A painter's game - Tom Kaulitz

Betrayal

My mind was spinning in and out from reality. It was hard to think about what was actually happening.

Her lips on mine while her hand on my waist.

I could feel my head spinning and I knew I was drunk.

I finally gave her a slight kiss back, I didn't know why I did it.

She pushed her body closer to mine. Slightly whispering my name.

I was now leaning against the wall. I didn't kiss her back.

I breathed heavily while looking around the room to think.

I didn't know what was going on either.

She started to kiss my neck with a smile.

Her hands were all over my body and kissed me wherever she wanted.

It all gave me reminders of the cold touch.

The touch of unfamiliar hands on my body.

To not be able to scream, like I was underwater.

Like I was unable to breathe.

I now snapped and pushed her off me.

She looked at me confused as I had pushed her.

"Cmon Eselin" she whispered.

I looked at her face confused on why she did that.

"Mary stop no you're drunk." I said while walking towards the sink.

She had left a lipstick mark on my lips.

She leaned against the door while I was trying to get myself together.

"Calm down, it was just a kiss" she laughed.

I leaned on the sink again, looking in the mirror.

"Can I ask you something?" She asked.

I looked at her, waiting for her to ask.

"Do you love him?" She asked.

I looked at her quiet. I didn't know what to say.

"Yes" I confessed.

"Does he love you back?" She continued.

".. sometimes." I replied now having my arms crossed.

"All I'm saying is, don't waste your time on him." She said while leaning against the red door.

I was now a bit annoyed.

"Mary what do you want from me? Didn't you say, you didn't believe in love?" I said.

"I don't, what's ur point?" She asked.

"My point is, don't kiss me." I replied.

She just looked at me.

"You do realise that he doesn't actually love you?" She smiled.

She was starting to piss me off.

Why was she telling me al of this?

"Mary I don't need your opinion right now." I replied frustrated.

"He's not worth it Es." She said.

"Don't call me Es." I now said staring right at her with fury in my eyes.

Es was the nickname that Tom used on me.

I pushed her on her shoulders away from the door.

Her body smashed the wall and I unlocked the red door.