When Your Eyes Meet Mine - Tom Kaulitz丰

PART 52

TAYLOR'S POV:

"Did you and Mr. Kaulitz have a sexual relationship?"  The man spoke looking at me intensely. It's been quite a long time since I last saw Tom. He was just not present in my life anymore. I cut off all contact after finding out the truth about Ria. It hurt me so much. I didn't know the whole truth and I fear ever finding it out. I couldn't get out of bed for weeks when he told me about the murder. I couldn't just act like nothing had happened. Pictures of me and Ria were decorating my room wall making me cry every time I saw them. I teared them off a few days ago not feeling anywhere near ready to face her again.

"No," I sigh frustrated that we're going through the same questions again. They had asked this at least 10 times every session. I was at the investigator—again. The case has been ongoing for quite some time. Ever since Ria's funeral. My heart clenches at the thought of her. I never knew how brutal Tom was behind that dark mask of his.

The investigator nodded and wrote something down before looking up at me. "Were you a minor when this relationship started?"

I stay quiet at the persons question. This just reminds me of the time when everything had started. Ria's words to Tom, Tom's words to Ria. My birthday is the cause of this ending the way it ended. It's the cause of me and Tom not being together anymore. The cause of Ria's death. If my
Birthday wouldn't ever happen, so wouldn't Tom's fucked up behavior. "Yes,"

The man wrote down on his clipboard not taking his eyes off of it. "For how long before your birthday had you been together?"

"Three months," I continue answering the answers shortly. The good thing about this was that I'm out of school. I was expelled and the information about being with my teacher was put in my record. Great, now I can't even find a proper job since my record is scarred forever.

"Did you and Mr. Kaulitz have any intentions of going further?"

"Yes,"

"When?"

"After I finish highschool," I spoke quietly not feeling comfortable enough to talk about this loudly.

TOM'S POV:

"I got the it." Bill spoke throwing files on the desk infront of me. I was in my office. Not at home, I never invited people to my home office. Images of Taylor coming here in that red dress will scar me forever. The way she looked that day. God has she turned me on.

"All the information?" I asked in the same deep and dark voice that faces everyone. I didn't forgive Bill for his actions. I never will probably. Layla was my everything back then, until he murdered her. Allegedly. I'll never know weither it was true or not. Layla is dead. She can't tell me anything herself.

Bill sank down in the sofa chair infront of my desk. He wore a white T-shirt with a black jacket over it. His scarf hung around his neck and his skinny jeans hug his legs. My brother always dressed a bit more girly, but despite his black eyeshadow and painted nails Crystal was still madly in love with him. "You think my team doesn't know how to do their job?" He chuckled, his piercing eyes looking at me intensly.

I shrugged. I didn't know much about his company other than the fact that they're a bunch of unfair people. "Maybe I underestimated you," I spoke running a hand over my facial hair. Fuck. I have to shave. I was getting old and my visible stubble beard wasn't helping. It made me look even older.

I opened the folder seeing pages and pages of printed text. I ran over the pages finding pictures of John on most of them. Other pictures showed the courts and lawyers he managed to bribe and out-do. Fraud. Pictures of many banks and companies he stole from swam inside the folder. I was intrigued. How did they not find him yet? I've been working against him for years. Hell had I seeked him out in less than 3 months. "The police," I started, flipping through the pages in the file. "What investigators found were clear signs of who had stolen,"

"He payed off the investigators. That's what people with a bunch of money do." Bill spoke. His words made my face harden. I glared up at him. Oh well fuck that. That's what rich people do, is he serious? It's like he's hinting me something.

I can't deal with this right now.

"Is your case going to court?" Bill asked me.

I looked back down at the files and shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. "Probably not. I'll just lose my teaching license. It's not like I give a fuck about that." I spoke clearly uninterested in the stupid case. I'll win it anyway. Taylor was 17 four months into our relationship so it wasn't thay big of a deal. But yeah, still, she was a minor at that time. Maybe some stuff will be put against me but I couldn't give a bigger fuck about it. I have a company, it's easily my main way of making money. Teaching was a side job that I decided on because of Layla. She always wanted to be a teacher. Just thinking about her sets my body on fire.

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Hey guys. It's been a long time and I'm truly sorry about that. I don't have motivation to write, I don't know what exactly to write. I know this story hasn't been updated for ages so I decided to write this chapter first before starting one for the other book. But hey, my life has had a lot of stuff going around this past month, well, since the start of summer really🥲 All I have to say is that this book is ENDING soon! But don't worry y'all, a sequel is coming up after this book finishes, I've been more focused on it as I had to get right information from this book to write in the next one.

Anyways, love you guys so much, your support really just makes me feel so glad that I published this book in the first place😊 It's been really a rollercoaster last year deciding weither I should really publish this or not. But by the help of my best friend I decided to put it on here and hope for the best❤️