KEROSENE // Tom Kaulitz

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A day or so had passed since the passionate encounter that occurred between Bill and Renée. Since then, the two of them had been utterly in love with one another. Although, as soon as Renée began to grip onto a taster of real life, it would soon prove to go horribly wrong. However it would be a while until the girl would find this out. For now though, she was peacefully standing in the bathroom, looking into the mirror while she brushed her hair — her eyes remaining fixed on her reflection. She kept a smile on her face the entire time, feeling extremely happy that right now, she was just in love; and someone finally loved her back. As she brushed through her strawberry blonde hair, she felt a hand place itself on her waist, and she could feel a warm breeze of air on her ear.
"You're pretty." Said her new lover, kissing the helix of her ear affectionately. "Really pretty. I don't know how to look at anyone else again if I can't look at you."
"Feeling romantic are we?" Said Renée, turning around to face Bill. A smile formed on her face; and she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck.
"Of course. I just adore you." He pinched her cheek. He showed affection in a very cheeky way, nonetheless. He was soppy, but in a cute way. Renée found herself obsessing over him so much he'd show in her dreams. And to her it seemed like he was just as obsessed with her.

One evening, while Renée was laying in Bill's comfortable, Queen sized bed with fluffy blankets and pillows he got for her comfort — her eyes opened, and her attention was caught as she heard the voice of her lover coming from downstairs. Like he was on the phone with someone. She could pick up a few words, like for example: 'Of course... she... affectionate...' the conversation she was hearing caught her attention, and she chose to get up and listen. The most part of her decided it was intrusive and none of her business — she shouldn't listen in, but a small part of her told her this is what she should do, and it could benefit her in some way. It was then that she decided to go with her gut, and carefully and quietly leave the room. As she stepped outside and listened over the railing, just above where Bill was on the phone, she could hear the conversation crystal clear.
"Yeah, she's very well behaved with me. I just have to treat her nicely and she comes running to me." He said, pacing around back and forth in a rhythmic pace. Confused, Renée leaned in closer to the railing and listened harder. She wondered what possibly he could talking about. It couldn't have been her... he loved her too much for that. "It's just because you're too rough with her, Tom. You should be more of a manipulator, not a physical abuser. It didn't take me an hour to take her virginity." It was then that Renée realised how much this related to her situation, and she began to get concerned. Why would he talk about her like that? Surely he loved her? Especially that he mentioned that god forsaken name that she related with bad times.

A sigh escaped her lips as she watched him, still trying to cling onto some hope that it was a misunderstanding. Bill couldn't be part of Tom's whole scheme. Surely not. The two behaved completely different and Bill was genuine. How could this possibly happen to her after everything that happened between them?
"Maybe it's time for bed..." Renée mumbled to herself, deciding it was best to take herself to bed. Maybe it was another bad dream and she just needed to sleep it off. She rubbed her eyes sleepily and turned on her heel, groggily walking to bed. She was tired and confused, and figured she'd feel better in the morning, and she was just paranoid tonight. As she clambered into the warmth and comfort of the bed, she sighed and snuggled under her blankets, letting her eyelids fall shut, and let her body yield to sleep.

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A scream sounded and echoed through the bedroom where Bill had joined her into bed and fallen asleep. However the scream woke him right up, and he sat up quickly, looking around confused before realising where the scream came from. It was Renée. He looked at her, where she was sat up and panicking, hyperventilating about something he wasn't sure of yet.
"What's wrong, love?" He asked, trying to grab her shoulders to reassure her, but to his surprise she backed away from him, scrambling backwards until she slipped off the bed and fell onto the hardwood floor. Even then she backed up a little still.
"You fucking tricked me!" She exclaimed, tears forming in her eyes. "Don't touch me!" She said quickly, feeling hurt and offended that he'd abused her vulnerability as much as he did. She was already mentally damaged, and it killed her inside that he used it against her.
"Tricked you? I'd never!" Bill tried to reach a hand out to grab Renée's, but she was having none of it. She was sobbing and avoiding looking at him. It was then he decided what he needed to do was tell the truth. She'd force it out of him either way.
"Fine. You wanna know what that phone call was about, since you decided to invade privacy? Ever heart about curiosity killing the cat?" He asked, leaning into her more. "Tom and I, we're twins. I'm aware of what he did to you, and I was lucky enough to get my hands on you when you escaped. I was in on it the entire time. Seems like you caught me out though, huh?" Bill explained calmly. Although she noticed... a tear brimmed in the corner of his eye, and she had no idea why that was.
"Your brother? What?" Renée mumbled in confusion.
"That's right. Ever thought we looked alike in the face, even if our styles are different?" He taunted. Renée sighed and looked away, feeling a sense of exploitation and humiliation. "Since you found me out though, I might as well just hand you back over to him. I don't need you anymore now I've got what I wanted."

Shit.