Hurt- A Rammstein Story

Apologies For The Coffee

The late morning found its way through the window, bathing her room in golden light. She was already up, staring at herself in the mirror on the dresser. Her fingers ran absently over her collarbones as she looked herself over. Paul had woken her up thirty minutes earlier, alerting her to the presence of the rest of the guys. They were all getting ready for the day and she could hear their voices echo down the hall.

There was a knock at the door and she turned hurriedly threw on a pair of shorts, "Come in."

The door cracked open, Paul's head peeking in. He grinned when he saw her startled expression, "Nervous huh?"

"What do I care," She murmured, wiping some crusty bits of old mascara from her eyes.

Paul sauntered over to her bed and sat on the edge, watching her as she turned to fix her hair in the mirror. He laid back, turning his attention to the ceiling. After a minute or two of silence, he finally spoke.

"I missed you, Katze."

She smiled slightly, "I do have that effect on people."

He rolled his eyes, "Do you like doing that?"

"Doing what?" She questioned, turning her back to her reflection and staring at him in confusion.

"Acting like you don't give a shit about anyone," He rapped his fingers against his knees, trying not to look at her.

His words burned inside her chest, a gaping hole that radiated heat. She suddenly felt incredibly small and incredibly monstrous. She sat down beside him on the bed. Ashamed. 

She placed her hand over his fingers, stopping their movement. His eyes trailed up to meet hers but did not fully reach her. She was staring off, thousands of miles away, a screen of tears ready to fall. 

"Katze," He gripped her hand, yanking her back into the present. 

"I'm sorry-" Her voice cracked, she stared at the ceiling desperately attempting to keep from crying, "I didn't mean to be an asshole."

They sat together, stewing in their thoughts. The unspoken apologies, the forgotten feelings, the immense love between them that neither dared speak about but both knew existed. 

"They can't wait to meet you."

She stared at him, unable to find the words she needed to say. He didn't wait for her to respond as he stood up and kissed her on the top of her head. 

Paul slipped out of the room and closed the door behind him, leaving Kat with her thoughts. Outside that door awaited four men she hadn't met before, her brother, and a man she scammed the night before. She had a small feeling of anxiety over the situation. The unfamiliar was always terrifying.

She'd have to make the plunge eventually, may as well get it over with. She closed her eyes until she touched the doorknob. She kept assuring herself that everything would be fine.

What's the worst that could happen?

-

Kat could hear them talking before she could see them. Their boisterous morning banter made her wince as she turned the corner. The smell of cooked egg and hard salami permeated the air. There at a long dining room table sat three men. As she stepped into the room, they didn't seem to notice her presence.

One man smoking a cigarette sat beside another with a newspaper hiding his face. Across from them with his back to her, was what she could tell a lanky man who looked as delicate as a twig. In the kitchen, she spotted her brother and another man conversing. No sign of the large man from last night.