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I'll save you from yourself	By : PunkyEmoFreak Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Tokio Hotel Views: 2243 -:- 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 ||

I know why I’m here, the concept isn’t hard for me to grasp. I’m addicted to sex, end of story. I didn’t think of it as an addiction at first, I just had a very hungry appetite for sex, why I don’t know really, but I do. It wasn’t until I was locked in my house for a week did I realize that not only did I enjoy having all the sex I did, I couldn’t go two days without it without feeling like I was going completely insane.

The only reason that I was caught is because the principle found out I had seduced three of my teachers, it’s not like they did anything wrong. They just couldn’t keep their hands off of me once I showed them what I had underneath my tight clothes. And it was only three of them! Seriously, you’d think they’d get over it instead of firing my teachers, actually- I think they’re all in jail right now. Statutory rape my mom had told me, no matter how much I told them that it wasn’t their fault. They didn’t rape me, I wanted it. I always wanted it. I had looked it up when I got home that night, the words are burned in my head.

The phrase statutory rape is a term used in some legal jurisdictions to describe consensual sexual relations that take place when an individual (regardless of gender) has sexual relations with an individual not old enough to legally consent to the behavior.

There would be a hell of a lot more people in jail then, I’m only fifteen… I’m not legal to consent to sex with anyone. I’ve been fucking around fort he last two years. Oops. I didn’t care though, even after my teachers were taken away. I still wanted the sex, still needed it. It wasn’t until a week or so after the school shit blew up was I caught doing shit again. Mom had someone following me when I went out, because apparently I’m not trustworthy or some shit like that. The guy came back with… alarming news for my mom.

In the five days he had been following me, there were eight guys. Eight? Yeah, that was right. Two of them had double teamed me, I had loved it. All eight of them fell under the category of ‘Statutory Rape’. Mom asked me who they were, I wouldn’t tell her. She wasn’t putting them in jail like she did my teachers; then again, I couldn’t remember who they were. They were all nameless men to me with big dicks and nice faces.

Mom asked me why I did it, I told her I liked the sex and the money wasn’t bad either. How else did she think I afforded my clothes and make-up? I had to go to court for what they called ‘Prostitution.’ I was not a prostitute. Prostitutes were whores and had diseases, I may be a whore, but I’m clean. But they said I needed help, and they sent me here.

My roommate wasn’t in the room when they showed me to it, they told me I’d see him later. They also told me not to get on his bad side, because that was not where someone wanted to be. Why were they putting me in a room with a psycho? After I met him though, I realized why.

There weren’t any free rooms, and you can’t just take some kid out of their room here and stick them in another, they had tried it before and it always ended up in suicide attempts. My group was apparently crazy; I shouldn’t be in a mental home. I’m not crazy.

When I saw him, I was glad they put me in his room. He was sexy, terribly so. His eyes were dark as chocolate and the dreadlocks hidden under that cap were too. I could imagine while I was sitting in that group room him pounding into me while I pulled on those dreadlocks. I wanted him, he was my mission. I thought it would be easy to crack him; I could have him bedding me by tonight. After all, we were in the same room.

Turns out my plan didn’t go so well at all. I had given him the most seductive look I could manage while we were in group, he only walked out. I didn’t think it was allowed, but I then heard the boy next to him complain that it wasn’t fair Tom could just leave because it was his birthday and he couldn’t wait until his. He shut up after Lacy threatened him with a warning.

I found him at dinner after that; there were no
other chairs at the table he was sitting at with the complaining boy from group, so I couldn’t sit with him. But the brunette had gotten up from his seat and I took my chance and sat next to the dreadlocked teen. He never even looked at me! But thanks to Andreas, I knew why. His name was Tom, and he didn’t look or talk to anyone. He was the craziest in here, he said. Andreas told me anything I asked about the other teen; Andreas fucked me in the bathroom before bed as well. He was easy, way too easy.

But this Tom… he didn’t look crazy, he looked sexy and a little out there with his eyes never focusing on a single thing for very long. He looked delicious, and I wanted him. After the complete silent treatment when he got into our room last night, I understood why Tom was my only option for a roommate. I was here to stop having sex, and it was kinda hard to have sex with someone who won’t even look at you. They counted on Tom’s anti-social nature and anger problems to keep me from fucking him. It was working so far, but I’m going to have him. I know it.

“Good morning, Tom.” I said as he sat up in his bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He was really cute this morning, he looked so groggy and tired; I put luck on my side. For about half a minute. He didn’t look surprised when he heard my voice, but his eyes did glance over at me and I could see the annoyance in them.

There was complete silence in the little room as he kicked his covers off and pulled off the hat and sweatband and tossed them to the mess of covers on his bed. His long dreadlocks fanned over his shoulders for a moment as he tugged off the over-sized t-shirt he was wearing and went to the dresser for a new one. I couldn’t stop staring. Tom not only had a face, he had a body to go with it. God, it was terribly sexy and it made me want him all the more.

I saw the way his fists clenched around side of the dresser when he pulled open a drawer only to find my shirts in it. He didn’t look happy. “They told me I could move you’re things to the bottom two drawers and put mine in the top,” I told him. Me talking only seemed to anger him more. He slammed the drawer shut with such a force that the entire dresser rattled in protest. After finding one of his shirts and a change of pants and boxers, he kicked the bottom drawer shut. “Don’t be mad, Tomi. That’s how it is with a roommate. You got to share things,” Tom flashed me a glare, I don’t know why.

All I do know is that he scared the living hell out of me when he grabbed the side of the dresser and pulled it until it crashed onto the ground with a loud and angry clatter. Okay, I see what Andreas was talking about. Tom was a little scary. He was out of the room before I could say two more words to him. Maybe that was for the best, I don’t know if me being in his room was such a good idea.

I was glad I had already changed my clothes and got ready for the day before he had woken up, because I wouldn’t be strong enough to move that dresser and get my things from it. I’d have to tell someone that it fell and they had to go pick it up. After a quick look in the small dirty mirror in our room, I left it as well. It was breakfast time anyways, and all meals were mandatory.

“So how was your first night in hell, Bill?” Andreas asked me when I walked into group class that day. I knew he had been looking for me; I was trying to ignore him. I never like facing people after I fuck them.

But I flashed him my smile anyways and I saw the way he melted back in his seat some. I knew he wasn’t talking about being in the home precisely; he was talking about sharing a room with Tom. “Oh it was alright. He didn’t take any notice to me, like you said he wouldn’t.” I didn’t mention the fact that he got mad at me though.

I took my seat next to Lacy and got ready to join in on ‘Group Talk’, that is, until Tom walked in the room with the brunette boy at his side twenty minutes late and my eyes couldn’t break from him. “Tom, Georg why are you both late?” Lacy asked with her eyes narrowing at the two boys. She didn’t like disruptions in her group.

Tom didn’t even look at her before he took his seat and crossed his arms over his chest. I saw something around his hand, what had happened? Thankfully, Georg answered. “Awe, Lacy, come on. We’ve never been late before; don’t get all prissy about it.” She narrowed her eyes more; giving him the same look she did yesterday with threatening to give him a warning. “Okay, okay! Sheesh!” Georg said, holding his hands up, “Tom was just trying to take his anger out on something other then a pale face with make-up and tight clothes like you tell him too,” I knew he was talking about me, “Unfortunately it was a wall and he broke three of his knuckles. I had to drag him to the nurse.” Lacy nodded.

Tom seemed so calm; he didn’t even look like he had been in any pain. I knew that if I broke three of my knuckles I’d be screaming bloody murder and still crying! Lacy seemed appeased with Gerog’s answer once she too noticed the white bandage around Tom’s hand. “Tom, sweetheart. When I said take your anger out someplace else, I didn’t mean by hitting anything at all. Draw! Write! Make music! Talk to someone. There are so many things you can do without hurting yourself or others.” I read the rules, hurting yourself or anyone else got you in instant lockdown. So shouldn’t Tom be there now?

Then again, from the stories they were telling about him, his punching a wall and breaking a few knuckles was better them him punching a kid and breaking another nose. Andreas said Tom had broken his before and he had once beaten up a kid so bad that they had to send the kid to a new home altogether because he was so scared of Tom. Tom didn’t say anything to her though; he just continued to look across the room with a blank stare. I noticed something else in that stare though, it was the same annoyance I felt when he looked at me earlier. I’ve come to the conclusion that Tom does not like me.

“Hi!” I said in my most chipper voice when I sat down at the dinner table with Georg and Tom. There was an extra chair there today so I took my chance and sat there. I had noticed people coming and just taking the chairs away from the table, it explains why there was none yesterday. “This seat wasn’t taken, was it?”

I felt the eyes of one very pissed off and one very surprised boys on me and I just smiled at them. “No,” The brunette named Georg said, I finally remembered his name. “Why are you sitting here though? No one ever does.”

“Well, you guys were all alone,” I explained to him, smiling the smile that normally won me over with anyone. I could see Georg loosening up his hard stature, but Tom still looked stiff and pissed off. “And since Tom doesn’t talk or pay attention and you get no response from him at all, I figured you might like someone to talk too.” I had already decided that the best to get closer to Tom was to get closer to Georg first.

“Well, you were wrong.” Georg said to me as he shoved a bite of the mac and cheese we were having for dinner in his mouth. “Tom is great company and a good talker,” I had to hold myself back from laughing. “So really, we don’t need you t come sit with us because you feel bad or something. If I want to sit with someone else, then I would. But I’m fine sitting with Tom.” I’ve deduced that he knew Tom more better then people who have worked with him since he got here, from what Andreas told me, was at least five or so years when Georg has only been here a year. “Understood?”

“Yeah, I understand,” I told him, flashing him my smile again and I saw him loosening up once again, but Tom only got even more stiff then before. “I really do want to sit here though. I mean, Tom’s my roommate, and you seem really nice. I’d like to get to know both of you.” I said in hopes that me being nice would help Tom open up to me more like I could tell Georg was.

“Me, I don’t see a problem with that.” Georg seemed nice, he probably talked to other people as well anyways. “But you’re not going to be able to get to know Tom, he doesn’t like you.” Georg said simply, shoving more food into his mouth while Tom just moved his around his plate.

“How do you know that?” I asked, frowning a little.

“He told me.” Georg responded.

My frown turned to confusion, “Tom doesn’t talk, how can he tell you that?”

Georg just smirked a little, “He doesn’t have to talk. I know what every look means and every gesture means.” He looked over at his friend a laughed a little, the way Tom was doing something made him laugh, “Like right now, I bet anything he’s trying to think of different ways he can kill you without getting caught.” I couldn’t help but let out a frightened yelp, especially when Tom looked up at Georg and the corner of his lip turned up the slightest of bit to tell him he was right.

“You’re not seriously thinking of what the best way to kill me is, are you Tom?” Tom was as silent as ever, his back towards me like it had been the night before. The fact that Georg was right scared the hell out of me, he probably could do it! And I couldn’t ask for a room change because my roommate wants to kill me because I had no proof of that. Tom hadn’t said anything to me and he had yet to even try to hit me.

“Tom, what did I do for you to hate me so bad?” I asked him, though I have come to terms with the fact that he’s not going to respond to me in any way. But he could still listen, “It’s not my fault they put me in this room,” Not entirely my fault at least. I didn’t ask to be put in a room with someone who could break his hand and not make a sound!

“I’ll move my stuff out of the top drawers and give them to you if you’d like…” he didn’t even budge. Was he even breathing? “Tom, I just don’t want you to hate me. I don’t know what I did to you, but it must be bad…” I frowned a little and crawl under my covers, “Really bad if you honestly want me gone.” I said before I sighed and turned off the light. I was a little scared to go to sleep, but I don’t think Tom’s moving anytime soon, so it must be safe. “Well, good night, Tom.”
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