Call Out My Name|| Tom Kaulitz

epilogue - Tom

Three months later

'Fuck', the girl that was laying under my body moaned, tilting her head back and digging her nails into my back.
I just wished she could've shut up, so that I could've finished in peace.

I watched her squirm and moan at each thrust, looking at her breasts and face.
Her black hair fell messily on her face, her thin red lips parted and her mascara smudged around her brown eyes.
I closed my eyes as I continued to move, imagining blonde hair, plump pink lips, and her beautiful hazel eyes looking at me while I fucked her.
I bit my bottom lip, whispering her name under my breath and not caring if the girl heard me or not.
I was paying her either way, so whatever worked for me worked for her as well.
Not that I needed to pay her, I knew that her and hundreds of other groupies couldn't wait for me to finally break up with Pearl, but I still payed them, - it made me feel in control of something.

'Go harder Tommy', she begged me, screaming as if I was murdering her.

I opened my eyes, putting my hand on her face so that I couldn't see her, as I did what she told me.
Not because she wanted it, but because I wanted to come and I wanted her out of there.

'Shut the fuck up', I said, continuing to picture Pearl's body under me.
It was the only thing that got me going every time I slept with one of those girls.

She continued to scream and moan, while I finished just a couple of minutes later and moved off of her to lay on the bed.
I stared at the ceiling as I tried to catch my breath, feeling the usual sensation of nausea taking over me.
I didn't enjoy fucking other women, but it was the only thing I knew how to do.
After Pearl left me, I completely fell apart: I was drunk every night, either sleeping with a new chick each of those night, or breaking everything I had in sight.
I wasn't really getting along with the rest of the band, either.
They obviously took it better than I did, they didn't lose sleep over it.
They didn't stay awake imagining her next to them, touching them and telling them how much she loved them.
I tried to do it, to please her wishes and actually love her until I died, but I began to hate her as much as I loved her.
I hated her for leaving me, I hated her for moving on and doing whatever she was doing back in Italy, and I hated her because I still loved her to death.

'Wanna take a shower?', the girl said, as I laughed and turned to her.

'Yeah, in your own house', I said and I began to put my clothes on.
She rolled her eyes, but she followed my example and put her jeans and hoodie on.
She wasn't particularly ugly, she just wasn't Pearl, - none of them were.
They were just a fuck I needed in order to get my mind off of her, which always resulted in me thinking about her even more, but I still tried.

I walked her down the stairs and to front door, taking my wallet on the counter and handing her her usual 200 dollar bill.
She came to my house quite often, but she was starting to cost me more than I wanted to admit.

She took the bill from my hands and put it in her purse, then she crossed her arms on her chest and stood still in front of the door.

'What now?', I asked her as I brought a cigarette to my lips.

'You could be more romantic from time to time, you know?', she said, raising an eyebrow.

I chuckled and light my cigarette, watching her.

'I don't need to be romantic with you, Ashley', I smirked, 'I already pay you enough, and I know you like how rough I can be with you.'

She smirked back and stepped closer to me, putting her hand on my shoulder and standing on her tippy toes.

'I do like it rough', she whispered in my ear, 'but I think it's time to admit I'm a better fuck than Pearl is, am I not?', she smiled, proud of herself.

I immediately pushed her away and opened the door, so that she could've left.

'Keep her name out of your mouth', I warned her, 'you're just a groupie, know your place before I stop giving you your fucking money.'
With that being said, I slammed the door in front of her face, not caring if she was still outside or not.

I walked back to my room and threw myself on the bed, as I finished my cigarette.
Normally I felt like shit after having sex with someone else, but that particular day I was happy.
Me and the band were planning on starting the tour early, - just a couple of shows before actually touring all Europe in a few months.
And, luckily enough, those early shows were in Florence, where she was.
What a coincidence.
She had no idea what was about to come her way.

'Tom!', Bill yelled from downstairs, 'Tom, I'm back!'

Him and Jocy went out to go house-hunting: apparently they were planning on getting their own place, - about time.

He stormed into my room a couple of minutes later, not looking too happy.
I rolled my eyes and sat straight on the bed, staring at him.

'What is it now?', I said, ready to ignore his complaints as I always did.

'I saw a girl walking out of the gate just now', he said, crossing his arms to his chest.
Hear we go again.

'And?', I asked him, shrugging my shoulders.

'It's the third one this week, and it's Wednesday', he said, trying to look intimidating.

I laughed, shaking my head and throwing the cigarette in the bin.

'I didn't know the number of girls I fuck was any of your business', I provoked him, smiling.

'This is not going to fill the void, Tom', he said, 'fucking around won't make you forget her.'

I stopped smiling, and gave him a warning look.
I hated talking about Pearl with him, - he always reminded me of how much she loved me, how much I loved her and how great of a person she was.
So fucking great she left me to live her life in peace, - apparently I didn't give her enough of it.

'Whatever', I said, laying on my side and looking out of the window.
He took it as a sign and, sighing, he left my room.

After making sure he was actually gone, I stood up and walked to the mirror in my closet.
I smiled, looking at my naked torso.
I ran my fingers on the black ink that was covering my arms, some of my chest and stomach.
The work was almost done, I just had to get one last tattoo on my back and maybe a couple on my legs.

I always liked Pearl's tattoos, I just didn't like the idea of getting one myself, not until she left.
I got my first tattoo for Bill, but the pain of the needle felt so good that I got more.
My arms were almost completely covered, from my shoulders to my hands, - not to the point where the skin wasn't visible anymore, but there were quite a few tattoos on them.
I also had two on my chest, three small ones on my stomach, and another one on the side of my neck.
I liked how they looked on me, they made me look fearless.

I lifted my left hand and looked at the tattoo I had on the back of it.
There was a tree with its leafs falling tattooed on it, the same one Pearl had on her arm.

I brushed my fingers through my braids, pushing them behind my shoulders, and turned around to take my phone.
I hadn't heard from Pearl in three months, not that I ever sent her a message or called her, but it was time to change that.
It was time to make her feel the same way I felt.

I smirked as I clicked on her contact and looked at the photo I chose for her.
Her on top of me, with my shirt and a lacy thong on.
That view immediately got me hard, but I tried to push the thought of her bent in my bed out of my head.

'Get ready, blondie', I typed, 'I warned you, you can't get rid of me so easily.'

Smiling, I laid back down, wishing that the next month would've passed quickly.

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I know this isn't very accurate, but just imagine younger Tom with tattoos 😫