KEROSENE // Tom Kaulitz

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I sat down in between the two boys, trying not to acknowledge the desperate urge I had to vomit right now. I stayed put and watched them both throw back a couple shots of whiskey. I noticed them started to get significantly more tipsy the more they drank, and I wasn't exactly allowed any, especially now I'm suspicious that I'm pregnant. The boys kept leaning over me and touching my body, trying to seduce me with all their might.
"I'll get you two another bottle." I said at one point, pushing myself off the couch into a standing position. And swiftly, I left the room. I headed to the kitchen so they weren't suspicious, and as soon as I got inside I began to hyperventilate, feeling terrified with the current state of the boys after drinking as much as they did. There was a high chance one of them was at least going to be able to be with me tonight whether I liked it or not. I forced myself not to cry my makeup off, so I just tried to control my breathing and relax my posture. I opened a cabinet and grabbed another bottle of whiskey, and filled some glasses up with ice from the freezer to keep their drinks cool. I brushed some hair out of my face and decided to head back to them, putting the fresh glasses on the glass table, as well as the new bottle. As I was about to turn away again, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and pull me onto their lap. I could feel the difference in strength; and I could tell from the clothes that the one who pulled me onto their lap just now must've been Tom. Again, logic had to win over instinct for safety reasons, so I stayed completely still and didn't resist. A few wet kisses placed themselves on the base of my neck, all the way up to my jawline.
"Tom, this isn't the time, my nausea is killing me." I mumbled, clutching my stomach. I was hoping he'd take the hint and decide to lay off for now and luckily he did do as I asked and let me go.
"You can't model lingerie and just not have sex. C'mon, you're all about temptation. Let me at you." He was speaking a little more slowly due to the toll the alcohol took on him.
"Tom please..." I whispered. I couldn't be less in the mood right now, especially from how sick I felt. "Another time I promise, I'll let you. Just not while I'm sick... please..." when I noticed him sigh and shove me away from him, and kick me by my stomach into the floor, something inside me suddenly snapped. Maybe it was a maternal instinct being that he went for my stomach, and me just having the instincts of a pregnant mother, but I grabbed one of the glasses with the ice cubes in it, threw the ice cubes at Tom and smashed the glass on the wall. I began cursing any profanity I could think of  and felt my last meal in my throat intertwined with my heartbeat racing. As soon as I heard a catcalling whistle from Bill, I instantly just dashed away from the scene hoping that Tom was too tipsy to chase after me, and maybe he'd forget in the morning. However what happened was the exact opposite.

Tom arose from his seat in a fury. He quickly paced after me and shoved my weak body into the wall.
"Listen, I didn't want this shitty baby of yours, and besides, it's not even mine. It's Bill's. There's no use keeping this baby inside you. So here's your choice, I either beat it out of you right now, or it dies over time because I'm not feeding you." He threatened.
"W-what? I can't keep it?" My eyes went wide and I stared at him in horror. I couldn't care less about how the man had my wrists pinned to the wall, I was concerned about the baby... my baby. 
"Tom come on... it's my child. Let it live." Bill said, walking up to his brother and standing next to him, trying desperately to change his mind and let him keep the baby. However Tom wasn't having it. He just began kicking me in the gut, repeatedly and agonisingly. Each kick was harder than the last, making it an extremely anguished experience overall. That paired with the idea of losing my baby was mentally painful.
"You knew you loved me, Aceline. You loved me the day I took you. Why would you have sex with my brother and let him get you pregnant?" He said, enraged. "You're no angel like I thought you were. You'd be pregnant with mine right now if you were." He said in a low tone.
"Please, Tom! I'm sorry! Just let me spare it and I swear right after you can give me your own child!" I pleaded, hoping something would work... but it didn't. He kept kicking me.

Over

And over

And over

And over again.

I felt all my organs contract around each other, my stomach tightening and an agonising pull in my lower abdomen. I cursed and screamed at the pull. I had no clue what was happening, or why this man was so cruel. But the pain, physical and mental, was enough to spiral me into hysteria. I don't know how long it'd take me to recover from the loss of my unborn baby. It was then I knew it was gone already. Barely just came into existence, only to come straight out again. Blood spilled down my legs onto the floor, pooling underneath me so I could 'revel' in the sight of my baby, that my kidnapper didn't approve of so he decided to beat the shit out of me to abort it. I hoped he'd regret it, I really did. Hopefully it turns out to be a dream. Hopefully he apologises for what he did, and he won't punish me for yelling at him. But a part of me knows it's my fault. My fault that my baby got killed. My fault that I had an attitude, and my fault for falling in love with Bill. Everything was my fault. He was right. I was no angel was I? In his eyes, I was just a selfish, annoying, wicked demon.