Stockholm Syndrome (Tokio Hotel/Bill Kaulitz Fanfiction)

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Alright, so this is Chapter 19 and there will be another two updates tonight (this one is to make up for last night's lack of upload, my test was very hard and I can only hope I do well...) but yes, I will be away for my brother's wedding this weekend and so it is most likely that I won't upload until Sunday night or maybe Monday...

Anyway, enjoy!

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Bill was angry, he didn't know exactly with whom but he knew he was angry. Emma had called only to let him and his brother know that she was dropping the charges on her brother, she had had enough and Bill couldn't stand it.

He had slept as much as he could and worked as best as he knew how to do it, but the blonde had a weird feeling in his chest when left the office to have a drag outside. His brother followed but only to quietly smoke with him.

"You're a fucking mess. What is it?" Tom asked as he took a glance at the burning cigarette between his fingers.

"Nothing." Bill replied.

"Alright, if you say so..." Tom dropped the cigarette and stepped on it, he turned around and Bill cleared his throat before taking another drag.

"I don't buy that shit. She told you about it for a reason."

"Who are we talking about?" Tom's brows furrowed.

"Izzy." Bill said, the word sounding weird to him, he had thought her name was Ashley for so long...

"Oh." Tom shrugged and buried his hands on his pockets. "Maybe you should see her."

Bill nodded and thought about it for a second. He dropped the cigarette and stepped on it as he reached into his jeans pockets looking for his car keys.

"I'll see you later."

Bill drove to the Collins house and was received by a worried housekeeper; she walked him up to the girl's room. He couldn't understand how awful it could have been for her living on the small apartment next to him after a life of the luxurious furniture and decorations of her own little hall. He didn't have to knock on the bedroom door but the lady who received him let him walk in.

On the bed, a woman with light reddish blonde hair was sitting next to the young girl, he almost couldn't believe how well her face looked after what had happened; he didn't think she'd be looking like that in a while. But he also couldn't ignore that now, the woman that had been introduced to him in the hospital as the nanny was softly rubbing circles in the girl's back as she tried hard not to puke.

"Is this a bad time?" Bill asked clueless. Her blue eyes turned to him but she was still holding on to a pillow with both arms.

"She's just a little..." The nanny gave him a soft smile. "Sick. We're waiting for the doctor."

"I could come back some other time..." The nanny was about to thank him and let him go but Izzy was not so eager of letting him go too fast.

"No, please don't," She looked up at Paula. "Could you bring me more tea, please?" Her tired eyes made the woman nod, she felt bad to see that Izzy wasn't so well after all, she had been feeling sick all morning, throwing up and having stomach aches, everyone was especially worried about her now because of the stitches that were still on her belly.

"Of course, love. I'll be right back." She got up. "Could I get you anything?" She said to the detective.

"No, thanks." Bill saw a chair next to her bed in the corner and sat down in it pulling it closer to the girl's bed. "How are you?"

"I'm good. At least I was last night...I've the worst of luck ever, I swear! Only I can get sick while recovering from surgery..." She smiled but the pain was obvious in her features. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes. "God, the bucket! Give me the bucket!" Bill quickly looked next to him and found the bucket, he passed it to her and she puked as he clumsily pulled her hair back and away from her face. She cleaned her face with a handkerchief and Bill noticed how her lips had reddened.

"You shouldn't be spitting blood." He pointed out. Izzy nodded and pushed herself back on the pillow as Bill let her hair fall down on her shoulders.

"Why are you here, Detective?"

"I am just...trying to figure you out." He said. "Why are you quitting on your brother's deal?" He asked her.

"...I can't have my dad blaming me for it. And he would. But I already lost my mum, I can't lose dad too."

"How could he blame you, you were 9 when it started!" Bill wanted to convince her to go on with it and get Joseph to pay for what he had done. The girl with worn out appearance didn't move. "You were nothing but a little girl!"

"He's already hurt me, I won't hurt dad." She said; Bill hadn't expected that answer. "Why are you really here?"

"Because I am." Bill didn't know how to reply to that, but he still answered.

"Detective, I..." She was cut off by the man's voice.

"Bill. Call me Bill."

"Bill, I-I remember being hit, being kicked, I remember everything but I can't put a name on that one man's face; I feel like it's someone I know, but I can't remember..."

"Don't worry about it." Bill put his hand over her left hand still bandaged. "It will come back to you."

"Here's your tea, Elly, now we should let the detective go, are you on a schedule?"

Bill smiled down at Izzy feeling something strange in his chest as her blue eyes showed disappointment.

"I'm not but I should get back to work." He said. "It was nice to see you, get better soon."

"I will; we're blaming it on the cupcakes. Poh, give him some cupcakes, they shouldn't make him sick."

"Of course..." She waited for the detective to get up and leave but he did so slowly, taking his time to let go of her fragile hand, which he didn't want to let go of but he didn't want to hold anymore either, a series of confusing thoughts ran through his head.

Bill walked away from the girl and followed the nanny into the hall, his hand hadn't entirely let go of hers at once, it just slid away from his grasp, she hadn't pulled her hand away either; both of them felt equally confused.

"Bill?" She asked before the door closed behind him, he turned around. "Have you solved the equation?" The blonde's brows furrowed only for a second as he thought of what she had said, he then remembered telling her he could read her but as an equation he couldn't completely understand her.

"Not really." He smiled, "why? Do you have any advice?"

"Perhaps...it could be a system; you should try row reduction to get the right side. Then you'll have the values for your Xs." She said, remembering the little text she had read the previous day on her advanced algebra book.

"Sounds like I need to go back to school." Bill let out and Izzy chuckled. "I'll give that a go."

After he left, Izzy had to wait for the doctor to medicate her, the next couple of days went on incredibly fast, she barely saw her brother or her father home and when she wanted to think of the blonde or wonder about anything she had to focus back on the books she had been buried under with the enormous amounts of homework she had.

"Stop thinking about that Bill guy, what's the correct answer?" Paula asked her one day as she read the sheet with the history questions in her hands; Izzy was distracted looking out the window. "Elizabeth!"

"What? 20." She replied instantly.

"We're doing history." She put the sheet down. "What is it with you this morning?" She asked her.

"I don't know...it's almost a week." She said in a quiet voice.

"Listen, he's busy with work and he's not your friend. Elly, he was just nice enough to come by and see how you were doing..."

"He let me sleep on his couch once." Izzy admitted. "I didn't trust him at first but he gave me blankets and even helped me when I had a bad dream. He is not a stranger to me and I'm not a friend to him, but we are somewhere in between."

Paula didn't say anything else and went back to reading the questions for her to answer.

As usual now, in the afternoon Paula and Izzy went out to take the dog on a little walk, on their way there they saw the pair of Detectives asking questions around to the neighbours.

"Elizabeth, don't think about it. He's doing his job." Paula tried to remind her, but Izzy was too tired of the same old thing in the house, she was bored and talking to the blonde always put her on a good mood.

"But he's right there!"

Paula gave her a warning look and they kept walking, waving at the neighbours and the detectives as they walked by the house at the end of the block.

Georg and Bill had gone on to ask the neighbours about anything strange they could have noticed about the big house behind the high gates that was the Collins residence.

"They have a party every year, Graham invites everyone and the kids stay outside. I don't think I've ever heard anything from that house outside of that party; it's like their own private bunker.

Georg and Bill nodded and thanked the man before walking away. Georg stared at his partner in amusement as he noticed how he kept his eyes on his feet and his head bowed down.

"It's not a crime to like a girl, you know?" Georg said. "I mean, I've liked my fair share of them...and boys..."

"I don't like her." Bill replied sharply. "I'm thinking maybe we should take her back to the house...where they took her and see if there she remembers anything."

"Why would that help her at all?" Georg thought if anything, she'd have a nervous breakdown if they tried to put her on a car and drive her to the Young home where she had been taken to for a beat up party organized - they believed - by Kevin Young.

"Because she has to remember. She just has to." Bill started walking in the direction where the nanny and the girl were going and Georg followed with little interest.

They approached the two women and the first to stop was the ridiculously small dog, who decided to smell Georg's shoe.

"Benji?" Izzy turned to look behind her as the dog stopped walking. "Detectives, what can we do for you? Again..."

"We would like to talk, that's it." Bill said keeping his cool as Georg stared with narrowed eyes and nodded slowly as the two females in front of them put their glances on him.

"Paula, right?" Georg pointed at the nanny. "I do have some questions for you, would you mind?" Bill turned to his partner as the woman nodded and they started to walk back to the house.

"Don't leave her alone." She instructed the Detective before leaving. Bill would have never thought Georg was going to be such a smart sort of...wingman.

Izzy looked down at the puppy as it sat in front of Bill's black boots.

"That one's Benji." She said. Bill took a look at the dog in which her eyes fixed upon. "He's a consolation award."

"Is your consolation award going to walk?" He asked her with a raised brow, he wasn't impressed by the size of the dog, but at the white fur it had.

"Yeah, of course!" She pulled a little on the leash and called out for the puppy to walk. "Come on, Benji! Benji, jiji!" The dog followed the sound of her voice looking up at her and they started walking slowly.

"What did you lose?" Bill asked; Izzy gave him a confused look. "You said it was a consolation award; so, what did you lose?" Bill had hidden his hands on his pockets to avoid the awkward brush of his hand against hers.

"Nothing, it's just a way of calling it. When your parents have a business like my dad, you get everything from them...but time." She explained. "Did you ever have a pet?"

"Hmm...I think I did...I can't remember, I'm not too fond of them." He kept his eyes on the street as they walked and she admired his face every now and again. "Listen, we need to find that man."

"I know he has dark hair and I know what his voice sounds like..." She told him. "But I still can't remember where I know him from."

"Maybe school?" Bill tried. She shook her head and then stopped for a moment, but she shook it again. "One of Mark's friends?"

"Speaking of...do you think I could visit him sometime?" Bill turned to her immediately and asked her incredulously to repeat what she had just said.

"Are you mad?"

"No, but he needs someone who understands him, and I do." Bill turned away and tried to breathe in and breathe out to not freak out in front of the girl. "You know the whole story, don't you?"

"I know enough." Bill ran a hand through his hair, it was messy that morning and lacking of gel.

"Do you know I ran away with him?" She asked as they stopped in the next corner. After turning there, they would have a few meters to go through and then they'd be at the gates of her house again. Bill nodded.

"But he tied you up and he got your father to pay for you to be alive."

"He did tie me up." She frowned. "But after the first couple of hours I heard him crying too. I was scared, I thought I had messed up very badly, but then we talked and he told me what it was all about. He didn't leave me tied up for very long after that; he gave me food, he got me clothes, he helped me get into that school... I don't think he really wanted to hurt me, he was just as scared as I was and he didn't know how to cope with it either."

"Izzy, he kidnapped you. You never ran away with him, he would have taken you away at the very first chance he had, you never had a choice there." Bill tried to explain, turning to look at her, standing in front of her. "He is not your friend, he never was."

"No, he wasn't my friend but-"

"But what?" Bill interrupted her with bad temper.

"But I felt bad for him." She replied in a quiet voice. Bill couldn't believe it, had she just said that?

"Bad for him?" Bill laughed bitterly. "Man...have they fucked you up..." he murmured. "Well then, I feel bad for you."

"For me?" Her eyes opened wide when she turned to look at him.

"Yes. He used you, Izzy. He sold you to the man that hurt you; do you have any idea of how much danger you were in?" Bill felt completely angry.

"I was out for a few days...but it wasn't Mark's fault, he did what he felt he had to." She defended him. Bill put his hands on her shoulders.

"You were in a comma for almost a week. You didn't breathe on your own for six days. You will always have those belt scars on your body. He might have thought he had no choice, but that doesn't make it right." Bill said.

"Ho-how do you know about th-the belt...?" She stuttered. Bill breathed in.

"There were pictures in your file." He said. "You have to learn who to give your hand to; we're not all the same." Bill held her stare as she thought about what he had said. She was embarrassed about him knowing of the marks in her legs and back.

"What makes you so different to him then?" She managed to say.

Bill's answer appeared in his mind, honest and quick, but definitely impossible to be pronounced.

Because I care. But instead he fought back the thought and buried it under some others he pronounced.

"I was taught better." He said. There was silence for a few minutes.

"Were you taught to stay for tea?" She asked.


"Would you let us take you to the house?" Her eyes fell away from his as she kept quiet.

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