Love & death: Feel it all

Different yet familiar

Bill pov:

Nurse Maeve will do fine dead on the floor. She has stopped moving and the blood has completely been drained from her. She's dead now. But I couldn't care less. I feel more like myself right now than ever. I feel better than I've felt for over a year. Scarlett did something to me. She changed me. And it became exhausting. I won't be someone else anymore to make her happy. It doesn't work. And she'll love me anyway.
And I need to be tough and evil now that I have to get my daughter back. If Scarlett doesn't like how I act then I'll make her like it. She likes Tom when he's rough. I know she does. She has changed. Almost like her and I switched personalities. I became sweet and she became evil. I've had enough of that now though.

Scarlett will be happy to see me when I come back. And I just want her.

I look down at myself. Im naked under the hospital gown and I need to find my clothes. It's gonna be difficult to change, but I'll get over it. Surprisingly enough, I'm hard. It makes sence since I just woke up. But I wasn't hard when I woke up.

I realize that while I watche Maeve bleed to death, I was only thinking of Scarlett. How many people I would kill for her. And just the image of her in my head was enough to get me hard. It actually hurts. I haven't been able to jerk off or have sex for too long.
Another good reason why I need to find Scarlett... now.

Scarlett pov:

Dinner suddenly seemed like the last thing I want right now. Gustav must have realized something bad. I'm not sure if I can count on him comming back.

"I'm gonna get Tiffany over here. You need company." Georg says and pulls out his phone. I don't hear what he tells her, I'm too in my head to listen.

Why would Gustav run right after I mentioned Cat being kidnapped? If I was him, I would only run if I knew something that I didn't want someone else to know. Does that mean I was right? These dangerous people have kidnapped my daughter. I might not be able to get her back.
Could that have something to do with Tom being gone? Nothing could have happened to him right? I mean, he's Tom Kaulitz. But he is all alone. Bill isn't with him like usual.

"Scar? Are you okay?" Tiffany's voice brings me back to reality. I don't know what to tell her. The truth or lie. I don't say anything. I just look at her.

"Come on." She says, grabbing my arm and leading the way to the couch. We sit down and she puts her hand comfortingly on my thigh.

"Talk to me, Scar." She says. I really don't know how to put my feelings into words. I just miss Bill, Tom and Cat so much. Tom hasn't been gone for that long, but somehow I still miss him. And Bill is still stuck in the hospital and Cat might be dead or very hurt.

"I miss Cat." Is all I'm able to say. I don't want to sound pathetic, and Tiffany will understand that I miss my daughter. She scoots closer and puts an arm around my shoulders, hugging me sideways. It's comforting. But I just wish she was Bill or Tom.

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I didn't eat anything for dinner. We never finished it so we made something quick out of what we had already prepared. But I wasn't hungry. The sun has gone down and it's almost midnight. Tom still isn't home which is very unusual. I haven't seen him for almost 20 hours now.
I get up from the couch to go to bed. Tiffany fell asleep on the other end of the couch in Georg's arms. He has changed. A lot. They look like a normal couple. Georg probably hurt Tiffany at some point, but I think she changed him. I'm happy for them, I really am. I just wish I was like them.

Just as I'm walking across the hallway and I almost reach the stairs, the front door opens. There was no knock and I didn't hear the lock click. I stop in my tracks and look at the door, preparing for the worst. My heart skips a beat when I see familiar black and white dreads resting on strong shoulders on a slim, tall body. It's Bill.

"Bill!" I almost scream, feeling like I'm gonna cry while I run to him. I wrap my arms arpund his neck standing on my toes, forgetting everything about his injury.

"Ow ow ow, careful." He complains and slowly moves his hurt side away from me.

"Sorry sorry... I just missed you so much." I say, grabbing his face and looking deeply into his eyes. I feel a big black hole inside my heart being filled just looking into his deep brown eyes again. I missed seeing that beautiful color. But something is different in the way he looks at me. Different yet familiar.

"What happened?" I ask him. He doesn't look as happy to see me as I wanted him to.

"At the hospital, I met a nurse named Maeve. Apparently she has a son who is being used to blackmail her. I don't know exactly what she was gonna do, but she was at the hospital for me. Not allowed to talk to me. I got a name. Lana. We need to find her and protect her son." Bill says. I'm not as shocked as I should be. I'm used to this kinda shit now. I should have seen this coming.

"Where is Maeve?" I ask him, not looking away. I need to take in every feauture and emotion on his face right now.

"I killed her. Trust me it was my only option. This Lana person would have killed both Maeve and her son if I didn't." Bill says, pushing me further back into the hallways so he can close the door behind him.

"Okay... are you okay though?" I ask Bill. It's really all I care about right now. I just want him.

"I missed you." He says. I'm not sure if that's an answer of my question, but it warms me inside to hear him say. Before I can say anything, he presses his lips on mine. I missed his kisses. No matter how much I also love Tom, Bill's kisses will be treasured in my heart forever. His passion is special.
I can always feel through his lips whatever he's feeling. And right now I can feel how eager he is. We haven't seen each other for a while so I get that. I just don't know exactly how much we can do. I don't know the state of his injury.

"Bill... is your arm okay?" I ask him. He kisses me again before answering.

"It's fine. I need you, Scar." He says. The words send butterflies through my whole body. I missed his voice. Especially when he says these kinds of things. I wouldn't trade these moments for anything.

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