Book two-chapter twenty six- "Can't stand it anymore."
Date: August 13, 2009 (yes, it's still the 13th)
Bill's POV
"You're going to walk to the store?" My twin asked me. He was drunk, for what reason I didn't know.
"Yes, it's not that far away, and my car is out of gas."
"Then take the Escalade." Tom insisted, shoving the keys to his SUV into my hand.
It was nice that he was worried, but I wanted to walk so I could clear my head. I'd nearly lost my girlfriend because of some moneygrubbing slut who refused to take a hint. It was safe to say that I needed some fresh air.
"I don't like driving the Escalade." I handed him back the keys and finished putting my shoes on. "I'll be back in an hour. Make sure Irene doesn't do anything stupid while I'm gone." Tom grinned, which made me add, "Same goes for you. Help Mom and Gordon get settled or something."
Tom saluted me, "Aye, aye boss." Then, he stumbled and fell when he tried to get up the first few stairs.
I rolled my eyes and left the house. I did the math on how long I'd be gone in my head. The walk to the grocery story was only about twenty minutes, and I should only be there for about ten minutes or so, and—"
"Billi!"
If a skank crosses my path five minutes from the house, I should be a little longer than an hour. I turned towards the voice and saw Samantha jogging towards me, her bleached hair flying and breasts flopping everywhere. I told her once before: just because you get a boob job doesn't mean you shouldn't wear a bra. I shuddered and turned away.
"Wait, Billi!" She caught up and looped her arm through mine. I shook her off immediately and she pouted. "I thought you liked cuddling," She trailed a fingernail up and down my arm and I batted her away, "You used to in bed." She purred.
"Samantha," I stopped walking and looked straight at her, "I told you, I stopped calling because I don't want to continue… whatever we had. It's over, okay?"
"But that's not a real reason!" she whined.
Mein gott, Irene was more mature than this woman- and Irene was seven years younger than her!
"Give me a real reason, and I'll go away."
"You annoy me."
"Not good enough," Samantha snarled. "Is it that girl you're living with?"
I blinked at her, "What girl?"
"Oh please. You think I don't read Bild? I know all about your possible 'girlfriend.' I'm starting to wonder if you dumped me for a goddamn child!"
"And if I did?" I asked coolly.
Samantha's jaw dropped, then she glared. "Then you're fucked up in the head! And I don't to be near any kind of pedophile!"
She stomped away and I smiled. Who cares if she tells some bullshit story about me to a journalist? All I'd have to do it deny it in an interview, and it would all go away.
At least I got rid of her.
I walked the rest of the way to the grocery store in peace, thankfully.
The store was packed with more people than I expected for this time of day. Usually, people are at home eating supper with their families at this time. I decided to get the heck out of there before I got trampled or recognized by a fan. I turned and smacked right into someone coming in the store.
"Sorry," I murmured, trying to go around the person, but they put an arm out to stop me.
I looked up at them and saw that I was perfectly face-to-face with a woman about my age with golden hair that curled at the bottom and the most stunning blue eyes I'd ever seen.
"You're Bill Kaulitz." She said with an innocent smile.
I nodded, "Yes I am. But now I'm leaving."
I ducked under her arm and got out to the parking lot. I thought I was safe until a hand grabbed my wrist and started dragging me out behind the grocery store. I looked up; it was the same golden-haired girl.
"What are you doing?" I asked hoarsely. "Let me go!"
My blood chilled when the girl let out a simple and harsh, "No."
With fear rising in my throat, I had no choice to follow her behind the building. We got to the loading zone where transports unloaded the merchandise for the store. She hauled me in between two obviously unused trailers and then finally let me go. We stood in silence until I broke it.
"Who are you?" I asked.
The girl smiled. "My name is Amanda, but my friend's like to call me Karma."
She smiled again, and it scared me. This girl's smile reminded me of people who always had a trick up their sleeve and something evil to be done.
"So why do they call you Karma?" I decided to ask for no apparent reason.
Amanda smiled that evil grin. "Because whenever I see someone who's done wrong, I like to give them a little taste of Karma, just for the hell of it." She shrugged and I raised an eyebrow at her.
"So is that why you dragged me back here?" I asked. She nodded in confirmation. "Why? What the hell did I do?!"
"I know about your little hoe named Samantha. And how you kept her a secret from your adorable little girlfriend, Irene."
I froze; ready to give my excuse for the picture, but Amanda tsked and waggled her finger at me.
"Don't bother trying to say she's not your girlfriend. I could tell by the look in your eyes in that picture that you really care for her." Amanda stepped closer and curled her perfectly manicured fingers around the collar of my shirt, "But yet, you betrayed her. Why?"
Amanda's eyes had gotten impossibly wide, staring at me with doe-like innocence in them. They were some very compelling eyes, especially with that smoky black eyeliner around them. I gulped in nervousness. What was this girl planning?
"I didn't betray Irene," I whispered, "I just.. never told her about Samantha."
Footsteps sounded from somewhere across the lot, but Amanda didn't move away. Instead, she pulled herself closer to me, so that her body was pressed right up against mine.
"Don't you think that hurt her, Bill?"
"I know it did," I answered, "But I made it better." Suddenly, I felt confused. Did I make it better with what I told Irene? Or had she just been faking it so I would leave her alone?
"No, you didn't make it better," Amanda whispered as if she'd read my mind. "She lied to you because the pain of betrayal was so strong that she couldn't stand just sitting in your house doing nothing."
"How do you know that?"
Amanda's gaze travelled down to my lips and she kissed me. I snapped out of whatever trance I'd been in at that and tried to push her away, but she was strong for someone so tiny! The girl retaliated by grasping my privates- hard. I yelled against her mouth and finally got her off of me.
However, before I could speak, she sound me back around and my heart fell. Irene was behind me, her face full of the exact betrayal Amanda had been talking about only seconds before.
"What are you doing here?" I asked Irene.
"T-tom was being stupid so I-I followed you here." She stuttered, rubbing her shaking hands together.
"See that? That's how she felt when Samantha showed up. Hurt, angry, depressed…"
I pushed Amanda away. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
The girl opened her mouth to speak, but Irene beat her to it.
"Don't talk to Amanda that way." Irene said, all traces of the stutter gone. I blinked at her in confusion.
"You know her?" I asked.
Irene nodded. "She's the one who stopped Donnie from kidnapping me when I was eight."
Amanda looked equally as shocked, but then she smirked. "Wow, kid. I'm surprised you recognized me. I mean, you ran away so quickly."
"How could I forget the face of someone who saved my life, no matter how brief the glimpse?"
"Ok, let me get this straight." I said, turning back towards Amanda, "First, you save her life. Now, you break her heart? Do you have mental issues or something?"
"No. Her heart can't break any more. Can it, kid?" Irene shook her head sadly. "Exactly. Therefore, I'm not breaking her heart. You've already done that. I'm just showing you what you did to her. And you know what? I think I've done a pretty good job, so see ya!"
Amanda danced away, humming "On the edge." Irene watched her go, waving to her as she passed her. Amanda smiled at her, but it wasn't one of her evil smiles: it was a genuine sympathetic smile.
As soon as Amanda was out of sight, I tried to explain to Irene what had happened, but she held up a hand and I shut up.
"Save it. I don't care anymore." Irene turned away from me and walked away. I followed her, still trying to explain
"But she kissed me, I swear!"
"I know."
"Then why are you upset?"
Irene stopped and took a deep breath. "Because everything Amanda said was true. I'm so upset about the whole Samantha thing that I just—" She paused and bit her lip. "You don't have to tell me about every girl you've been with in your life, I understand that, but I would've liked to know that there was a possibility that one would show up at your house. I mean, think about how awkward that would've been if I'd been at the house alone and she'd come by."
"Yes, that would've sucked. But I don't want Samantha anymore, I promise."
Irene started to walk away again but I pulled her back to me, away from the front of the store.
"Please don't walk away from me anymore." I whispered close to her face. I was so frustrated with everything that had happened these past few days that I just wanted to cry, and I don't think I could've dealt with Irene walking away from me.
"I don't know what to do anymore, Bill. All I've done since I started living with you is cause you pain, and cause myself pain, and I don't think I can stand it anymore."
Slowly, my brain processed the words she was saying. "So what are you going to do, then?"
"I don't know."
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Irene's POV again!
After an awkward and silent walk back to Bill's house, I went straight for the basement and locked the door behind me. Then, I went down and locked the outside door, too. On the walk back, I'd decided what I was going to do about everything.
I was going to leave.
I couldn't deal with the pain and the hurt anymore. Nor did I want to cut myself again, so going back to Canada was the best option I could think of.
Of course, Bill was one step ahead. He made me promise I wouldn't do anything tonight. But you know what they say: Promises are sometimes made to be broken.
The first thing I did was buy a ticket back to Canada online. The earliest straight-there flight was at 10:00pm, and I took it. Then, I called Andreas. I asked him if he could drive me to the airport. Naturally, he questioned me. I told him I was going back to Canada to visit my brother, and that the twins refused to drive me because of the late flight. I asked him not to call Bill or Tom, too.
By the end of my story, I could tell that the blonde didn't believe me, but he agreed to it anyway. I arranged our meeting place (the bus stop two streets down) and hung up.
Next thing I did was pack all my things away. I had a lot more stuff then what I'd originally come to Germany with because I'd moved some of my stuff from the summer house to here when I found out the living here would be somewhat permanent. I packed any new clothes I'd bought, but left my stuffed animals. I didn't need them anymore, anyway.
The last thing I did was write a note to the twins and Gustav and Georg. I explained briefly what I was doing and why. Then, I made my bed neatly, cleaned any mess that was downstairs. When I was done, I sat on the couch.
And I waited.
