Insufferable (Tom Kaulitz)

Footloose

(TRIGGER WARNING. This was a tough chapter to write so it may the hard to read, there is very upsetting scene and gore. Hope you enjoy! ;)
Also are you guys able to see the pictures to each chapter? Please let me know.)

Last night was a blur. I feel like my brain has pushed the memories of yesterday back so far into my head I could barely remember where I was.

I woke up in a large California king bed, the dark red covers hugging my still clothed body. I insisted on not changing before bed. Surprisingly Tom didn't fight much with me last night after I head butted him.

I think both of us were drained. I stayed huddled in the corner of the bed, bringing the velvet covers up and over my head. I rolled over to see Tom shirtless under the covers, I peaked out from under the sheets to see him sleeping peacefully.

He looked quite handsome when he slept. I slowly peeled the blankets off of me and sat up straight looking around the room. I fixated my eyes on the mirror directly infront of the bed. I stared at myself. My copper hair messily draped around my shoulders, my eyes darker than usual, they were surrounded by a purple hue from exhaustion. I looked at my body through the reflection, it seemed more fragile than usual. I looked down and admired the few tattoos that littered my arms. I cradled my wrist gently as I rubbed the small dagger that sat just below my hand, it was covered by a hand printed bruise. I looked up my arms and seen the small ghost and heart on my forearm were also embedded with bruises. I groaned as my fingers traced the sore skin.

I looked back at my reflection. I often enjoyed admiring my face but today I looked unrecognizable. I glanced at my full, puffy lips that my mom would often compare to Angelina Jolie's, now bitten and red. My nose I always hated, I had a small bump in the bridge and it was a bit bigger due to my European genetics but I was always told it suited my face. My eyes were however my favourite feature of mine, I always got compliments on my eyes. They were big and doe eyed yet when I lined them with eyeshadow my eyes could change to a sleek smoulder gaze.

I sighed as I caressed my face, a small handprint along my high cheek bone, a gifted reminder from Tom. I frowned at myself and began to feel that adrenaline pumping again but this time not from fear or anxiety or from losing control... no this time it was pure rage.

I looked over to toms limp, sleeping body. I slowly and carefully crawled over to him. I slowly lifted on leg over his body now straddling his hips. I heard a small moan escape his mouth and felt my heart jump a bit.

Once I felt his breathing steady I slowly reached to the pillow beside me. I lifted it slowly to my chest and narrowed my eyes at his soft, peaceful face. I watched his eyelids flutter a bit, my breathing now intensified.

I seen his eyelids begin to open as he tried to focus on me, the room was dimly lit but the sun shining from behind the curtains gave me a good look at his face.

Before he could fully open his eyes I slammed the pillow hard against his face. His body thrashing around and groaning, I felt like I was riding a bull. His hips jerked me around as he kept trying to throw me off but I kept my thighs locked on his hips. His long arms aimlessly trying to find my body and get me off and I dodged every advance.

I felt a smirk tug at my lips as I realized I was winning.. yes I was finally winning. The struggle ensued for what felt like two minutes until I heard the bedroom door fly open, a small feminine figure came flying in towards me. I jumped back and off the bed putting my hands up to defend myself.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM" the voice whined as I could see her shadow crawling on the bed to console Tom.

Tom had throw the pillow halfway across the room as he gasped for air gripping at his chest and sitting up straight. Our eyes locked together and I figured now was the time.