The One Who Controls | Tom Kaulitz

Blood

All eyes on the four black cars pulling into the street. The giant crowd started cheering and applauding. These guys have some serious credit around here. It looked like an abandoned warehouse, with a big lot. Tom parked and opened the door for me. Gotta love a murderous gentleman. He had me cling onto his arm as he mingled with the crowd, bragging about his car and racing. This is the first Ive heard about all this racing stuff but it makes sense with the cars.

"Come on brother, time to race!" Bill exclaims to Tom while hopping into his car with Taylor.

"Careful brother, you sound like you think you can beat me." Tom replies snarky. He smirks at me and leads to the car once again.

"Can't I just watch?" I say rolling my eyes.

"I love it when your feisty babe." Tom says as he leans me against the door and strokes my cheek. His lips slowly touch mine as he runs his hands down my back. I kiss him back for just a second before shoving his chest back. Fuck was I doing?

"Hey! I'm not your girlfriend, what is wrong with you?" His eyes glared back at me.

"Your not a girlfriend, you're my bitch. You will do what I want." Tom yells as he slams his fist into the car an inch from my face.

"Fuck you Tom, I didn't sign up for this shit. I'm not going to stick with you just so you can beat me!" I scream back at him, receiving looks from the crowd. He lifts his hand up but before it strikes me, I keened him in the nuts and punched his throat. He fell to his knead coughing as I ran through the crowd of people. Pushing through the people who gave me concerning looks.

I kicked off my heels to run faster. Running and running with no where to go. My feet were hurting as I heard the same engine before roar. I ran down a long dark alley way and hid behind a dumpster. As I caught my breath, yelling emerged from around the corner.

"Where the fuck is my money John!"

"Answer him now!"

I could hear three voices yelling and beating of this man. He must owe them money for something. I quiet my breathing to listen to the conversation. It was so weird seeing all this mafia shit up close, I've haven't lived in Tokyo long but you can't miss this shit.

"I don't have it, I'm sorry please." The man whimpered.

"You did all the drugs though didn't you John, nobody fucks me over and gets away with it. Too bad you don't have a family I can kill first."

The last thing I hear was a gunshot echoing through the alleyway. I gasp and my knee gives out as I bang against the garbage can. Shit.

"Who's out there?" A voice casted loudly.

I'm holding my breath as an arm grabs me from behind and drags me by my feet to the two other men. He throws me on the ground. I feel wetness below me as I look over to see John with a bullet hole in his head, just pooling out. I scream and scramble back. There is blood all over my hands and dress. I look at my shaky bloody hands crying and trying to breathe as I look at the men surrounding me.

A man with dark hair and tattoos kneels in front me. I notice he has a big scar across his face. He looks like the leader of whatever the fuck this is.

"What are we going to do with you, hmm?"

"I'm sorry, I was just resting. I didn't see anything, I swear." I say as a tear slides down my face. My heart is beating so loud, I swear he could hear it.

"Doesn't matter little miss, I'm not getting in trouble for a stupid bitch."

He grabs my hair and pulls me up. It Felt like he was gonna rip a chunk out. He grabs his gun from his waistband and clocks me in the face. My vision goes blurry as I feel the blood rush down my face. He then punches me hard in the stomach. I almost hit the ground as he grabs my waist, holding me up.