•Tom's P.O.V•

I was warm, my breaths were heavy and I couldn't stand the pleasure I was getting from her. I had to hold on to her, keeping her in a stable position as her legs were shaking on my shoulder.

her loud moans were echoing through my ears as I made her cum. I couldn't help but to grin at the pleasure I cost her, she was so tight and sweet that I knew I was close myself too.

She had this warm and loving feeling, so passionate, something that I have never felt before, in sex. She even had me whimpering into her ear which made me questioning myself.

I dropped her legs and positioned myself on top of her again, swiftly putting my cock back inside her. then I hold on to her tightly as I went fast, I wanted fast, I wanted to feel all of her but it was as if i couldn't get enough.

Her legs were still shaking and her eyes were closed by the pain, But I knew she liked it. I knew that the little monster inside her wanted it more than I do.

I groaned on the curve of her neck as my grip got tighter on her body. I thrust into her firmly and before I knew, my body spread with pleasure and I came inside her.

I moaned and her grip on my back got tighter, scratching it with her nails.

we both needed a few minutes only to breathe, my head was still on her neck where I could sense her heart pounding fast but it slowly went down as I just lay on her, hugging her with my arms around her.

I inhaled her sweat scent before I pushed myself up, slowly pulling out my cock out of her. She squeezed a little as I moved and a sight of relief escaped her lips after I got it all out of her.

Then I gently moved my lips on hers, she was still trying to catch a breath.

I pulled back, She opened her eyes and my heart dropped by her gaze, only she could make my heart pound like this.

"You alright?" I asked, a bit concerned that if she was still in pain or not. I shouldn't have listened to her, I should've just moved gentle tonight.

"Yeah... I think I need water," She muttered and I quickly got up from bed, "Got it," I chuckled, grabbing my boxers before putting it on.

Then I made my way out of her room, the room that I had once came and stole her but now here we were, but this time she stole me; my heart.

I went through her kitchen, I didn't need to turn the lights on. The house was small enough to just guess where the things were placed.

I picked up a glass off of the counter, wiped it, and filled it with the cold water.Then I made my way back towards her room but before I could reach her door, the wall with pictures caught my attention; again.

I stood there, admiring her face on the picture and this time I couldn't resist but to take it down of the wall, this one will come home with me for sure.

I went inside the room, she was now sightly seated on the edge of the bed, her gaze on my figure.

Stopping in front of her, I gently lifted her chin with my hand. "Here," I said, handing her the glass.

"Thank you," she murmured, taking the glass from me. I knelt down, my hands moving gently across her stomach as she drank her water.

"You've lost weight," I said, raising an eyebrow.

A bitter smile played on her lips. "Living with Tom Kaulitz, I suppose," she replied.

"At least you're fit," I added, attempting to lighten the atmosphere. I didn't want the conversation to make me feel guilty.

"I've always been fit," she said with confidence, rolling her eyes.

I smirked at her, but then my cellphone buzzed on the floor, jolting me from my thoughts. I grabbed it and glanced at the screen.

57 missed calls from Bill. "Fuck," I muttered. His name seemed to snap me back to reality. I... I had tried to kill Bill. my own fucking brother...fuck.

••Lisa's P.O.V••

yeah it's time to listen to ( No time to die ) Right now!

His cellphone rang and I watched as his expression changed, almost back at raging again.

He swiftly answered the call, taking a few steps away from bed.

"Yeah?" He said with his deep voice.

"Calm the fuck down," He suddenly yelled, causing me to jump slightly in my seat.

"I said fucking calm down,"

"Don't you fucking dare to raise your voice at me!"

"Know who you talking to!" "YOU GO FUCK YOURSELF!"

"UH FUCK," He shouted before smashing his cellphone into the wall. I gasped as he turned toward me. His face was a canvas of anger, his fists clenched tightly.

"We're leaving," He yelled, his harsh voice echoing through the room as he hurled my clothes in my direction.

I froze for a moment, utterly stunned. What on earth was wrong with him? How could he have turned so sick and twisted in an instant?

"RIGHT NOW!" he bellowed, his voice shaking me out of my shock. The glass slipped from my grasp, shattering into pieces as I jumped in surprise.

"You're sick," I mumbled under my breath, but to my horror, he caught my words. He took a menacing step closer, his grip firm on my shoulders. "What did you just say?!" he exclaimed and I felt tears welled up in my eyes, I was shocked by him.

"I said your fucking sick," The words came out of my mouth automatically, I was so overwhelmed that I had no control over it.

Suddenly, he shoved me forcefully onto the bed. I gasped as my back thudded against the mattress. In an instant, he loomed over my naked form, his hand pressing against my neck, "Think you can say whatever you want?" he spat, his voice dripping with rage.

I tried to open his grip by my hands but it was getting tighter each moment. My veins pulsed in my head, and I struggled for a breath as if everything was collapsing at once. he had gone insane... again.

His black braids were all over my face, making it difficult for me to catch his raging eyes. But Fuck this life and fuck him. I was unbelievably naive, thinking he had changed, but no... he's still the same twisted man who had kidnapped me from here!

I was out of breath, felt like dying for a moment but he suddenly loosen his grip and I gasped for breath, coughing by the pressure.

He swiftly pulled himself away and not a moment after, I heard the thud of his fist against the wall, followed by the sound of my belongings being tossed around.

"Ahhh," He spot, breaking all the things around him.

I sat there in disbelief, my body shaking from the sudden panic.

"Damn it, Damn it, Damn it," He mumbled after he calmed down a bit, after broking all my things onto the floor, after trying to kill once again. after all this time, after all the things we both went through....

I never thought that I would feel this way towards him, Towards anyone actually...but i loved him. I knew I do but he is making me insane by his actions, his words.

One minute he was my protector, saving me from all the dangers surrounding us, saving me from death itself and next minute, trying to kill me himself, putting all his anger on me, breaking me, Toying with my f-fucking stupid feelings.

I don't think he and I could ever have a good time together, because I know as much as I loved him, I hated him.

I hate him, i hate HIM! I'm so naive for letting him making a fool out of me.

I wanted to scream all these words at his voice but it felt like a weight on my throat, silencing me.

He was now resting his forehead against the broken wall, breathing heavily. It was silent for minutes, both of us just catching breaths but I couldn't help but to let a few tears stream down my face.

A few tears full of emotions, hatred, sadness and anger.

He made me happy for once, for fuck sake, just once! we had this moment and I let him have me, I let him to touch me, I let him to feel me and he just made them disappear like it was...Nothing. And now all I could hear we my heart shattering like a glass.

and each shard runs through my veins, the pain intense. Why does it hurt so much?

I found myself in a place where I questioned whether even death could bring me happiness or not. It was one of those moments where you surrender to everything and everyone. I had give up on him....and I knew he could sense it too.

After what felt like years, he turned to me, his head down like a child who's ready to beg for mercy, "I-Im Sor.."

It was all just lies.

"Don't..." I cried out.

"You can't just say that your fucking sorry after doing the most fucked up things to me," My voice trembled, and I burst into tears, my heart aching with emotion.

"YOU CAN'T!" I screamed as I grabbed a book that was laying on the drawer and throw it right at his chest.

He remained still, arms hanging limply by his sides, his gaze fixated on the floor.

"Because I-I can't forgive you, I would never forgive you," I choked out.

I could feel my tears blurring my vision and turning my eyes turning into a bloody red. He just stood there as I shatter into pieces, once again.

I had suffered to bring those pieces back together, to try to build myself from all the pains that i've been through. but now all of them faded away, my hope, my soul, my whole being.

His body trembled, as if holding back the storm of tears, his voice was chocked in his throat and all he could do was biting his lips firmly.

He couldn't even look me in the eyes, he stayed silent for a brief moment. Then, he parted his lips, and the words that fell out were like a bucket of ice water being poured over me. "Im letting you go," His voice cracked.

He then bent down, collecting his clothes. His eyes caught a glimpse of mine before locking his gaze into the floor again.

"Goodbye, Lisa," He murmured, And with that, he turned and walked away.

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i'm gonna come back and edit this man, i was writing it in rush because i knew i was so late for posting.