Monster - Tom Kaulitz

You Can't Force Me

7 days later...

Bill kept inviting us to parties and more parties but we only agreed to go to a few since Nicki spent most of her time with her grandmother and I had to take care of my father. Well, only Nicki went, I didn't.

Because as I already said before, I hate crowded places.

When I was about to sip the first sorb of my coffee, I got a call.

It was... Tom? What does he want?

'Hi?' I said. Nobody answered 'Hey, if this is a joke, this isn't funny.'

'Hi.' he finally answered on the other end 'Why did you not come?'

'Because I have some things more important to do, and Nicki went to most of your parties, didn't she?'

'Yes, but the thing is that I don't want Nicki, I want you.'

I was stunned after hearing those words 'What?'

'Just come and I'll leave you alone. I just wanna-'

'Fuck me? Well, no.'

'No, I didn't mean-'

'Bye.' I said and hung up the call. I wasn't in the mood for parties right now. The only thing that matters is my father's situation.

When I was finally able to drink my coffee, there was a knock at the door. You can't even drink coffee without being calm, damn it.

"Hi. Who is-" My mouth opened wide when I saw who is "Tom?!"

"Get ready. You're coming with me."

Oh! But who the fuck does this guy think he is? "Oh, no, I'm not coming with you. Now go."

I was about to close the door but Tom put his foot just before the door closed, pushed it hard, and entered "I said, you are coming with me."

"Uhm, no. You can't force me!"

"Oh, yes I can."

Tom picked me up and put me over his shoulder as he walked to my room and threw me onto the bed, then rummaged through my closet.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing?! Don't touch my fucking stuff!" I said, pushing him, but obviously, I couldn't; two more Rubys were needed to move him.

He pulled out a pair of black jeans and a belt with perforated metal circles, a black tank top, and tall black boots. God, I would look like a whore going to a funeral.

"What? You're expecting an invitation to put on clothes?"

"First, you can't just come into my house on a whim and tell me what I'm going to wear. Second, you can't force me to leave. Third, if you don't come out of that door I'm going to file a lawsuit for breaking and attempted kidnapping, and fourth, how the fuck do you know where I live?"

"First, yes, I can force you to go with me. Second, they're going to give a damn about your lawsuit because I'm famous, a millionaire, and have better lawyers than yours. Third, ask your friend Nicki how I know where you live, and fourth, if you don't get dressed and walk out that fucking door, your father's not going to like being kicked out of the hospital because he forgot to pay his health insurance this month, right?"

"What did you say about my father..." I whispered, taking a few steps back "How do you know about my father's situation?"

"Your friend Nicki needs to learn how to shut her mouth up, won't she" He laughed "Look, I can pay your father's health insurance, but you'll need to come with me. Alright?"