My Addiction - Tom kaulitz

Warmth

++Angels pov++

I wait in the dark, isolated room for what feels like hours, sipping slowly on the aged brandy Tom left behind. Of course as soon as my plan started working he had to throw a Goddamn fit. I slip my clothes back on and lay down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as boredom causes the blank ceiling to melt into blues and greens, they bleed into shapes and patterns as my vision unfocusses. Muffled voices converse downstairs, one louder than the others, which I'm assuming is Tom. I fall into a peaceful daze as the voices slowly begin to sound like the hushed humming of a song, and the room around me melts into darkness. Heavy footsteps approach the room, growing louder as they near the door, the oak rectangle cracks open and an orange beam of light blankets my cold body, I wait to hear the horrible yelling of Tom, yet his unsettling presence is yet to effect my calm state of mind. The mattress sinks as he sits on the bottom of the bed and a warm hand touches my ankle

"Hi, Angel." a softer voice meets my ears, the gentle tone swarms my mind. I sit up and face him, yet as my eyes adjust, I'm met with Gustav's humble smile. A flush of energy shoots through me as my stiff body relaxes

"Gustav!" I speak with excitement upon talking to anyone else but Tom, I turn my body to face his as he raises his head to meet my gaze

"How are you?" he asks with a hint of concern hanging on his words. My worries wash away as I stare into his honey eyes

"Im ok, just tired" I shift closer to him. Now shoulder to shoulder, he rests a hand on my knee and he occasionally squeezes it reassuringly

"Good, I've been worrying about you." he lets out a relieved huff as a small smile paints his soft face while his index finger taps my kneecap gently

"Worried? Why?" my voice grows from a worried whisper, varying tone, to a fluidity of words

"I don't know, I just worry that Tom may hurt you" his resting hand slightly grips my knee. I let my head rest on his shoulder as I listen to his slow breathing, every once in a while catching a few beats of his heart

"Well, he already has. But hey, I'm still alive!" I comfort him as his mind seems to be racing, his eyebrows begin to furrow in thought

"No, I mean badly hurt you. You're-" he pauses as he stumbles on his words "You're not the first." he finishes, his head hung low and his shoulders hunched. His sudden change in tone takes me by surprise, however I keep my head on his shoulder

"I gathered that." the once comforting atmosphere becomes sad and heavy, and the air starts feeling thick, making it hard to breath.

"There was another girl before, she was a bit like you in a way. She fell for him after a while. They had a kind of trauma bond, or at least she did. He would beat her, rape her, sometimes even cut her. He hated her guts, he despised her so much that he began loving her, and he hated that. She was naive, she followed Tom around like a lost puppy; became a pet in a way. He was awful to her, he starved her and made her take drugs and - I don't even want to tell you the worst he did. But anyway, once he was done with her, he killed her. So please, don't be like her, you need to get out, find a new life far away from here. Just please don't let things get to that point." his voice breaks as he describes the torturous things this girl experienced, his grip on my knee tightens even more and he can't even bring himself to look me in the face. We stay silent, him reminiscing on the girls demise, me trying to think of anything to say in response to such a deep story.

"Gustav, I'm strong. I will survive this." I reassure him, yet upon hearing of that girls horrific demise, I'm not sure I will. I want to tell him about my plan to escape, to end this horrific line of torture and hate, but I just don't know if I can trust him yet

"You're too pretty to be treated so badly." I thank him, thinking he may just leave, yet he speaks again, this time looking me in the eyes. His face softens as he opens his mouth

"You remind me of renaissance art, you are so beautifully sculpted, your smile is omnipotent, it holds the power to light up a heart, just as the moon lights up the night sky. Your eyes hold a thousand stars which all twinkle individually like fireflies in a dark forest. I don't think you understand the potency of your beauty, and even I crave you in the most innocent form, I crave to hold you as you sleep, or to hum you songs as you lay in my arms." his soft copper eyes meet mine as words spill out of his mouth freely, speaking each thought that crosses his mind. I smile at him, tilting my head, however I have no clue how I'm supposed to respond to such a compliment. So instead of answering back, I bring him into a hug. His arms wrap around my waist and ever so slightly squeeze me as my arms lock around his neck and they rest on his broad shoulders. Our breathing synchronises as our chests press together and the warmth in his body transfers to mine, sending sparks from my fingertips all the way down to my toes. As we sit interlocked in each others embrace, I hear his shallow breathing fasten in pace, he rubs circles on my lower back as I finally allow myself to melt into his honest touch.

The feeling of this embrace is strong, it makes my heart beat a thousand times faster and my racing thoughts slip out of my mind. However, this hug is not lustful, it doesn't provoke sensual thoughts from either of us, or make me want to lean in to kiss him; this hug is full of purity, full of innocence. Our bodies lock together like pieces of a puzzle yet I don't feel the provoking blissful smog corrupt my mind, I feel a childlike virtue, lacking malice.

We stay here, with our arms wrapped around each other, and my head resting in the crook of his neck, neither of us pulling away from the tight embrace.