My Addiction - Tom kaulitz

Associates

"You get everything you want don't you!" I scream at the door whilst shoving myself up from the tear stained floor

"Because you're big and scary!" I continue screaming "you just can't handle being told no because you are a brat Tom!" tears stream down my red cheeks as my blood boils my skin and my heart beats in my throat.

 I stand in-front of the locked door, huffing uncontrollably as my feelings pour out of my eyes in the form of hot tears, my hands shake and my bottom lip quivers. I'm not sad about Tom leaving. No not one bit, I'm angry, I'm fed up. I hate him. I hate him so much that I want to tear his throat straight out of his neck. My tears slow to a stop, the last few sliding off my nose and falling onto the carpet, like the last drips of water from a faucet.  

++Toms pov++ 

 "You get everything you want don't you!"

"Because you're big and scary! You just can't handle being told no because you are a brat Tom!" I take one look at the door which Angel stands behind in a fit of rage before leaving. She's an animal, like a lion in a zoo, constantly roaring at people for stepping too close to the fence, constantly snarling at passers-by for no apparent reason, so quick to jump the gun and act on sudden impulses.

  I walk into Bills room where I'm met with two other familiar faces. All three of the boys are sat around Bills table, each with a cigar between their lips and a whiskey in hand. On the way in, I pick up my own cigar and light it with a leftover match, I exhale the strong smoke as I walk towards the table.

"Ah, Georg, Gustav, good to see you!" I shake hands with each of them as I pass by them, before sitting on the empty chair. Bill tilts his head at me to say hello, I return the gesture and fix my attention back to Gustav and Georg

"Who's that screaming?" Gustav's look of concern makes me chuckle as I explain who Angel is and how we met. 

"How'd you get her in New York then?" 

"Train drivers are easy to tip off, they get little to no pay, so as soon as my hand reached my wallet he shook my hand and made a deal." I puff my cigar and flick the ash into the tray sat in the centre of the table

"Good point." Gustav nods his head as he takes a sip from his glass, the ice clinks against the glass as its tipped

"You both wanna meet her?" I offer, with raised eyebrows, eager to show them my prize.

"Sure." Georg answers. I stand up and throw my cigar out as I waltz over to the door, motioning for them to join me. They follow me to my room which is now completely silent, not even the hushed sound of sniffles is able to be heard. I unlock the door and push it open slowly as if I'm revealing an art piece to a crowd of stuck up posh people.

"Angel~" I coo into the dimly lit room as I scan the floor for her body

"Mhm" a Brocken voice hums from the bed, where a hunched over silhouette is seen

"Some of my friends want to see you" I reach my hand out to her and hesitantly, she takes it, her fingers rest lightly on my palm as I guide her in front of the door, where the hallway light is bright enough to see each others faces. She looks up at Georg and Gustav with glossy eyes and trembling lips as if to say 'help me'.

"Angel, this is Gustav and Georg. I work with them. They're my associates" I introduce them, keeping my eyes fixed on her, as her lips quiver into a forced smile 

"Georg, Gustav, this is Angel, my toy." I squeeze her shoulder firmly, keeping her in place. Her left eye twitches slightly upon hearing me call her a toy, yet she keeps her mouth shut and stares off into the distance.

"She's a pretty little thing huh." Georg lifts one of her now matted curls and drops it back onto her shoulder as his eyes scan her body, I'll let it slide today, but if I ever catch his eyes wandering up and down her figure again, I might just have the urge to shoot him in the face

"She any good?" Georg asks curiously, I brush my tongue over my teeth and stop myself from causing a problem

"Not yet. But she will be soon. I'll make her as perfect as she looks." her smile drops along with her eyebrows, and her eyes travel to the floor where she stares at her feet.

"But, she has quietened down now. Maybe she's embarrassed because we have guests. Why don't you ask me what you were asking earlier? Or are you done now?" I tease, her mouth opens and she thinks for a second

"I asked," her voice breaks "what do you do for work?" she speaks in a horrified whisper

"Oh I'm sorry my angel, I didn't quite hear you"

"What do you do for work." her lip quivers 

I laugh in her face as she stands frozen in place, her hands clutching the hem of her shorts, her knees locked, her head down and her chest rising and falling rapidly 

++Angels pov++

Tom laughs as I wait in-front of them like an idiot. He brings his hand to my chin and stares into my watering eyes with a nasty glare on his face

"You do not get to know." he spits in a low, threatening voice, I swallow the lump in my throat as he throws my face away from him, and abruptly continues laughing with Gustav and Georg.

"She's good to beat though," he continues, catching his breath "she doesn't seem to mind." oh how I want to yell in all of their faces and crush their sculls together. How I want to tell them they're a bunch of stuck up pricks. Yet I hold my tongue.

"Oh, really?" the man with the longer hair asks 

"Yes really!" Tom raises the back of his hand above his head and strikes me across the face again "See! Here," he shoves me over to the men "You try." they both look at Tom, then back to me, before one of them raises his hand, his palm flies into my face and leaves a strong burning sensation on my cheekbone. I clutch my face in an attempt to stop the uncomfortable stinging sensation left by the man's hand.

"I don't really enjoy that sort of stuff." the short haired man declines Toms strange offer and pats my shoulder 

"Too bad." Tom begins exiting the room "Im not staying in here with her. But, you both can if you want." he takes a good look at me, his eyes carving holes in my sore skin before he leaves, closely followed by the long haired man, leaving me with the other. My stomach sinks. What if he wants to... my legs feel as if they're going to give up on me, so I slowly lower myself back onto the floor

"Im Gustav." he sits beside me and places a hand on my back

"Angel." I reply bluntly, sick of being around people

"I'm not here to hurt you, Angel." he reassures me with a soft smile, his hand makes gentle circular rubbing motions on my back

"I appreciate that." I respond after taking a deep breath of relief

"How long have you been here?" shut up.

"Dunno." I huff

"Is he always like this to you?"

"What do you think? Now, not to be rude, but please could I have a bit of space?" 

"Of course." he stands back up and walks away.