I didn't think you cared - Tom Kaulitz

Insecure

I walk downstairs to get some water and all the lights are off, I turn on the kitchen lights and I see Bill just sitting at the table.

"Hello sweetheart," Bill says as I just stood there, really confused. "Hi, Bill?" I say nervously as I
continue to go over to the sink to get some water.

Bill walks over to me, inches away from me. He's taller than me, and Tom so he is towering over me looking directly into my eyes.

"Bill, it's late, shouldn't you be up in bed" I mumble, my hand hovering over the sink's faucet, my heart pounding. "Nah, Gustav and I were having a good time playing cards," he replies, his smile never leaving his face. He reaches over me, his hand brushing mine as he fills a glass from the tap. His closeness is breathtaking, his towering figure a dark silhouette against the kitchen lights. I flinch slightly, not used to his proximity.

"What are you guys doing up this late?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady. The air between us feels too warm, and I unconsciously back up a bit, hitting the kitchen counter.

Bill leans on the counter next to me, his glass of water untouched, "We lost track of time, you know how it is," he shrugs, still maintaining an inch close distance.

Just then, footsteps echo from the staircase. Tom appears, his braids tousled from sleep, rubbing his eyes. He stops, his gaze shifting between Bill and me, his face stiffening at the sight. "Bill, what are you doing?" Tom asks, his voice colder than I'd ever heard it. His eyebrows are furrowed, a look of confusion and, was it jealousy? Yes, it was jealousy flashing in his eyes. "Just getting a drink, Tom," Bill answers nonchalantly, finally stepping away from me, and picking up his water. But the tension lingers in the air, thicker than ever.

"I was worried when I woke up and you weren't there," Tom says, his eyes flickering over to me. His words are simple, but I can hear the silent accusation's underlying meaning. I feel a sudden surge of frustration.

"Bill was just getting a drink too," I respond, a defensive edge creeping into my tone. "It's not a crime to be thirsty, Tom." Tom's gaze hardens, his frustration mirroring mine. "That's not what I meant and you know it," he retorts, crossing his arms over his chest. "I don't know what you're implying, Tom," I reply, matching his cross-tone with my own. "I can't read your mind."

"Maybe if you were less busy with Bill, you could try," he snaps back, the words cutting through the air like a knife. I can feel my cheeks burning, and my heart pounding in my chest."That's enough, Tom!" I exclaim, my voice louder than I intended. I can feel the tension in the room, like a physical force pushing against me. "I'm allowed to talk to your brother it's not illegal, I didn't realize you were so insecure."

Tom's face tightens, and I immediately regret my words. But it's too late, they're already out there, hanging between us like a declaration of war. Bill, silent up until now, shifts uncomfortably, looking between us like a spectator at a tennis match. There's a long pause, the silence filled only by the soft hum of the refrigerator. I can feel the sting of tears at the corners of my eyes, but I blink them back stubbornly. I won't let Tom see me cry.

"All right," Tom finally says, his voice tight. "If that's how you feel." He turns on his heel and marches out of the room, leaving me standing there, the taste of regret bitter in my mouth. Bill is still there, his presence a constant reminder of the cause of this argument. I stare at the spot where Tom disappeared, feeling an overwhelming sense of emptiness. Our quiet night has indeed taken a turn for the worse.

I go back upstairs to see Tom sitting on the edge of the bed, I look at him but he doesn't even bother to look back, even though he knows I'm there. He says nothing so I just lay down and eventually just fall asleep.

9:23 am

I wake up and Tom isn't next to me, I can hear people downstairs so I go into the bathroom and hop into the shower. The water is warm and so refreshing.

After I get out, I get changed and then head downstairs. Everyone is here, Georg, Gustav, Bill, and Tom. Even the boy's "pets" are here, Jasmine, Bill's pet. I'm excited because I haven't spoken to her in a while, I haven't talked to the other girls though.

"Alice! How have you been? Have you been behaving for Tom?" Jasmine says with a smile on her face. I nod, "Hey, Jasmine, could you introduce me to the other girls?" I say, keeping my eyes on the other girls who seem to be glued to Gustav and Georg. She nods and takes my arm and leads me to the other girls.

"This is Laura, she is Gustav's pet," Jasmine said as she introduced me to her, Laura looks at me and smiles and hugs me, the hug felt so warm. It felt like she needed it, and so did I. "Hey Laura, I'm Alice." I say softly. "I know, we have been praying for you sweetheart." She said, keeping a smile on her face the whole time. I give her a confused look and she walks away.

Jasmine looks at me with a guilty look on her face and just walks me over to the other girl, "Alice, this is Tamara, as you can guess she is Georg's pet, she's lucky since Georg is nice, he just acts tough. The others, not so much.." Jasmine says with a forced smile, her eyes looked sad.

I pity them, they don't deserve this. No one does. I suddenly feel a tap on my shoulder.

"So Alice.." Tom says his voice in an assured frosty tone "When were you gonna tell me that you fucked Bill?" The room goes silent.

You could hear a pin drop.