Threads of Destiny (Tom Kaulitz) eng vers

Chapter 15: Confession

Oscar tries to get up laboriously, muttering incomprehensible phrases while I remain rooted in place, unable to react.

"Ah... Georg... You're really a bastard... Y-you're pushing me... I didn't do anything." Oscar exclaims clumsily.

Oscar approaches Georg, grabbing the top of his t-shirt to pull it upward. In a sudden motion, he raises his fist, threatening to strike him. His condition doesn't allow him to do anything, but the gesture itself is enough to push Georg even further into his anger. Georg's gaze hardens, and it feels like he's no longer in control. He forcefully pushes Oscar away in a stronger move than before, his jaw clenches, and any trace of remorse disappears from his face.

"Don't mess with me bro. You have no business being here. Last time I'm telling you, the next time I'll punch your fucking face," Georg threatens, warning Oscar one last time.

Oscar loses his balance again, but in his fall, he tries to grab onto the table to cushion his fall. However, Oscar's weight takes the table with him, and the bottle I had placed on it shatters on the floor. The noise of the broken bottle echoes in the room, its reverberations filling the tense air. Oscar, clearly determined, rises with growing determination, his heavy steps pounding on the floor scattered with shards of glass. Anger rumbles within him, fueled by offensive and provocative words that spill from his lips.

"You can't even hit me, you coward," Oscar taunts.

I knew this was the last straw, and the situation was about to escalate. I understood that if I remained silent, one of them would end up injured, and the tour would be in jeopardy. Chaos quickly ensues. Glass fragments litter the floor, trodden upon by Oscar's shoes, but his rage blinds him to them. Georg begins to advance toward him without saying a word, determined to prove him wrong. That's when I intervene, wrapping my arms around him and trying with all my strength to stop him from advancing. My words, filled with fear and pleading, echo in the room, urging Georg to end this unnecessary escalation, to regain his composure. I insistently remind him that the situation has become far too dangerous, and the consequences of a physical confrontation could be disastrous, especially since Oscar has done nothing to warrant such a reaction. However, in the grip of his anger, Georg seems deaf to my pleas, continuing to ignore me, overpowering my embrace that was holding him back as he moves toward Oscar, determined to resolve this conflict in his own way. My words continue to pierce the air in the room as I desperately try to stop this impending violence. My cries to stop, my pleas, all of it reverberates in the confines of the room. However, the excess of my own voice blinds me, cutting me off from the outside reality. I forget that the door is wide open, a sound passage through which our tense exchanges have spread like wildfire.

Suddenly, like a lightning bolt in the night, Bill bursts into the room, followed closely by Gustav and two hotel staff members. Their hasty steps testify to the urgency of the situation. They quickly grasp the tension in the room and don't need words to understand that things have taken a dangerous turn. With a coordinated effort, Bill and Gustav rush to my aid, using their strength to push Georg away and try to shake him, almost as if to pull him out of a destructive trance.

The strength of both boys finally made Georg realize that he was crossing a line from which he could not retreat. His eyes, previously filled with rage, began to clear, and his muscles gradually relaxed under the combined influence of Bill and Gustav. At that moment, I felt powerless, overwhelmed by a sense of guilt. How was it that I, his own sister, couldn't persuade him? My helplessness was all the more overwhelming because others had managed to put an end to this chaotic situation that I had inadvertently contributed to creating. When Georg finally calmed down and returned to his normal state, they sat on the bed while Bill forced Oscar to sit on the opposite side of the room to calm down and avoid fueling the conflict. The two hotel staff members eventually left but warned us that any further noise complaints would result in our eviction from the hotel. As for me, I contented myself with picking up the scattered glass shards with a cloth to avoid injuring myself. Finally, Gustav calmly asked Georg what had happened.