Dreams Can Come True

54. David

My breath caught in my throat as I recognized David, a bottle of whiskey firmly in his hand and a bewildered look in his eyes. He exuded an unmistakable sense of threat as he stumbled towards me, his voice saturated with bitterness and anger.
My heart pounded in my throat as he suddenly stopped, mere inches away from me. The smell of alcohol hung heavy around him, mixed with an aura of despair and resentment.
Suddenly, without warning, he lashed out with his fist, hitting the wall next to my head with a dull thud. The sound of his rage reverberated in the quiet hallway, echoing like thunder. My heart seemed to freeze as I realized how close I had come to the danger he represented.
His eyes burned with restrained anger as he stared at me intently, his face contorted in a grimace of pain and frustration. The intense emotions in his gaze pierced me like arrows, and I felt paralyzed by the force of his outburst. His presence felt suffocating as he began to speak to me with a slurred tongue, his voice rough and sharp. "Ah, here we have the traitor," he growled, his words dripping with disdain.
I felt rooted to the spot, trapped under his intense gaze and the smell of alcohol emanating from him. His menacing presence quickened my heartbeat as I desperately tried to conceal my fear behind a mask of determination.
Suddenly, I snapped out of my trance, driven by a mix of fear and determination. With a powerful movement, I pushed him away, my hands trembling with adrenaline. "Stay away, David," I managed to choke out, my voice sharp with the fear coursing through me.
But he only seemed to come closer, his eyes full of bitterness and resentment. "I know it's not you, Elise," he muttered, his voice dripping with anger. "But I'll destroy this version of you, along with Bill." His threat hung heavy in the air, and I felt shivers run down my spine.

I tried to make myself appear larger, determined to show him that he couldn't hurt me. My hands clenched into fists, my body tense with the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I opened my mouth to reply, but before I could say anything, he reached out with his drunken hands towards my chest, a cry of fear escaping my lips.
At that moment, Jacob, Tokio Hotel's security guard, appeared, just coming out of the men's restroom. His presence brought a wave of relief over me as he walked towards us with determined steps and roughly pulled David away from me, pushing him forcefully to the ground. I breathed out deeply, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched Jacob intervene.

Upon hearing the noise, Bill and Tom rushed out, Bill's eyes wide with astonishment at the scene before him. His face twisted with indignation and concern as he looked at me with a worried expression.
I could see the anger in Bill's eyes, his muscles tense as Tom tried to restrain and calm his brother before something terrible happened.
On the ground, I saw David lying, his breath heavy and his face contorted with pain. Blood trickled down his chin, and his hand trembled as he wiped it away. His face bore traces of pain and anger, his eyes filled with a mix of emotions I couldn't decipher. The sound of his ragged breathing filled the air around us, a stark contrast to the gentle breeze blowing through the hallway.
A shiver ran down my spine as I realized how close I had been to the danger David represented. His gaze pierced mine, saturated with intensity and threat. I felt trapped in his staring eyes, a sense of discomfort and fear causing my breath to catch.
"Take her away!" Bill suddenly shouted, his voice piercing and urgent. The panic in his voice was palpable, a clear call to action to keep the situation under control. At that moment, I felt rough hands on my arm, and before I could react, I was led away by Jacob. The world spun around me as Jacob pulled me away, away from the threatening confrontation between the twin brothers and David, to a place of safety and distance. As Jacob held me tightly and led me away from the tumultuous scene, I heard David's raw voice, filled with anger and resentment, echoing through the hallway: "I'll get you!" His threatening words cut through the air like a knife, filled with an intensity that made my heart pound with fear.
At the same time, I heard Bill's piercing voice reverberate through the hallway again: "Let me go, I'll tear him apart!" His voice trembled with anger and determination. It was a heartbreaking moment, to hear Bill so upset.

As we sat in the car, I felt the gentle vibrations of the engine through the seat beneath me. My hands rested on my lap as I stared out the window, watching the buildings and streets blur past like a hazy film. Jacob, with his strong hands firmly on the steering wheel, sat upright and focused, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.
The atmosphere in the car was tense, yet I gradually began to relax. The warm air from the vents brushed against my face, and I breathed deeply, slowly releasing the stress of the recent events. My heartbeat, which had been pounding with fear, gradually calmed under Jacob's reassuring presence.
Jacob was an imposing figure, with an athletic build and a confident posture that reflected his determination. His dark hair was closely cropped, neatly styled, and his sharp features gave him a powerful look. His penetrating dark eyes were always alert, as if he were constantly scanning the surroundings, looking for potential dangers.
Since my arrival in this world, Jacob had been a constant presence in the boys' lives. He was not only their driver but also their protector and confidant. He always made sure they were safe, whether it was navigating through crowded crowds or protecting their privacy. His dedication to their safety was admirable.
As I looked at Jacob, I realized how much he had sacrificed for the boys. He had put his own life aside to support them, to protect them from the dangers of fame and the hectic life of musicians. It hadn't always been easy for him, but he was always ready, with a determination and dedication that I deeply admired.