My Addiction - Tom kaulitz

moonlit heartache

I'm thrown into the passenger seat of a car, the cold leather seats embracing my hot body. The itching rope is removed from my neck and the driver hops into his seat, slamming his hands down onto the steering wheel. I tremble as the car coughs to a start, shooting off within the second. "Angel is it?" His gravely voice wakes me from my thoughts, snapping my head around to look at him, I hum the answer yes, the strain on my vocal cords making itself known. "Im not here to hurt you, as long as you promise to keep your mouth shut, we can both escape; together." My eyes widen, my heart jumping at the thought of getting away, a smile creeps its way onto my face answering his question. 

We swerve through moonlit streets, gravel flicking up behind the sleek cars tires, pinging against the windows, like hail on a tin roof. I hold the seat beneath me, my knuckles turning white as I fight the urge to scream in joy, my adrenaline bursting at the seams. I glance to the masked man, his dark, sunken eyes being the only feature available for viewing, his dark skin glistening under the dim, white light of the moon. Im jolted around as we crash through potholes and fly over speed bumps, our car not wincing at the fast paced beatings. I sigh, my hair flapping wildly as the cold biting wind weaves my hair around my face, its icy kiss burning my skin. 

"Hang tight, we're almost out." His hushed voice melts into the sharp whispers of the wind, realisation kicking in as the looming buildings become smaller, and smaller and smaller. I exhale long and hard, the tightness constricting my lungs loosening as the thick, polluted city air becomes easier to swallow, easier to breath. A smile creeps onto my face, my frozen eyes lightening, my stiff body relaxing into the now warm seat beneath me, my bare legs sticking to the shiny leather. We pull over next to an open field just past the train station, our dark car tucked perfectly into the shadows cast by the trees above us. 

The masked man turns to me, "Im Kamau." The white of the crescent moon hung above us, lights up his face, his dark brown eyes swallow me, and his warm complexion compliments his rich dark skin, "Didn't expect to have such an eventful night but, here we are." He chuckles under his breath as he tilts his head while he speaks, "Me neither, thank you for taking me with you." His eyes crease as he smiles, his balaclava covering most of his face. His presence comforts me, his innocence glimmering in his eyes, "Im glad I could save you, Angel." He takes my hand in his palm, his thumb grazes my knuckles as he speaks. "Do you think we're far enough?" I question, my nerves spiking, "No. But I wanted to stop to explain myself." His eyes crinkle once again, my heart yearning to see his smile, "Makes sense." I nod, "I don't mean to come off as a creep, I'm not here to hurt you." He squeezes my hand in his before letting go, then starting the car back up and continuing our drive.

The sounds of cars fading into the distance, would've relaxed me just one minute ago, yet my body jerks at the roaring sound of an engine revving, and the once comforting cold air now sends goosebumps down my arms, I turn my head to the Kamau, his once hunched body now upright, stiff. The engine revs again, its devilish growl growing louder, its tires screeching against the black tarmac road. "Kamau-" I start "Don't worry, I'm sure it's nothing." He interrupts me shooting me a half smile, although I want to believe him, I do not, so after taking in a sharp breath I peer into the wing-mirror, a car almost identical to ours trails behind us, its sleek black paint glimmering under the starry sky. "Kamau, speed up." I toughen my tone, glancing between the speedometer and the car behind us, he does as I ask and we shoot from a comfortable 70mph to 140 climbing. 

"Angel, I need you to relax, I will get us out of this." He switches gears, once again fastening the speed, yet the car behind us almost instantly does the same. More revving fills the empty silence, and within an instant we are behind the car which was once in our place. It swerves in the middle of the road, sending us hurling into its side, halting us, in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of an escape. My ribs crunch as the airbag ploughs into me, glass shatters, shards flying around the space coming from almost every angle, slicing my skin, spurting my blood into the air. 

The taste of iron and smoke clings onto my tastebuds as I choke on the black smoke clouding the crash. As I force my eyes open, I see hands warding through the smoke, clearing the view of me, collapsed onto the airbag suffocating my body, "Angel, get up, please we need to go." Kamau shouts as he shakes my body, "Please hurry." I lift my head up and grasp onto his arm, he drags me out of the distorted metal which once resembled a car, "We need to go." He swings me over his shoulder, brushing the debris from my bare legs as he runs. "Angel!" A voice coos from the wreckage, Kamau stops briefly, allowing me to get a look at the scene. Tom emerges from the smoke surrounding the cars, his hands tucked into the pockets of his baggy jeans, slices marking his face and a skin tight t-shirt hugging his torso. "What do we have here?" He walks towards us tutting as he nears us, I kick Kamau in the ribs urging him forward, beginning the third chase of the night. 

"Do not run." Tom shouts towards us in his usual nonchalant tone, "I have guns pointed at you both right now. And they will shoot on command. Don't make me give them the order." Kamau freezes, "Go!" I whisper "He's probably lying." I insist, "Angel, I'm so sorry but I cannot risk you getting killed." His voice breaks as he speaks, "No. No please. Don't make me go back. Please." I beg, tightening the grip on his shoulders as my tears run down his back, "Oh Angel. I'm so sorry, I promise we will get away, but I can't have you dead." He lowers me onto my feet, "No, no, no" My ankles shake beneath me, threatening to buckle at any second. 

"Good choice." Tom calls out, his voice now getting closer, "Very good choice." Tom grips my arm, spinning me around to face Kamau, pressing my body against his, his forearm around my neck, "Kamau!" Tom chuckles, "Wow." He nods his head as he rests his free hand on his belt, "Don't hurt her Tom." Kamau pleads, "Oh I'm not planning on hurting her." I shiver at his words, and in the corner of my eye I see him raise his arm, something occupying his hand, "Tom, just let him go, please." I whisper, my voice hoarse, "You shut the fuck up." He snaps, a gun now clearly pointed directly at Kamau. "Angel, I'm so sorry I couldn't save you. I am so terribly sorry." His voice trembles as he drops his hands by his side, accepting his fate, "No. Please Tom. I'll do anything just let him go!" 

*BANG*

A loud crack fills the air, his skull splitting, the lead piercing his soft skin. I yelp at the sound alone, not even bringing myself to look at him; to look at his dead, bleeding body.