposite of that. Both of my hands wrapped around the back of his neck and I pulled him to me instead, pressing my lips hard against Tom’s. It worked in a strange twisted sort of way. I first felt his hand loosen up on my hair and the pain of it being ripped out wasn’t there anymore and I was just left with a throbbing pain instead.

As soon as he let me go, I should have pulled away from his lips and run as fast as I could away from him before he really did kill me. But I couldn’t. I was kissing Tom now and I didn’t want to stop. I wrapped my hands around a few of his dreadlocks and pulled myself closer to him, kissing him harder then before. I expected him to push me away at least, but I was surprised once again.

Tom’s arms didn’t push me away this time, they wrapped around my middle and he pulled me even closer then before and from that point on- Tom was kissing me back. I knew there was no passion from either of us in this kiss. It was nothing but anger. Nothing but frustration. I tugged on his dreadlocks and forced my pierced tongue into his mouth, Tom didn’t object. He only sucked on my tongue, moving so he had me pressed up against one of the walls and kissed me even harder then before. He let my tongue from his mouth, sucking my lip between his teeth and biting down on it. I gasped out in pain and I felt him drawing blood. Though I wasn’t bleeding near as much as he was, I could feel his own blood on my face already from the deep cuts on his cheek.

I dragged my nails down his back, had he not been wearing two thick shirts, I know I would have cut him there as well. He pressed his tongue passed my lips and into my mouth, urging his body closer to mine until our hips were touching and a moan escaped my lips and into our kiss.

The pleasure filled sound coming from me must have woken him up from whatever trance he had been in. He pulled out of the kiss and was looking at me with wide eyes, hands on either side of my head now as his dark eyes bore into my honey coloured ones. He was breathing as heave as I was; even through the shirts I could see how fast his chest was rising and falling.

Tom looking at me like that scared me more then any look he had ever given me before. It held so many emotions in his eyes that I couldn’t even pin point one of them for sure. One of Tom’s hands moved off the wall and gripped my chin, making it impossible for me to look away from him. He pressed his lips hard against mine one more time, biting at my already cut lip one more time before pushing away from me and letting me go. Without another glance in my direction, Tom walked out of the music room and left me alone in there.

I was still breathing hard, one of my hands clutching at my chest over my rapidly beating heart. I couldn’t think straight, my mind was a blur and I my breathing didn’t want to go back to normal for some strange odd reason. What the fuck had just happened?!
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