The One Who Controls | Tom Kaulitz

Protect You

"You need to eat something."

"No."

"Taylor, eat something."

"Fuck off Bill, leave me alone."

Taylor had just gone silent, only spoke when someone talked to her. She just sat in the hospital bed, staring out of the window. She wouldn't eat, or even move out of the bed. She was so angry all time and snapped at whoever tried to say anything to her. When Bill had said one word about the baby, she screamed and threw stuff at him. It was hard to see her like this, but she's grieving and I know she just needs to be in her feelings alone. It had only been 24 hours since the news was broke to her. Tom and I stayed at the hospital with Marie and George, trying to be there for her but she didn't even like us in the room, let alone Bill. So I sat outside of it, watching her ignore her problems.

"She hasn't eaten in two days, the doctor said they are going to have force feed her soon." Bill said as he came out of her room.

I sigh and grab the tray out of his hands. "Let me try." I push open her door and set the food down in front of her. She didn't even acknowledge me. I sit on her bed by her legs.

"Taylor can you please try and eat?" I asked quietly.

"No." She said still turned away from me.

"Please you have to eat your.."

"Get the fuck out V, I'm not fucking eating!" She suddenly screamed looking at me, tears in her eyes. She pushes the tray onto the floor, making it spill. Fuck. Her words made me feel helpless.

I shut her door and Bill gives me a look, knowing I couldn't do it either. I left them and went downstairs for a smoke. It was late evening, sun was setting at the wind gave me goosebumps as I blew out the smoke. As I flicked it to the ground, crushing it, loud footsteps sound out behind me. I whip around, locking eyes with the man from the elevator. He gives me a smile, as he comes closer putting a hand around my waist, pulling close into a hug.

I shove his chest back angrily. "Fuck you."

"Wouldn't you like too." He says scoffing. He leans against the wall looking back at me. "So Veronica, the question still stands. Where's baby?"

"Just like I told you last time, I don't know."

"I told you I don't like liars, and still you do."

"Fuck off asshole, I'm not talking to you anymore." I say walking past him as he grips onto my arm, hard. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt a surge of adrenaline, desperate to break free from his grasp.

"I swear, I don't know where she is!" I pleaded once more, my voice shaky with terror. His grip tightened, and I winced in pain, feeling helpless against him.

He leaned in, his voice a chilling whisper against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "I'll be back, Veronica."

As he walked away, leaving me shaken and bruised, I struggled to regain my composure. The weight of his threat bore down on me, and I realized the danger I was in. My mind raced with fear and uncertainty, torn between whether or not I tell Tom. I didn't want to add onto the already major problems.

I head back upstairs and Tom comes up giving me a soft kiss, making me instantly forget. His hands trailed my waist and he pulled me in deepening the kiss as he picked me off the ground. I laughed as he swung me around. This was so random, his good mood but I needed it. He gave me another kiss and wrapped his arm around me, putting his head against mine as I held onto his hand. He cuddled me as we sat outside Taylor's room. His embrace made it all seem okay, like after all the shit I'd be okay.