Around three hours later, 4 AM, I heard the lock on the door jiggle, bringing me to my senses. The door opened slowly to avoid causing any noise. Bill then dropped his keys on a nearby table, followed by his wallet. He then started to tiptoe to our bedroom clumsily; his body knocking into the walls. I immediately sat upright and pulled the chord on the lamp, sending rays of light to fill every corner of the room. He let out a loud squeak as he jumped in surprise, swinging around without much grace to look at me.

"Where the HELL have you been, Bill?!" I yelled, jumping to my feet, stalking over to him.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" He winked at me, suppressing a giggle.

I could tell immediately that this drunken thing was an act. I had seen him drunk too many times to fall for this lie. Relief washed over me, though, because he was safe. Pulling my twin close to me, I enveloped him in a hug, burying my face in his hair.

"You know I can see right through you, Bill." I informed him.

"Okay, so you caught me." Bill yawned out, his voice laced with boredom. I let out a soft sigh and pulled back to kiss him but I stopped the second I noticed something strange.

"Bill…Why are you wearing a scarf? It's the middle of summer…" I slowly asked as I started to pull off his scarf.

"Don't Tom." He pushed my hands away and fastened the scarf tighter around his neck.

"Come on, you must be hot in that…" I started to fumble with his scarf again.

"I SAID DON'T TOM! WHEN I SPEAK, DON'T YOU HEAR WHAT I SAY?!" He screamed, pulling away and turning his back to face me.

"What are you hiding from me, Bill?" I asked him, my voice filled with suspicion.

I quickly moved from behind him, spinning him around to face me, pinning him against the wall. With one hand, I pinned both of his hands down at his side so he couldn't fight me off. With my free hand, I slowly undid his scarf, pulling it off. Gasping loudly at the sight before my eyes, I let the fabric fall to the floor. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes as I looked at his neck; filled with hickeys. I slowly let go of his hands and backed away from him, a sharp pain ripping through my chest. I headed to our room and gathered my pillow, heading to the guest bedroom after. Sitting on the bed, I only stared into nothingness. I was too stunned to speak. That's when Bill came in to talk to me.

"Tom…I...I can explain…" He said shakily.

"Explain what exactly? That while I'm here, worried for your safety, thinking about how to apologize when I didn't even start the fight, you're out there with God knows who, doing God only knows what?!"

"It's not like that babe. I only had a few drinks. I was just having a little fun." He had the nerve to say with a small smile, as if he was thinking about it; enjoying the thought.

Just the thought of him with another guy made me sick to my stomach, let alone his use of pet names at that exact moment. Before I knew what was happening, tears were pouring out of my eyes. I started to breathe heavily and I must have been shaking because Bill wrapped himself around me, wiping away my tears with thumbs. As soon as his body touched mine, I threw him off of me; to the floor.

"DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING TOUCH ME!" I screamed out in rage.

"Tom, don't be like that…" Bill quietly said, the whisper of tears in his eyes.

I shook my head and flashed him one more look of disgust as I walked out of the guest room. He ran after me and wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me firmly in place. As much as I tried to shake him off, he just wouldn't budge. I sighed heavily and just stood there, tears still falling from my eyes. The second he shifted, I freed myself from his grasp and spun around to face him.

"You don't care about me at all do you, Bill?" I whimpered, wiping my eyes each time new tears fell from them.

"Tom…" He started before I cut him off.

"Whatever, Bill. Go and fuck around with whoever you want, I won't stop you," I started firmly. "Just tell me how you really feel about me so I can know the truth for once." I pleaded with him.

"I don't love you, Tom." Bill said flatly.

My knees immediately hit the floor and I let out a loud cry. I've been in many physical fights before but there's nothing that could amount to this kind of pain. There's no pain like when you've been betrayed by the very one person you thought could save you. The one person you thought you could trust. The one person who promised to be by your side through thick and thin. When they betray you, you'll feel what I did.

"You don't mean that…Bill…Please…You don't mean it…You don't mean it." I cried out, my head falling against his leg as I cried harder than I ever have in my life. My arms wrapped around his legs as if he would disappear if I didn't hold to him tightly.

"I mean it." He said firmly, his eyes clenched tightly shut.

"You…You don't…You don't, Bill…"

"Let go of me, Tom."

That's what made me snap. Whatever pity I felt for myself instantly turned into hatred and rage. I released his legs and stood solidly on my own two feet. I wound my hand back and forced my fist into his jaw. I then pushed him to the ground and walked out of the room, grabbing my keys and my sunglasses so I wouldn't be recognized. As soon as I opened the door, just the sound of Bill's voice cut my heart into pieces.

"Where are you going?" I heard him distantly call out; his voice laced with worry. My only response was the slam the door behind me.

Once outside the apartment building, I quickly slipped on my shades and started to walk. All I paid attention to were the cracks in the sidewalk. I must have walked for hours because before I realized it, the sun was in the sky. Sighing, I finally looked up. I had been circling the same ten blocks without realizing it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a girl staring at me and I heaved another heavy sigh. She ran up to me as I kept walking.

"Oh my God, you're Tom Kaulitz aren't you?!" She squealed with delight. Her smile was making me sick.

"No." I spat out as I continued to walk. She kept trailing at my side.

"Yes you are! You're Tom Kaulitz! Oh my God! Can I get a picture with you?" She giggled out in surprise.

I stopped walking and turned around, glaring at her; although you couldn't see it through my shades. My hands clenched and unclenched. This was not the time to piss me off. I already had my heart ripped out of my chest by the one person I trusted. I had little self control.

"I already fucking told you I'm not him you stupid little fucking fan girl. Go find someone else to fucking stalk, you dumb bitch." With that, I spun back the other way and started to quickly walk back towards our apartment, leaving the poor girl in shock behind me.

I circled the block that our apartment was on about fifty times. Each time produced stronger emotions. When my anger was successfully suppressed, I made my way inside. As I reached the door, tears had begun rolling down my cheeks once more. I breathed in deeply and unlocked the door, closing it behind me when I was inside.

Heading to the guest bedroom where I was going to be staying for a while, I stopped in the door frame. Bill was curled up on the bed, wrapped around my pillow. He was crying and I restrained myself from rushing over to comfort him. I tried my best to pull my anger back full force.

"What are you-"

"I'm sorry…" He sobbed out, cutting me off and catching me off guard.

"Sorry for what? You don't even fucking care about me anyways!" I spat out at him with as much hatred as I could gather.

"I FUCKING LOVE YOU ALRIGHT?!" He cried out, burying his head into my pillow to avoid looking at me.

"W-What?" I asked quietly, almost inaudibly.

"I love you, Tom. I love you more than anything in the world." He had turned to look me in the eyes and I could tell that for once in our relationship, he wasn't telling me a lie. The second I could tell he was telling the truth, there was no question in my mind that I would forgive him.

I slowly moved over to him, my emotions betraying me as the tears still kept falling. I hesitantly sat down and looked away. There was nothing I could think of to say. When I looked into his eyes, he shook his head. Ever since we were born he was able to know what I was thinking. This time was no exception.

"It was a lie okay? I don't want to keep being the one who causes you pain. I wanted to free you…" He started. "I…can't…I can't…stand...hurting…you…anymore, Tomi…I fucked up…I fucked up so bad…" He whimpered as he crawled over to me, sobbing into my shoulder.

"Why do you keep doing this stuff to me, Bill?" I pleaded with him again, tears falling from my eyes like a heavy rainstorm.

"I'm scared Tom…I'm scared…I'm scared of people finding out…I'm scared of 'us.'" He cried out.

"Why would you be-"

"I just am Tom!"

"Scared or not, don't you ever fucking do any of that bullshit you've been doing to me again, you got it?!" I warned him, my voice shaking.

"I…love…you…Tom…I'm so sorry…"

"I love you too Bill…please…don't do this to me anymore…I can't take it…" I whimpered, wiping my eyes furiously.

Wrapping my arms around him, I closed my eyes tightly. I rested my cheek on the top of his head, letting out small strangled sobs. We stayed like that for hours, until our eyes wouldn't form any more tears. I know I deserved someone better but I couldn't do that. I was in love with Bill and I had been ever since I knew what love was. Bill was my drug and I was the hardcore drug addict. I was already too far in to quit. Finally he had come to his senses and I was more than ready to welcome him with open arms.

I tilted my head downwards, capturing his lips with my own. As he pressed his owns lips to mine, he slowly pushed me back down on the bed, rolling himself under me. I slowly ran my tongue along his lips, begging for entrance. When his own lips parted, my tongue snaked its way into his mouth, massaging his tongue. He let out a small moan, a second before I did, into my mouth.

My hands slowly slid up and down his sides as I closed my eyes in fear that the marks on his neck would send me into a relapse. Slowly, my hands pulled up the fabric of his shirt and as I pulled away from his mouth, he let out a small whimper at the loss of contact. I grinned and blindly pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it across the room. His own hands pulled my shirt off, letting it fall next to the bed.

My lips found their way back to his immediately. One of my hands ran up to rest on his cheek, stroking it lovingly as I kissed him with a hunger. My tongue found its way back into his mouth and we continued just kissing for a while until I slowly grinded my hips down into his and we both let out a loud groan, our bodies craving more. He slowly rolled himself on top of me and broke from my mouth, only to latch his lips onto my neck, forcing a small moan out of me.

My hands slowly traced up and down his upper back before one snaked its way into his hair. I tilted my head back slowly, giving him more room. His tongue did wonders against my skin and I slowly opened my eyes. He pulled away momentarily, grinning down at me when he could feel my erection against his own as he grinding his hips hard into mine. I gasped and let out a loud moan. He then went back to work, sucking the tender flesh of my neck. I gasped softly once more when he bit down, sucking on the fold of skin between his teeth.

"Anybody hooooommmeee?" Yelled Gustav, entering the guest bedroom, followed by Georg, their eyes widening in shock the second they saw us.

Bill and I flung ourselves apart but it was too late; they had already seen us.