TW ABUSE/DEGRADING
I flip threw the pages of my song, preparing for the mini concert I have tonight. A club, that's where I sing. Guys seem to enjoy the lack of clothing with a pretty voice. But because of some kind of copy right, I have to write my own songs. But tonight, I get to sing whatever I want, by whom ever I want.
"You're on in 5 minutes. " Hans says, tapping his watch. I smile, thinking about how awesome this is gonna be. I throw my hair up in a ponytail and pull out my bangs. I walk over to the stage and get myself set up, grabbing my guitar and propping my mic up. I slid my finger against the strings, and it released a loud strum.
Tom's POV
I enter the club, trying to shake off what the director said. I look around and see people dancing to our song. Our song?
A female version of scream. Her voice is slightly raspy when she yells, but soothing during other parts. I make my way to the front of the crowd. And see her..
-End of pov-
"Thank you it's been another bloody Monday, and no one is asking what you wanted anyway"
I continue the song, focusing on my hand placement on the strings of my guitar.
"NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN, SCREAM, till you feel it SCREAM, till you believe it SCREAM when it hurts you scream it out loud." I repeat and end the song, receiving large applaud. My eyes scan the crowd as I take a breath to make an announcement.
"That was my cover of scream by Tokio Hotel!" I yell into the mic, and another applause mixed with whistles answers back. I sigh, grabbing my stuff and making me way backstage. Tom??? Why is Tom from Tokio Hotel standing backstage staring at me. Ok ok play it cool.
"Hey." He says, crossing his arms. I walk past him, ignoring his attempt. He curses under his breath. I walk towards the director and smile. He grabs my hand and shakes it. "I knew it was a good idea to Hire you." He said, grinning. I flinch as a cold hand touches my shoulder.
I turn my head to see Tom glaring at me. "Hello." He repeats in a more irritating tone. I smile at him. "I didn't see you there." I say. "Join our band." He says bluntly
I look at him in shock. "No." I reply back. If he wanted something from me, he needed to have a better tone in his voice.I turn away from him, leaving Tom alone as I walk towards the exit with my bag
-Tom POV-
I groan after explaining to Bill what happened with the singer.
"What club were you at?" Bill asks me smiling. I answer his question, and a few second later, he shows me a video of a woman covering another one of ours songs. It was her. "How did y-" Bill places a hand on my face cutting my Sentence short. "Don't ask questions, I'll go see her" He said standing up. I'm left alone again, in shock of how scary it is that he found all of her information in less than 5 minutes.
End of pov
TW ABUSE
I'm brushing my hair as my father storms into my room. "Where is all my alcohol." He screams. I shake my head and look at him. He's waisted. "You drank it all." I replied in a annoyed tone. My father grabs a ball of my hair and slams my face on my dresser
Raising his voice. "Don't get bratty with me bitch." He yells. I grab his hand attempting to release his grip. He grabs my hand slamming it by my head. "Your useless, just like your mother." He sneers. My eyes widen. And I rip his hand off of me. His hands react quicker than mine, as he throws me against the wall, and looks at me with a disgusting smile. "At least you have her body." He says grabbing my throat, putting pressure on it. I gasp for another breath and attempt to push him off of me. The Door bell rings.
He releases me and frowns. "Your lucky."
I rush towards the door my eyes filled with tears. The door swings open and my eyes widen. Bill.
He looks at me with a mixture of emotions. Oh shit. I have no foundation on, I grab my arms and cover up the skin I have showing. His eyes soften, and he grabs my hands and examines the marks all over my body. Burns, scars, and hickys.
"Go get your bag." He says softly. My eyes tear up, and I turn around and rush to my room to grab my stuff. I walk past my dad, and he gives me a glare and goes back to watching TV. I reach my room and pack everything I have
I don't know where I'm going. But it has to be better than here.
I leave my room and run to the door hoping my father didn't see me. But I wasn't quick enough. I reach the car parked in front of my house and quickly get into the vehicle. My father was behind me, now standing in the doorway. "Get back here you fucking slut." He screams. I nod Bill who has a concerned face to drive.
An hour later. We finally arrive at a hotel.
