My Addiction - Tom kaulitz

Bloodstained

++Toms pov++time skip++

"You're sure?" I ask Bill 

"I watched it happen, don't worry." He answers as he chucks his jacket onto the sofa

"Good, good. She's still sleeping." I finish my coffee and make my way up the stairs to my room where Angel is sleeping. 

I open the door, she's passed out. Her full lips are slightly open, her dark tanned skin is blanketed by the sun peeking through the curtains, her amber eyes are glued shut, and her tight curls lay untamed beneath her head.

I sit next to her sleeping body, watching her chest rise and fall slowly. She looks so peaceful, and I hate that. 

"Angel" I whisper, she begins to stir as her eyes blink open

"Morning, how'd you sleep princess?" I rest my hand on her face

"Get off." she moves her head away from my hand and sits up

 "I thought I told you that I never wanna see you again" she glares at me

"I know, but don't you remember what happened last night?" I bring my hand back up and twist one of her curls around my finger

"No?" she speaks with a worried, shaky voice

"Hunny, someone spiked you. I had to get you to safety." I watch as she sits in thought

"Well, I appreciate that. But I don't wanna know you." She begins to stand up. 

I grab her throat and drag her to the floor by my knees, moving my grip to the back of her hair, forcing her to look up at me.

"You don't talk to me like that." I yell down at her as fight or flight kicks into her. 

"Get off of me you twat!" she yells as anger coats her face.

"I said-" I give her a hefty slap across her pretty little face "don't talk to me like that." 

She clutches her reddening cheek as her eyes gloss over

"Cry Angel! I want to see you cry for me" the way her eyes flood with tears brings me such lust

 "Get off!" she struggles, chunks of her hair ripping out of her head as she squirms , she grinds her teeth together as she attempts to escape my grasp. 

"Shut your fucking mouth. Don't make this worse for yourself."  I threaten, looking her dead in the eyes, thirsting for her more as each second goes by.  

Nobody understands the undying need I have to watch as tears create wet tracks down her pretty little face, from her almond eyes down to her sharp jaw. 

++Angels pov++

Tom keeps a firm grasp on the back of my hair, the more I struggle, the more he pulls. I feel tears fighting to stream out of my already glossy eyes, however I won't give him the pleasure. 

"Get the fuck off!" I snap, in a low threatening tone, slowly crawling my hand to my high heel which is lay on the floor. I keep Toms eyes on me by continuing to plead with him, tilting my eyebrows up and sulking up at him.

"Oh Tom, please just let go of me!" I act as if I'm in despair as I continue sneaking my hand, until I reach the shoe. I slide it back to me, gripping the sole. I raise the shoe up and send the stiletto heel straight into his arm, causing him to flinch and snatch his arm back, observing the shallow dent I made. 

I jump onto my feet and make a run to the door which is cracked open, I launch myself to the handle and swing it back, opening the door completely. I sprint down the hallway, not looking back once. The stairs come into view, here's my chance to get away from this place. I rush down the spiralling staircase, careful not to trip over my own feet, but as I reach the bottom step a large force rams into the side of me, causing my body to hurdle to the floor. My head smacks to the hard marble floor, emitting a large thump sound through the bottom floor of the house.

"You stupid whore." Tom stands above me, along with another man. It takes me a while to make out the second person stood above me, I squint my eyes trying to see through the blur which swarms my vision. I stare up at them in confusion as the side of my head pounds and a warm rush slides down my temple. I reach my hand to my face and gently glide my hand over the throbbing area. As I feel around my temple, a wet substance coats my fingertips, I look at my hand as a deep wine red blood coats my fingers.

"What the fuck?!" I blurt out, still in shock from the sudden impact

"That is your fault. You didn't have to run off." Tom responds with a growl

"Bill?" I look into his dark brown eyes after I finally manage to clear my vision. He snarls at me, he's wearing his usual dark eye makeup and leather jacket. 

"You're so Goddamn naïve" Tom gives me one more look before walking off completely unfazed. I sit up, forcing myself to stay conscious. The heavy smell of metal fills my nose as fatigue flushes my body. My eyelids grow heavy as I place my hands on the cold marble floor beneath me, trying to stand back up. 

My ribcage can hardly hold me up straight and tall, and my now aching spine feels bent and unsteady. I roll my neck and squint my eyes, as the white lamp ,which lights the room, becomes so blinding that I feel as if I'm staring into the sun. The soles of my feet tingle as I tread trugidly across the room, holding my arms out in front of me, hands stretched, using them as if they were whiskers. My bloodied hand glides across a soft blanket, which I'm assuming is thrown over the back of the sofa, as I continue trying to find my way to the elevator. 

"Angel" a husky voice coos from behind me, causing my heartbeat to fasten and adrenaline to course through my rapidly pulsing veins. I fasten my walk, crashing into tables and chairs as I use my hands to guide me

"Oh Angel, where exactly do you think you're going?" the sound of jeans rubbing together grows louder behind me with each step Tom takes. His large hand grabs the back of my neck, I flinch as he begins firmly pressing his fingers into the pressure points on my neck, causing my head to tilt back.

"Looks like you had a fall, let's get you cleaned up." a sinister tone coats his words as I'm dragged back up the stairs, straight back to the place he wants me.

"I didn't fall. I was fucking tackled." I hiss as he locks the bathroom door behind us, enclosing us together. 

He picks up a cotton pad and wets it with the tap water as I stand in utter shock, at not only his calmness, but the audacity he has. As he raises the wet cotton to my face, I flinch at his sudden movement, causing him to launch his hand to the back of my already sore head, where he grabs a chunk of my hair and yanks my head back forward. I yelp in as the cold cotton pad is rubbed against my throbbing temple, the sharp pain thrushes from my forehead to the back of my head as I'm manhandled. I watch his forearm tense up, further tightening the grip he has on the back of my head with each movement I make. As the room grows more silent, it seems as if I can feel each hair on my head being pulled individually, my scalp slightly stretching with every strand being ripped out of my head. My eyes well with tears as sharp pains rush around my limp body, my ribs stab my lungs with each breath I take, and my knees go weak the longer I stand. 

"You're clumsy hm." he speaks with an irrationally calm tone which shakes me to my core, considering the man he told me he didn't know just body slammed me to the floor. 

"What is with you?!" I challenge, the anger in my voice becoming apparent as Toms shallow breath hits my bruising cheek

"What have I told you about talking to me like that? Are you that desperate to be punished?" he pauses his movements, becoming unbearably still as his gaze burns holes through my face

"No."