Bitter | Bill Kaulitz

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Days go by, then a week.

An entire week and he hadn't said anything to me about Ella— all the anger I had stored down to be patient had risen.

"Bill we need to talk."

"What's up love?" He sits on his bed.

"Why did you never tell me about Ella getting a new number— matter of a fact you acted like it never happened! Even to my face! God you are so bitter!" At the beginning I was calm, but the more I spoke, the worse my words spit out.

"Rose did you look in my phone?" He crosses his arms, standing in-front of me.

"No! That's not even important— do you not care? You want her? Have her!" As I'm storming out of his room, he tries to grab my arm but I'm too fast.

I run down the hallway and stairs, embarrassed and upset.

I feel steam flow off my boiling red face like I'm ready to explode with tears.

As I run past the kitchen Tom yells, "Rose what's wro—"

He can't even finish his sentence, I'm out the door.

I don't know my way around Germany at all nor where I am, I'm running down the side walk past buildings and trees.

I don't know how far I ran but I see a bench and collapsed on it, crying.

I brought my knees to my eyes as I sat on the bench, just letting myself go.

I always let the anger get the best of me and ruin everything, I never gave him a chance to explain like I said I would— I did what I always did.

Explode, a stupid trait I got from the deadbeat that I'll never refer to as my dad.

I threw my head onto the back of the bench, taking my glasses off and closing my eyes.

Everything was happening so fast, my emotions came through me like if I were hit with a hammer.

I put my face back into my knees.

I needed to let my emotions go and just think.

Why did I do that?

What if he really did nothing wrong? I never gave him a chance to explain.

I loved him so much yet why did I always screw it up?

Was it always my fault?

My glasses were smeared with my tears and finger prints and my face had black mascara running down it.

Luckily for my embarrassment, this street wasn't busy at all so I had a small amount of people pass me.

Bills POV—

Rose walks into the room as I'm about to sit on the bed.

"Bill we need to talk."

I hated those words, it always met something bad.

"What's up love?" I wanna resolve the bad tension in the air.

  "Why did you never tell me about Ella getting a new number— matter of a fact you acted like it never happened! Even to my face! God you are so bitter!" She was calm at first but it seemed like the more she tried to explain the more her anger let out.

Bitter? The last sentence struck me like lightning.

"Rose did you look through my phone?" I cross my arms, walking in-front of her.

  "No! That's not even important— do you not care? You want her? Have her!" She stormed out, I was getting ready to grab her arm but it slipped out of my grip, she was too fast.