relying on love -Tom Kaulitz

look out.

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She still wasn't awake. I couldn't help but panic as I sat on my sofa, zoning out as I stared across the room in a frustrated mess as my brother bill walks over and places his hand on my shoulder

"how you holding up.?" he asked softly, he manged his anger a lot better than I did. Honestly I was jealous of him, he was much more popular than me. More in the way of everyone is scared of me and assumed going to shoot them if they look me in the eyes for too long. I looked up to him with the same cold look, unable to stop over thinking.

"there's a lot to deal with bill. Just leave me to sort it out." I moved his hand off and stood up swiftly

"he's downstairs. He's awake, but blindfolded. Don't do too much damage" bill told me with a warning tone. I knew who he was talking about, the fucker that hurt Jen. I couldn't help but feel emence guilt. He had kidnapped her for me, I forced him to.. I didn't know he was a crazy bitch. I looked to bill slowly and gave him a nod as I walked away, down stairs. To confront kitzler

I stood before him, as I moved the blind fold away, he was frozen with fear, as much as my power over people was a curce, in these situations I couldn't care less. I was glad they were scared. They hated me, or loved me. If they hurt Jen they're done for. He knew this but disobeyed me.

"kitzler.. You've disappointed me. You've made me sick." he was shivering. He had been down here for at least a day with no food or water. I wanted him to suffer. To feel every second of pain Jen did but worse. Much worse. I blinked him a slight smile

"a tourturor that's scared of some pain.. That ironic." my face went cold again as I remembered last night, my blood started boiling again. "I can't kill you yet.. I have things I can use you for. But you won't be fitting it at home here. Know that." He had a mouth cloth on. So I didn't have to hear his irritating groans and begs, but I wanted to hear what he had to say anyway, so I moved it

"you should've let me kill her. She would've preferred to be dead." he panted as he spoke his words affecting me more than I would have hoped "you're just going to hurt her like every other useless brat you abuse. End up getting yourself killed for shit all." I smacked him hard and put the cover back over his mouth. I walked over to the door and before I left, leaving him back in solitary

"you're going to be fun to kill." I said with a wide smile, closing the door behind me and walking back up stairs not bothering to get him any food. He didn't disserve any. I walked into my room, one of the benifits of being so popular, feared or not is the money.

My room was farley as was my house, that I shared with the boys it was safer if we stuck together. I preferred it with a dimmed light because my eyes were quite sensitive, the walls were full of art work from other artists or musicians, most signed or rare. Most everything in my room was a Gray or blue type colour scheme. I wasn't huge on organisation but I liked things tidy, I walked over to my wardrobe, which might as well have been a walk in one if I didn't have so many cloths. I decided to get changed into something to go visit Jen. See how she was holding up, seeming she got me into all this shit least she could do is wake the fuck up.

I got dressed in a soft white shirt with some dim Gray baggy jeans, a bright red jumper with a black design and a matching bandana, not much but enough to look nice. I didn't really give a fuck about my looks, I knew there would always be girl's drooling to get in a line for me so I'd be fine no matter my style. Bill on the other hand gave style a lot of detail and would often get annoyed when I didn't out much effort into it.

I grabbed my keys and walked out of my room, and into the kitchen, where most of the boys spent a lot of there time to tell them how I was going to visit Jen, Georg got up "I'll go with" I nodded, better if two of us went anyway. Just in case. Jen was in a secret hospital not many people used but had highly skilled doctors and nurses perfect for my situation. I go there a lot. They know me well.. Sometimes I think I trust them too much but bill gets worried if I avoid the hospital.