KEROSENE // Tom Kaulitz

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"You're pregnant right?" Tom asked me, leaning forward over me as I sat on the bed. I gave a soft nod, my eyes half closed as I answered him.
"The test was positive, yes." I said. A part of me was concerned about whether or not he'd find out I was already having his brother's baby, but I decided that for my own safety I shouldn't tell him. I casted my eyes downwards, a part of me looked guilty and ashamed, and not to mention afraid that he'd find out about the truth. If he did, I don't know what that could foretell about my future. I sighed gently as I felt his thumb on my chin, pulling my head up towards his; his lips grazing against mine.
"I never once doubted you, Renée." He whispered, brushing his thumb against my cheek. I took a few soft breaths, allowing myself to try and feel comfortable. "I knew you had what it took, and I'm almost certain that you're my soulmate."
"Your soulmate?" I repeat, my eyes opening to look more curious and innocent as I made eye contact with the man. I didn't think it could ever get to a point where I'd consider him to be my soulmate. I began to shake my head. "I don't think so... it can't be me." However my 'confidence' was short lived, as he seemed to be getting visibly angry.
"Aceline, if I knew we wouldn't have anything together; I wouldn't have kidnapped you." He said, grabbing a lock of my hair and pushing my head back roughly, making me struggle to rebalance myself. Once I did, I sat myself up and looked at him nervously, knowing I was definitely in trouble now.
"Tom..." I began, my voice beginning to tremble.
"Don't 'Tom' me. Don't stare at me with those pathetic eyes. You know you can be better than this. Do you understand, slut?" Tom demanded I answer him, and his tight grip on my hair never left as he yanked at it causing me to yelp. I was more focused on trying to get him to let go of my hair be for the feminine rage of having my hair pulled would take over — and that wouldn't end well for me, I was certain of it.
"Yes I fucking understand!!" I snapped, grabbing his wrists to try and get him to let go. "Let go!!" He however, wasn't having it at all and only yanked at it more to provoke me. I was getting notably nervous that I'd lash out more than I already did, but even how much I snapped at him caused him to appear angry. Fuck.

"I'm sorry! It just hurts when you pull my hair!" I cried, trying to desperately prove myself and at least lessen my chance of harsh punishment. Tom grumbled slightly under his breath and let go of my hair, pushing my head down so I'd face the floor and reflect on my actions.
"You stupid girl." He mumbled. "Can't you do anything right? You always find a way to mess it up. I sure hope you don't miscarry that fucking baby."
"Why would you say that...?" I whisper, shaking my head weakly, in disbelief about the audacity he had to say something so hurtful again. "I won't miscarry it..."
"Is that so?" Tom asked, lifting my head up again, but this time by grabbing my throat. I cough, struggling against his grip. "You miscarried your last one, remember?" I quickly retort back:
"Because you killed it yourself!"
It was then he went quiet, and just stared at me like I hit a nerve. "I killed no child." He said calmly, but his grip on my throat became stronger and stronger. It seemed the more I struggled, the tighter his grip on me would get — this man could kill, no doubt about it. I knew if I didn't stop struggling he would finish me off in seconds "I've never killed someone before. You could be the first, Renée. It would be an honour for the prettiest girl I've ever seen to be the first person I kill." He smirked at me, his eyes darkening dangerously. This was life or death, I realised. I needed to stop this before it got any worse; so it was then I stopped struggling. And as I suspected, once I calmed down he began to let go of me, backing away. Instantly I began coughing to catch my breath once he released me, desperate to recollect myself. I carefully stood up, glancing around at all the lingerie I hadn't cleared up that he made me wear in the past. Perhaps it would help me get on his good side and be less of an enemy if I cleared it up for him.
"Need me to clean this up...?" I ask nervously.
"No, I don't. But since you're asking, you can instead come here and give me a kiss. I think I deserve it." He said, motioning for me to walk over to him. I instantly obeyed since I knew what was best for me, and stopped in front of him; glancing up at his... very handsome looking face. I had to admit it to myself even if I didn't want to. He was indeed very beautiful, and I could see the resemblance between him and Bill now I was really looking at him.

"What are you looking at?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and looking at me as I was admiring the structure of his face. I shake my head to distract myself.
"Nothing. You're just handsome is all." I say, slipping my hands up to his shoulders. Thankfully due to me being 5'10, I didn't have too much trouble reaching up to kiss him. Somehow, when I did this time it felt different. His lips were softer, he was sweeter about it, his touch was more loving... it was more enjoyable. I found myself enjoying this; hearing for more of it. However I knew better than to blindly obey him like he expected me too, I just had to pretend that I was and hopefully he'd let me go back home... once the two of us pulled apart from each other, I heard him speak again.

"Go on, tell me that we're soulmates. You know as well as I do that we are. We're meant for each other, Renée. That's why we're here, right?"