My Living Nightmare-Tom Kaulitzz

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I woke up, seeing my eyelashes flutter only just. I'm glad I woke up, I thought I was going to die. Why didn't Tom kill me? He probably killed Bill. Shit. I was lying in "our room" as Tom would call it. I sat up, which hurt my head. I stood there for a minute to wait for my head to stop to spinning.

I opened the door and ran down the stairs just to see Georgia, Jane and the red haired girl whose name I still didn't know. "Look who's awake, it's the man stealing bitch." Georgia said with a calm tone and a mad expression. Jane slapped her on the hand. " You and Bill are fine, plus, it was Bill trying to not her!" The red haired said. " Thank you Amara!" Jane said turning her head to look at G. Well now I know her name.

"Where's Tom and Bill?" I asked. "They're in the basement loading guns for the fight." Jane said pointing to the door next to the stairs.

I walked over to the door that Jane was pointing at. What fight? I thought to myself as I opened the door which let out a loud creak. I walked down the stairs to see an open space, with benches, blueprints, guns, car parts and Bill who was standing there with his shirt off. He had bruises and cuts all over his body from what happened the other night

"Look who's up." Tom said walking past me from behind. He sat down on a stool that was placed in front of a bench. "Come here." Tom said with his smug look that he usually has on. I walked over to him, he seemed different. He was being..nice. I almost gagged at the sound of me calling him by something that he could never be, but there he was in front of me being nice.

I stood before him, towering over him as he grabbed my waist and pulled me in close to him. He placed his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me so that my ear was in front of his mouth. "Next time don't shower without me" he said, his hot breath tickling my neck sending shiver down my spine.

He picked me up, as if I weighed nothing to him, and placed me in his lap. I stared down at the blueprints sitting on the bench. It looked like a warehouse. "Jane said something about a fight, what's that about?" I asked curiously. "We're fighting a gang tonight" Tom said picking up a gun that was tucked in his baggy jeans. He switched out the mag with a fresh one. He tucked it back inside his jeans.

"A gang?" I said confused. "Yep, stole my money and shot Georg. Revenge is sweet" he said pushing me off of him as he walked up to Bill, who was in front of a bench with all different types of guns. "But Georg is alive." I said in confusion. How could he be alive if someone shot him. "He shot him in the shoulder, he's fine now." Bill said looking at me. As if he didn't see what happened last time he was looking at me like that.

They were walking up the stairs and I followed slowly behind them. "Boys let's go" Tom said throwing some guns on the kitchen table. Georg and Gustav rummaged through the guns until they found one they liked. The followed Bill and Tom out the door, their 'pets' scuttled over to them.

I was about to walk out the door when I hesitated. Last time I went out Bill kissed me. I ran back towards the kitchen and grabbed a Glock 17 Gen 5 and tucked it away in the back of my jeans just like Tom did.

I quickly ran over to Tom's car, my heels clanking against the wet concrete. "Fuck me, what took so long?" He asked his face serious, dangerous. "Uh, sorry, my shirt got stuck." I said turning my head to face out the window.

Tom sped down the streets and stopped us in front of a warehouse. Everyone got out of their cars and walked around the side of the building. I followed them to a door that Georg kicked down with his foot. They all rushed inside holding their guns in front of them, ready to shoot anything that gets in the way.

I peaked around the corner of the door as some men had guns to Tom, Bill, Georg and Gustav's heads. They had their hands and guns up in the air. I grabbed the gun out, tucked in my jeans and ran in. A man with a mustache in a black suit grabbed Tom and had his arm around his neck, pinning the gun to his temple. I pointed the gun right in the centre of this man's head. Tom had his arms up in the air, as to not get shot.

I walked slowly closer. "So who are these pasty white guys?" I asked. "They're part of the Mafia, Yazukei. Shit fighters." Tom said smirking licking his lip ring in the corner of his mouth. I stared deep into his deep brown eyes, he nodded at me.

I pulled the trigger as the banger rang inside my eyes as I watched the man fall down to the ground, blood seeping out through the hole that I had put in his head. I heard three more gunshots, they were stuck inside my head like a catchy song.

Tom walked over to me tucking his gun back into his pants. He grabbed the gun from my hands. He grabbed the side of my face. "Good girl." He said to me, his voice soft, he had blood on the top of his forehead from the man I had..killed. He pulled my face into his as he sticks his tongue into my mouth, greedily.

He pulled me back into the car, we drove back to same way we came, fast. I shot someone. I actually shot someone. And it..killed him. I'm a murderer. Holy shit I'm a fucking murderer.

My mind was spiraling. I walked up the stairs and closed the door in my room. I fell to my knees, I placed my hands together and looked up into the ceiling. I'm not catholic, I've never prayed before. Maybe it won't hurt.

God, Jesus,

This is my first prayer. I committed a sin today. One of the seven deadly sins. I murdered an innocent man tonight. I shot him with a gun, a Glock 17 Generation 5. I know that it's really bad that I know this much about guns. This isn't how I planned my life to be living in Tokyo. Kidnapped, tortured by an evil man, speeding around in fast cars, this wasn't my plan. But you know what they say, God has a plan for everything. So you better have a plan for my life right now.

Amen.

"He wasn't an innocent man." Tom's voice sounded from behind.