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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 ||

Tom and I broke so many rules just laying in our own beds that we were both surely going to get sent to lockdown for it. The clocks bright red numbers showed that it was seven am, and we were supposed to go to breakfast- neither of us even bother moving from our beds. Breakfast was mandatory. All meals were mandatory. Eight o’clock came and passed and we skipped homework period as well, still just staring at each other as though we were watching the most interesting movie known to man. You’re not allowed to skip homework, ever. Nine-thirty and I was supposed to be in group, I still didn’t move from my bed. Tom didn’t either. I didn’t know how long we were going to just lay there watching each other blink and breath.

It was ten after ten when someone finally realized we were missing from daily activities; I remember seeing the clock change from the corner of my eyes when Lacy walked into our room. “Tom? Bill?” She asked, seeing that the both of us were still in bed. For the first time in hours, Tom and I looked away from each other and at our counselor at the door, “Is everything alright in here?” She asked, she looked worried. She was probably expecting a bloody (literally) mess when she walked in here, not the both of us just lying completely innocently in our own beds, curled under our covers.

“Everything’s fine,” I told her, the first words I had spoken since I had tried to touch Tom and he pulled away from me. She eyed me a little suspiciously and I looked at her confused. That is, until I realized what a mess I must have looked right now. My make-up was still smeared across my cheeks from my crying last night. “Neither of us felt well this morning, so we didn’t want to move.” It wasn’t a lie.

Watching Tom was indeed like watching a silent film. His face may have showed no emotion, but his eyes told a story about him. They glassed over some whenever he was loosing himself in thought. Then after he would blink three times exactly and his eyes would focus on me again. He had two dreadlocks that had minds of their own when they weren’t tied back, they would fall into his face and he used his middle three fingers to brush them back so they’d stop blocking his vision. Somehow, I felt like I knew what Tom was thinking. So what I told Lacy wasn’t a lie. Tom was so confused it was making him sick.

“I will get you both excused from the rest of your days, but next time you guys aren’t feeling well, go to the nurse so no one has to be looking for you and you don’t get in trouble.” Tom was looking at me again, ignoring Lacy like he was so good at doing. “Now normally, Bill, I’d let you stay in bed the rest of the day, but you’re needed. You’re mother is here to see you as well,” she told me and I frowned, I didn’t want to get up, “So get cleaned up and change. I’ll be back in twenty minutes to come get you.” I sighed a nodded. I guess I couldn’t get out of everything.

Once Lacy came back to get me, I was ready- hair and make up and all. “Tom, get some rest. You do have to go back to everything tomorrow.” Lacy told him before we left, it made me wanna laugh. Everything for Tom meant group, homework, and whatever the hell he wanted. But I’m sure Lacy just didn’t want him missing his session with her again. When our door was closed, I looked over at Lacy as we walked, “Why is my mom here today?” I asked her, fixing my shirt some so it hugged my stomach just right, “She normally doesn’t come until Fridays, it’s only Tuesday, isn’t it?”

“I’m afraid I’m not allowed to tell you, Bill. You’re mother just asked for us to bring you to her and not tell you anything else.” Lacy said and I frowned, what could have happened to make her come here so early?

Lacy pushed open the door I was so used to coming into on Fridays, and I nearly squealed. Not just one, but two red heads were sitting at the table in there waiting for me. My mom, and my favourite cousin. “Lexie!” I did squeal her name, her head shot up and she squealed as well, jumping up from her seat and running at me. Her arms locked around my shoulders and mine around her waist as he gripped onto each other in a deathly tight hug.

When you looked at the two of us, you’d never think we weren’t blood related. Lexie looked a lot like our family, especially my mom. It was probably the red hair that did it. But Lexie wasn’t really related to me, she was adopted when she was eight and I was nine by my Aunt Helen and Uncle Gordon. Gordon was my mom’s brother. We liked each other the instant we met.

“Do they treat you absolutely horrible here, Billie?” She asked me, her voice over dramatic in her ‘acting’ way as her hands cupped my cheeks.

I giggled and nodded, putting on my own play-acting voice we used whenever we turned something that should be serious into a joke, “Oh Lexie, it’s incredibly horrendous! They make me go to class every single day, even on the weekends. I don’t know how much more I can take!” I said to her, letting out a fake sob and let my head fall to her shoulder.

Lexie laughed and just hugged my again, pulling me to sit next to her at the table. “Are you serious about the class thing?” She asked, her voice back to normal as she crossed one of her legs over the other, “Because really, that sucks ass.”

I shrugged my shoulder a little and gave her a smile, “Yeah, I’m serious. It’s not so bad, though. You only really have about one or two classes a day. Just, different ones every day or so. Some kids don’t have to go to them, as long as they do all their homework, they’re good.” Really, the only kid that I knew that didn’t have to go to any classes at all was Tom, but he’d been here for five years and they knew he’d do his work without a fuss. “Next week, I’m going to be free of every Thursday from class. It’s English, and they said I was doing so well in it that as long as I do my work, I won’t have to go anymore.”

“Bill, Alexia,” My mom said getting our attention off one another and back onto her. We sighed and looked over, my mom smiled at the two of us. “I need to go talk to your counselor to make sure everything’s set up right and ready, you two play nice for a little bit, okay?” We both nodded, though I was confused. What needed to be ready? I’d been here for two months now, what wouldn’t be ready for me?

“Lexie… what was my mom talking about?” I asked her, frowning and looking over at my cousin. She knew something I didn’t, and I didn’t like that fact.

“Auntie Simone just has to make sure it’s all set up for me being here. Mom couldn’t bring me because she’s home taking care of Gordon. She has to get all the information and whatnot to give to my mom when she gets back over there.” That didn’t help at all.

It only confused me even more and I frowned deeply at Lexie, “What are you talking about? Being here, as in… like… being forced to stay here like me?” I asked her and she nodded, shrugging one of her shoulders. My eyes grew wide and I hit her in the arm, “Alexia Marie Trumper! What on god’s green earth did you do?!” I snapped at her and Lexie just shrugged her shoulder again.

“Nothing terribly bad. I wasn’t sleeping with half the town and then some,” She said and I winced. “All I did, was try to kill Gordon and the psychiatrist said that I have… god what was it? Oh, deeply rooted anger issues towards my birth mother for giving me up when I was little and I was now taking it out on my parents. That it wasn’t going to get any better without some professional help.” Alexia said and laughed, “God, they’re idiots! I really give two shits about my birth mother, she was a druggie and I was happy to get away from her. Gordon just deserved it.”

“Oh did he?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest and glaring slightly at my cousins, “Tell me, Lexie. What exactly did Gordon do so bad that meant you had to kill him to make it all better? Huh? And then get your ass sent here?!”

Lexie’s eyes were dark as she looked at me, the blue that was usually so bright was almost black, and it almost scared me. “You should know, Bill.” She said, crossing her arms over her chest, “Since it’s what he did to you that makes him deserve to die.”

My face paled and I gapped at her, no one knew about that. I hadn’t ever told anyone! How did Lexie find out?

He was only twelve years old, hair died black and spiked up in the back. He had good life, pretty much a perfect life. He was rich, had the best of everything, had the most amazing family that adored him as much he as adored them. In the preteens mind, nothing could ever go wrong.

His mom was gone for the weekend though, on a business trip that was surely to get her the promotion she had been waiting for the last year, so the dark haired boy agreed that he’d stay with her sisters’ family for the weekend without a fuss. He liked it over there though, he loved to hang out with Alexia. She was his exact double- in girl form at least. He didn’t like to remember a time before his aunt and uncle adopted the red headed eight year old, before her- life was pretty boring. Even if he did have absolutely anything he wanted.

“Bill! Get down here, it’s after midnight, you and Alexia are not staying up all night!” Both of the preteens giggled behind their hands when they heard Gordon yelling for Bill to get downstairs. Ever since he was ten, he and Alexia weren’t allowed to share a room at night. It wasn’t because they were boy and girl- it was because they wouldn’t sleep and would end up passing our near noon the next day and sleep the rest of the next day.

“Ten more minutes, Uncle Gordon? Pleeease?” Bill called from Alexia’s open door. He knew he wouldn’t get his way, but it was worth a shot.

“Bill Trumper, now! You and Alexia will have plenty of time to play in the morning!” He called again and Bill sighed. He had been fighting a loosing battle from the start though. Whenever Uncle Gordon said you had to do something, you had to do it. But there wasn’t a day that went by after that that Bill hadn’t wished to god he had disobeyed his uncle and locked himself in Alexia’s room with her.

Gordon was angry when Bill got down there, Gordon was drunk when he got down there too. He didn’t get drunk often, its was extremely rare, just when he had a really bad day at work and him a few of the guys would go out and have drinks afterwards. In Bill’s whole life, he had only ever seen his uncle drunk once before now, and that was when he was seven.

Bill yelped when his uncle grabbed his arm and dragged him to the game room, started crying when his pants were pulled down with his boxers and he was spanked for disobeying him, and was broken that night when his drunken uncle forced him on the bed and raped the screaming and crying Bill.

Alexia had found out by finding my old journal from when I was twelve. It was hidden in a box in the back of my walk in closet with about a hundred other notebooks and old journals I kept in there. I’d kept one from when I was seven until I started sleeping around when I was thirteen. So she tried killing my uncle because of what he did to me.

It was sweet… in a really weird and creepy kind of way. It was a little after noon before I was allowed to go back to my room, and by that time, I really was starting to feel sick. As sick as I did the night it happened. It was never talked about between Uncle Gordon and I. I never told on him, he was drunk, he didn’t know what he was doing. That’s what had been telling myself for the last three years. When I had woken up the next morning, sore and bruised, Uncle Gordon just acted like nothing had happened. He made waffles for Alexia and I and took us to the movies like he had promised the day before. Part of me wonders if he even remembered doing it.

I was never the same around him again, though. I was always a bit quieter, a little less animated and never ever did something against what he said. If he said jump, I would ask how high.

Tom was sleeping when I came back into the room, and I couldn’t help but let a smile cross over my lips when I saw him there. He looked peaceful, relaxed. I loved seeing Tom like that. He face wasn’t as relaxed as it was most nights, meaning he was dreaming about something. I could always tell the difference. The longer I stood with my back against the door and watched him though, the more discontented his face was looking. He looked… upset. Really upset about something.

Tom rolled over in his bed, curling to himself as his eyes fluttered a bit but rested back against his cheeks. “Alexia… don’t go…” My jaw dropped as I heard the words fall from Tom’s sleeping lips. I nearly fell over, and probably would have had I not been leaning against the wall.

Whenever I thought about Tom talking, I always imagined his voice being a little hoarse, rougher and a lot deeper then that. But it wasn’t. It was extremely soft, extremely sweet. It was almost like mix of my voice and Georg’s. Not as light as mine, but not as deep as Georg’s. It was perfect for him, in ever way. And I couldn’t believe I heard it. No one would ever believe me.

It took me another twenty minutes of just getting my head around the fact that I had heard his voice before another thought pressed into my mind. I might have never thought about it if my own cousin hadn’t come here today. Who was his Alexia?
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