Damaged goods // T.Kaulitz

Wanna come up the studio with us?

My eyes opened and I was in my bed. My head hurt a lot and my vision was going in and out of focus.

"God..." I groaned, sitting up.

As I gained focus and was able to process stuff I heard yelling downstairs. My mom screamed out and my heart sank.

On instinct I ran to my door, I turned the knob but it didn't go more than halfway. I rattled it before realising someone locked it.

"Mom?!" I yelled, banging my fist against the door.

It wasn't anything that hasn't happened before, my dad has done worse to both me and her but it was never easy listening to it. I knew I wouldn't be able to get out, my windows were bulletproof for fucksake. I did try and open them but obviously they were locked.

I leaned against the door and slid down it, bringing my knees to my chest. My head leaded back and I just listened to the fighting, both parents screaming, bangs, glass smashing, everything there could be in an argument was used.

It died down but my door was still locked, the pain in my head was indescribable. My eyes glanced at the windows and then the windowsill. Whoever locked them left the fucking key beside it.

As quick as I could i stood up and grabbed the key, I'm guessing my head was in too much of a haze to notice it before but I took my chance and opened it.

Just as I stepped out my door opened, I swung around and saw my dad looking furious. Without thinking twice I grabbed my car keys on my desk before climbing out and slid down the pipe like a fucking fireman or something.

"Keira! Get back here!" My dad yelled.

I got in the car and started it quickly before speeding off. I went as quick as I could down the roads, my heart was pounding.

After an hour of driving I stopped at a gas station, there was money in the glove compartment so I grabbed that and went inside.

The cashier gave me an odd look, there was blood all down my shirt, my nose was covered in dry blood, there was probably a mark where my dad hit me. I looked roughed up, more than usual at least.

"Keira?" I heard a voice.

I looked over and saw Bill, his eyes softened at the state of me.

"Have you gone home yet?" He came over.

"Yeah..." I nodded.

"Why didn't you change? Did my dad do that?!" He grazed his thumb over where my dad hit me.

"No..." I shook my head.

"Jesus..." He muttered, "What are you doing on this side of town?"

"I didn't know where I was going...I just drove..." I sighed.

"Shit..." He stepped back.

"Bill I've got the-" Tom came around the corner and saw me, "Fucking hell...who else hit you? Cause my dad didn't even hit that side..."

"Don't worry!" I shook my head.

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Me, Tom and Bill walked out of the station but were met with people being pushed back by a man in all black. They had cameras and seemed wound up by me being there, they were asking who I was and how I knew the two boys.

"What the fuck..." I muttered, going to my car.

"I told you I was famous!" Tom laughed, pushing my head forward.

I rolled my eyes and got in the car, Bill came over and tapped the window. I rolled it down and looked over at him.

"Tom said you play guitar and sing?" He questioned.