Love Don't Break Me:
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to date a member of Tokio Hotel? Well Bonnie did just that.
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Bonnie and her two best-friends attends the New York concert of TOKIO HOTEL. They go with excitement knowing they would...
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TOM KAULITZ
For a moment, I thought I had lost my mind. I looked down at Bill's motionless, lank body, bloody on the floor. I stood with my blood stained hands palm down on the mixer board looking through the glass ahead of me. Bonnie was banging on the door like a mad person but I ignored her. I could not see her. I knew that if I saw her, I would hurt her too.
"How long!" I screamed still staring at the glass. My hands began to shake and then my whole body followed suit. I looked at the mad man shaking with rage reflecting in front of me. The room remained silent and for this, I was angry. I turned quickly around to Bill who remained on the floor moaning in pain. His white shirt stained with blood from when I punched him in the face. I watched his hands slowly reach at his chest for comfort and I was forced to see his matching twin tattoos. Without warning, I kicked him. Hard, with all of my might in his side. He let out a loud whining sound and crawled into a fetal position. I glared down on him in anger. I felt nothing but anger. I was humiliated, disgusted, and most of all hurt. My brother, my twin brother, Bonnie.
"How could they?" I thought and with this, I kicked him again. The lamp remained knocked over on the floor from when I threw his body and glass from the table scattered about. "HOW FUCKING LONG?" I asked again, this time much louder than before. Bill, fearing another blow quickly responded.
"It was one time. I swear. At Georg's wedding, one time, that one time. I promise." He squealed.
"Your promises mean nothing to me! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE DOOR BONNIE!" I yelled out. Bonnie stopped banging immediately. "YOU FUCKING BITCH! You stupid fucking bitch! Both of you. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
"Tom please!" Bonnie called out from behind the locked door. "I am so sorry, I LOVE YOU!"
Her words sent chills through my spine and in a flash, I was at the door. I opened it to see her standing there in her same pink dress barefoot. Her face was red and full with tears. She opened her mouth to speak but I did not want to hear it. I closed my eyes and my anger took over me. I grabbed her mouth with one hand and wrapped my arm around her neck with the other.
"DON'T SAY A FUCKING WORD OUT OF YOUR WHORE MOUTH!"
Bill, who mustered up some strength, sat up holding his limbs and screaming through the open door. "NO TOM! NO!"
I held onto Bonnie covering her lips and mouth as she stared at me bug eyed over my fingers. "You better be grateful for those fucking babies my brother gave you because they are the ONLY reason I will tolerate you." She continued to look at me and when I felt her mouth began to move beneath my palm I squeezed tighter. Then tighter, and tighter, harder than I should have. Her arms held onto to mine trying to loosen my grip around her neck and mouth but I did not move, I did not say a word either. I watched as she began panicking searching for a weakness in me to catch a breath.
