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-The song was World Behind my Wall. Nuff said.

Alien

Chapter 27: Rooftops

The taxi ride wasn't fast enough, and me and Bill sat in a tense silence. Too many thoughts were running through my head at the moment. He kept his arms fully around my rigid body, you'd think I'd calm down a bit, but I was on edge. I couldn't stop bouncing my legs around and I was worrying Bill's hand between my own. My palms were sweaty and my breathing was erratic. I bet the cab driver didn't know what to think about us. He clearly knew of Bill's stardom, which is why were riding for free.

Bill's hushed voice told me to take deep breaths and I did what he told me to. I leaned my head shakily on his chest, I had to keep calm. I didn't know what was going on yet, I didn't want to freak over something like if it was a misunderstanding or something. I didn't want to have a panic attack over nothing. I kept trying to convince myself that it was nothing, but there was a tugging in my heart that knew otherwise. What if something horrible happened? Deep breaths. I commanded myself. Why couldn't we be home already?

I didn't think for the rest of the ride to my house. Whenever my thoughts would stray I'd think about Bill and how I loved him but was too scared to say anything. I kept my emotions in check afterwards because I didn't need him to be freaking out over me. We left the prom in a daze, and I think Bill texted the rest of the guys to tell them what happened, and that we were going to leave. I mean they should still have a good time right? Besides I don't think I could handle too many people surrounding me at the moment. Right now, Bill was enough.

I was feeling exhausted but my nerves were too would up to sleep. And I was thinking that after tonight I wasn't going to be doing much sleeping either. Things like this scared the crap out of me. I scooted to my door as we turned on my street, I placed my hand on the handle. I was getting ready to bolt for the door. Then I stopped. There was an ambulance and a few police cars too. I gasped. What the hell happened? I don't think my dad told me the whole story when he texted me.

I felt Bill's warm embrace from behind. "Please let me go in with you, I don't want you to have to face any of this alone either…" I was feeling agitated by his presence and his constant worry for me, but I knew it was only because of the situation I was in. I nodded and flung open the car door and tugged Bill out rapidly. I was running as fast as I could in heels, towing Bill along with me. Poor guy was tripping over his feet in our dark front yard. The motion lights were activated when we made it to the porch.

The door was locked so I had to knock. "Please calm down." Bill's worried voice said to me.

I cant calm down until I know what the hell is going on. I told him as soon as the door was opened. A county cop was standing before me flashing his light in my face, isn't it obvious that it's light enough out here in the first place.

"Name?" He asked me. I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest, taking one of Bill's hands with mine. I wasn't in the mood, cop or not. I was scared and pissed. Not a good combination if you ask me.

"Her name is Abby." Bill said for me.

The cop looked amused. "Ah Kaulitz. I wasn't asking you, I was asking this young lady, why don't you let her answer for herself?" This cop was a cocky bitch.

"She doesn't talk sir." Bill bit back, I'm glad to see him not taking crap from a cop. Especially a dumb one like him, I mean clearly I live here. Why else would I be wanting to come into a house with cop cars surrounding it?

"Abby?" I heard my dad call from inside the house. I heard the hurt in his voice. Screw the cops, my dad was in need and I had to be there for him. I couldn't let him hurt. I pushed past the complaining cop, let go of Bill's hand and ran straight to my dad who was laying on the couch with paramedics looking his head over. It seemed to be a little swollen.

I shakily dug my notepad out of my clutch and wrote down my words. I was shaky and I hope that my writing was readable because I could honestly care less at the moment. What happened are you ok?

"Where's my mom?" Bill asked kneeling down beside me, next to my dads form on the couch. The paramedic went to grab him some ice.

My dad scoffed and rolled his eyes at Bill's lack of concern for himself, and it would have made me laugh if I wasn't so damn worried. "Simone is alright, she is talking to some cops in Abby's room."

Bill read my mind and cocked his eyebrows. "Abby's room? Why in the hell are they in there?"

My dad sighed and accepted the cold icepack from the paramedic. "There was an intruder, and I guess when me and Simone came back from my restaurant we startled him. So he bashed me in the head with a book." My dad said lamely. "I've been through so much and a damn book takes me out." He found it slightly funny. I rolled my eyes, leave it to my dad to make something serious into a joke.

What about my room? I wrote, more neat and bolded.

He sighed again, prolonging the inevitable. He was going to have to tell me either way, why not now? He gave a deeper sigh and it pissed me off, I gave him a firm smack on the arm. Dad or not, if I'm pissed or being held in suspense I will smack someone. "Well the thief broke in…" When he didn't elaborate I gave hand motions to tell him to hurry up and finish. "But the thing is that the intruder only went through your things…"

My face paled. "What do you mean only her things?" Bill said confused.

"As in whoever it was is interested in her." I hung my head. I didn't need to hear this, all it was doing was scaring the shit out of me. "I'm sorry sweetie," My dad placed a calming hand on mine but I moved it away. I didn't want to be touched. "The cops will probably question you soon too. Simone is letting the female cop she's talking to know that you don't talk. So just write down what's missing." I sighed, stolen stuff. Fucking great.

Simone was glassy eyed as she walked out of my room. She didn't really know what to do or say. "Abbs, go." She muttered out. I shakily got up and declined Bill's requests to come with me. This felt like something I had to do on my own.

I walked the short distance to my room and nearly blacked out. My window was busted open and glass was laying everywhere. Books and clothes were strewn everywhere, nothing felt right in this room. I was terrified to step foot in it. So scared that the cop had to coax me in, saying stuff like, 'We searched up and down, there isn't anyone in your room, let alone the house. Besides your dad saw them flee into the black of night.' after a while of awkwardly standing there I finally walked in.

"You have to do a full room check to see what's missing got that?" She gently asked me, but at the same time she had that scary police authority about her too. I gulped and nodded. I heard the crunch of glass as I stepped through on it with my heels. I shuddered. I felt beyond creeped out. The female cop gave me a moment, not leaving the room but allowing me to have my space. She took a seat in a chair in the corner of my room. That's when I realized what was missing. My messenger bag full of diaries and journals. Who in the fuck…

"What is it?" The officer was so close I could read her tags. Officer Remfield was her name. She smelled of coffee and cigarettes. When I wouldn't answer her or try to communicate with her in anyway she sighed. "I went to college for psychology, I can tell when you're hiding something and this is one of those times. What is it?" She took out her journal and paused waiting for me to tell her.

My journals and diaries are gone. That's all I can see. I was freaking out. Do you know what I wrote in those diaries? My therapists have told me to fill up journals and stuff to get my mind open and cleared. I wrote about my past. Bryan. Cutting. Depression. Wanting to kill myself. My mom. Andy. Basically my whole life story is in those journals and now they have been stolen? Who in the hell does stuff like that? What kind of thief preys on some teenage girls thoughts?

I rubbed my temples as she talked. "I want you to rejoin the rest of your family while I call in the report got that?" She asked firmly. I nodded. At least my window was boarded up for the meantime, and a security system was being installed as we speak. Either way it didn't make me feel an ounce safer in anyway possible.

"What happened sweetie?" My dad asked as the last of the cops and paramedics left. The would contact us if we had any leads. It was dead quiet, the only thing I could hear was our breathing. Bill was at my side in a heartbeat. I loved this boy.

Whoever broke in took all my journals and diaries. I wrote down and showed everyone. I didn't care now, whatever happened, happened and I was going to have to face the facts.

"You mean the ones the therapists made you use?" I nodded. "Who the hell is going to break in and steal diaries?" He fumed. I could tell he was still in pain, but at least he was caring for me. I loved that.

Bill looked sadly down to me. "Why should a few diaries matter?" I could have smacked him, but he was genuinely confused as to what they meant to me. Hell why did they mean a lot to me?

I sighed and sat down with him at the end of the couch. I placed our joined hands on my fluttering heart. They matter because I used them to vent my feelings into. Like my whole life story is in there, and whoever took them is out to get me or something…

Bill gave a faint smile. "No one is out to get you lovely." He didn't sound too sure of that himself either. He gave a shaky sigh. "Want me to stay tonight? Or do you want to come over. I really don't want to leave you alone. I'm really worried about you."

Stay with me? I sighed, placing my head onto his neck. I didn't want to leave my dad all alone and I think he gathered that. I knew he didn't like the idea of having to stay here since it was recently broken into and all, but still. He was going to stay for me. And my heart swelled. I knew I loved this boy. I wondered if he felt the same?

As it got later and later we had changed into sleep clothes. It felt weird to lend him something to wear since he was a mountain compared to myself. But he looked oh so adorable in an old pair of cat pajama pants and a plain black tank. I was just wearing short pajama shorts and a long sleeved purple shirt. I was cold. And it wasn't the air making me chilly, I was actually getting chills. I was going to be too scared to go to sleep and I was honestly scared out of my mind.

I sat down next to Bill on the couch, that's where we were sleeping, because I refused to sleep in my room. No. Way. In. Hell. Like it matters anyways, because I was just going to be paranoid through the whole night. Imagining hearing noises, seeing shadows. Because that's what my mind does to me while I'm having a crisis. It makes it worse for me.

"Are you ok?" Bill asked for my benefit, but we both knew the answer.

I shook my head as he pulled the cover over us, enveloping me in a blanket of warmth. I think this incident has me shaken up a little too much. I'm not going to be able to sleep I already know, so I'm not going to try. The last thing I need right now are nightmares.

He gave me a sympathetic look. "Want me to stay up with you, I honestly don't mind lovely."

There is no way in hell that you'll be able to stay up all night and still go to school tomorrow. I taunted. We both knew it was true. Plus if he by some magical chance did stay awake he would be really bitchy in the morning. I didn't need a bitchy Bill on my hands. I say that for everyone's best interest.

"Well I can always try huh? I don't want to leave my best friend up all night with nothing to do. Plus I don't want you to be scared."

I rolled my eyes. Are you any scared right now?

He shrugged. "I mean I'm not scared, but your house has that eerie feeling to it. As if someone has passed away and you're scared to do something because of it?" I nodded, it's exactly what I was feeling. He attacked my lips with a gentle yet hungry kiss that made me want him. I knew nothing was going to happen besides kissing tonight. Because in all honesty I don't think neither of us were up to it.

My dad was in his room and Simone was back at her house with the rest of the gang. I still cant get over the fact that Bill stayed here with me, he was such a sweetheart. It still didn't stop the fact that he fell asleep. While he snored away I felt oddly calm and at peace. I felt safe in his arms. But I still didn't sleep, I was way too wound up and stressed to allow my body any time for sleep. I felt like I was pumped on adrenaline or something, which made me feel wide awake. It sucked.

I counted down the minutes of the clock before tomorrow officially started…

XxX

The new schedules we got were full of crap. I was royally pissed off because the only classes I had with Bill were 4th and 5th period. I was feeling odd that art was my last class of the day, but that's the past and I had to come to terms that it'd never happen to me again. I had classes with the rest of the gang, everyone but Shilo, seeing as she's a bit younger than us. I don't know what I was going to do without Bill in all my classes. I was going to freak out.

I yawned after Bill kissed me goodbye outside of my first period class which happened to be math class. It was uneventful. After class Bill didn't pick me up because his class was on the opposite side of the building and I couldn't ask him to do that for me. I had PE class next and we had to run so many laps around the gym. Enough to equal a mile then the teacher let us quit. I had Georg and Tom in that class so things wouldn't get so bad. I doubt they'd want me on their team, because I was one of the most uncoordinated people in the world. I wouldn't dare wish myself on them.

Whoever gave me metal works for my 3rd period class should die. I mean really? What school is going to trust their students to take a torch and melt metal in the first place? Apparently German schools. We didn't do anything at the moment, we only learned the rules of the torch and all that weird ass jazz. Maybe I could drop this class and pick a different elective? I've never wanted to switch classes as much as I did right now. I had fluffy ole Gustav in metal works. We made a good team because both of us hardly talked. And he was super friendly.

I was excited to finally get to see Bill in History class. I was nodding off and sleeping by the time the class was over anyways. Plus we had assigned seats and Baker and Kaulitz don't really fit next to each other in the alphabet. We practically sat across the room from each other, it was like our schedules were trying to keep us from each other. I remember sleeping and faintly hearing the bell go off in my mind but I ignored it. I was glad Bill was there to wake me. That would have been embarrassing.

"You have to sleepover tonight alright?" Bill exclaimed on our way to art class. He pulled me off to the side of the lockers. "Will you please? Max can even come too. I just think you need some real sleep and you didn't get any last night." I nodded with a smile. "Really?"

Why wouldn't I stay the night with you? You are pretty amazing you know. I rolled my eyes and playfully stuck my tongue out at him. His eyes sparkled and he bent down and took my tongue in his mouth. PDA. We kissed for a while, lips moving in sync.

"Ew you guys are gross." I heard Tom say as he stopped next to us. He rolled his eyes. "You all have art next right?"

I nodded.

"Well they have a sub, so be happy. Sit with me alright?" Tom said in a hurry as the 45 second bell rang. Such a wuss.

We all walked to the art room arm in arm taking up most the hallway, making the students mad. Well who cares what they think, it's not like they haven't done this before. I plopped my tired ass down in the first empty chair I saw in art class and laid my head down. Bill too a seat next to me rubbing calming circles in my back and that's the last thing I remembered before I fell asleep. I welcomed the few minutes I got before being shaken awake.

"Abby?" Bill's soft voice cooed me out of my sleep, I turned my head and looked at him sweetly, giving him a questioning gaze. I oddly wasn't angry that he disturbed my sleeping pattern this time. "The sub wants your attention." He pointed to the side of me and I turned all the way around to act like the good student I really wasn't.

When my eyes landed on the familiar eyes of the torturous person that put me where I am today. I didn't freeze up. I didn't stare at him. I screamed and flipped backwards out of my chair, over Bill and dragging him down to the floor with me. Overturning both of our chairs. Kids were hiding giggles and hushed whispers filled the room.

He walked over to where me and my best friend laid with our limbs tangled. "Do we have a problem here?" My nightmare was here. Oh god.

Bryan was here.

In my school.

:3

Wellll… ? :D

-I got 2 out within a few hours from each other, proud?

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- We're standing on the rooftops, everybody scream your heart out. This is all we got now, everybody scream your heart out! Never gonna regret watchin every sunset, we'll listen to your heartbeat, all the love that we found. :3

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