My Addiction - Tom kaulitz

Drinks Drugs Sex ect

I ring the bell and stand on the doorstep, whiskey in hand. Loud music is playing inside, its so loud that I can feel it booming in my chest. Silhouettes of people dancing and drinking can be seen through the frosted glass door, then a tall silhouette makes its way to the door. The handle twists and I'm met with the man from the corner shop.

"Hi, come in." he speaks with the same deep voice he had earlier

"Thank you" I step through the door into the large house, flashing lights strain my eyes and the music shakes the floor. I walk through the middle of the room observing the many people dancing. Their sweaty bodies rub together to the beat of the music as drinks are spilt from thrashing elbows. I manoeuvre through the crowd, making my way to an empty corner. As I stand on my own, I watch as people stumble over their own feet and fall into the person next to them causing a domino effect. Ive never been much of a party animal, I can't stand being shoulder to shoulder with strangers, I mean who knows what they're capable of? Who knows if they're gonna spike someones drink or start a fight. 

"Hey'' the tall man appears next to me, drawing my attention away from the crowd

"Oh, hi" I turn my gaze to him, taking in his spiked hair and dark eye makeup. 

"So, what's your name?" he leans on the wall behind us, sipping from a red cup

"Im Angel, what's yours?" 

"Bill" he answers bluntly, hardly paying any attention to me

"Right..." we stand in silence as I try to think of a conversation

"Oh, by the way, someone wants to talk to you upstairs." he walks away and disperses into the crowd. That's so weird. Who wants to talk to me?

I leave the corner and make my way over to the staircase, the stairs creak under me as I reach the top. I stand in the empty hallway, looking at all of the closed doors. I don't wanna walk in on people... you know. I take a swig from my bottle, pressing my ear on each door trying to figure out which one is free. Muffled moans can be heard from a few of the doors, until I make it to the very end of the hall. I knock twice

"Come in" the voice of a man shouts to me from the other side. I twist the shiny door knob and crack the door open, peeking my head in. A woman jumps off the bed, half naked, and runs out of the room leaving me stood shocked in the doorway. I enter cautiously, trying to adjust my eyes to the dark lighting. A table lamp flicks on, revealing a man pulling his shirt over his head. I walk towards him

"Hello Angel." he speaks in a low husky voice, a German accent coating each syllable he speaks

"Tom?" I question, moving closer to him

"Yes?" he pats the bed, motioning for me to sit down. I perch far away from him, awaiting his next sentence 

"So, what brings you here?" he asks

"A man invited me." I reply with an unbothered tone

"Who?" he asks, slowly edging toward me 

"Bill." 

His lips curve into a smirk "Right"

"You know him?" I question, intrigued about the smile forming on his face

"Nah" he bites his lip in an attempt to wipe his smile. I nod and roll my eyes, growing more impatient by the second

"C'mon, let's go downstairs." he picks my bottle of whiskey up, I reach my hand out to snatch it back but as he tilts his head back to take a swig he grabs my wrist

"Now that's no way to treat someone who picked you off the streets" he says after he swallows the drink

"I paid for that." I snap, tugging my arm out of his grasp. I didn't pay for it, it was Toms money.

"Calm down love, you'll live." he throws the bottle back onto the bed and stands up, reaching a hand out to lift me up. I get up, ignoring his gesture

As I step forward, he quickly snakes a hand around my waist holding my body against his, he moves his mouth to my ear "Don't be like that." he whispers, gripping my body tighter. 

I wriggle out of his arms and wait for him to walk ahead of me. He holds the door open and leads me to the stairs. Maybe I should push him down. Watch as his body hits the bottom as he yells in pain. Watch him cradle his head in his hands as blood drips down from his temple.

"You coming?" he shouts from the bottom of the stairs causing me to jump out of my thoughts. I rush down to him and mentally slap myself. Why the fuck am I even thinking about that? That's grim. 

We walk to the crowd where the same people are still dancing, completely off their heads off of drugs or alcohol. I stand next to Tom in the middle of the dancing people and watch as girls come running to him and grind their bodies against his. Needy whores. Look at them come crawling to him like stray dogs. God they just have no respect for themselves. I stare them down, my eyes jumping from girl to girl with a nasty look in my eyes. 

I peel my eyes away and take a long sip of my whiskey in the hopes that it may help me to loosen up. Even though I'm not a huge fan of partying, I don't wanna look like I have a stick up my arse.  I leave the crowd and continue sipping away. In a matter of time, two sips become three, three becomes six, and then I loose count. The world around me becomes hazy, and the flashing lights become blinding. I dance my way back to the middle of the floor, letting myself go completely. As I jump around the alcohol in my bottle splashes out with it.

"Hey, let me hold that for you." Tom takes the bottle away, I continue dancing and making conversation with everybody around me. 

"HA! I knew you wouldn't be able to beat me! Who's next?!" I find myself in a beer chugging contest, and to my surprise, I seem to win every time. I lost count of the amount of people I challenged, well to be honest, I was never counting.

Tom comes up behind me, handing me my bottle of whiskey

"Thanks!" 

"Lets do some fucking shots!" someone shouts, everyone cheers as we file to the alcohol table, each filling up our shots

"Hey! Watch it!" someone I don't recognise bumps into me, causing him to drop his glass

"I am so sorry!" I put my whiskey on the table and lean down to grab the mans glass as he watches me fumble around uncontrollably. Once I manage to stand up I hand it back to him, he hands me my whiskey and walks off.

I continue sipping from my bottle, loosing track of time. With each sip I take, the alcohol tastes and feels stronger, more bitter. As the night goes on, I grow lightheaded, my thoughts slip out of my head and I can hardly form a sentence.

"Angel, you've had enough. Get in the car." Tom spins me around to face him, shouting at me so I can hear him over the screaming and the music

"But I'm having fun!" I slur, my words barely recognisable

"I said get in the car." he hauls me over his shoulder and walks me out of the door, the cold air. bites at my sweaty skin sending hot flushes through my body. My vision goes blurry and Toms face is barely recognisable. He rips the passenger door open and throws me into the seat, slamming the door behind him. As the engine roars the world around me darkens.