Forgotten Pain

Title: Forgotten Pain
Characters: Bill Kaulitz, Tom Trumper.
Chapter One: Pain
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Bill’s thick dark locks hung around his face and landed on Tom’s chest.  He mumbled a few things underneath this breath, his nails slightly digging in on Tom’s stomach leaving little indents. Bill’s face formed a frown. What ever Bill was thinking or was stuck in it was pretty.

Simone’s hand came down hard on Bill’s face. His hair and face was a mess, just like his life.  Bill’s father stood in the door way watching with a smirk on his face, he was enjoying Bill’s pain. Fast tears fell from Bill’s pale face; an angry red mark lay on his skin.  Bill as he lay on the cold hard floor, Simone’s foot kicked him in the stomach. Bill started to cough up blood, a trail of blood still poured down his chin and on to the floor. His own mother’s words echoed through his mind.

“You little fucking faggot. You’re nothing to me” Simone hissed

“W-what did I-I do?” Bill asked

Bill let out a small gag as Simone’s foot collided with his stomach. More blood came up the back up, his stomach hurt so bad. Simone walked off laughing with Gordon, not answering her son’s question.

“Nothing but a fag”

Bill’s eyes shot open, hot tears fell down his face mixing with the sweat that still lay on his face.  Tom wrapped his arms around Bill’s shoulders pulling him in for a hug.  Bill moved around in Tom’s embrace, so his face was in the crook of Tom’s neck.  Bill sobbed into Tom’s neck until he fell back asleep.

“Tell me what’s wrong Billa” Tom whispered before lying Bill back down.

Simone pushed Bill out of bed; he landed on the floor with a thud.  Simone laughed. Bill’s body was almost fully covered with bruises, he did had some scars.  Bill lay on his bed room floor while Simone walked around to the other side of the bed. What Bill didn’t know is what she was going to do. After that thought went through his mind, he was pulled up by the hair. He let out a loud scream.

“Shut up boy” Simone spat, slapping Bill over the face again.

Bill winced at the sudden pain that ran through his face.  He didn’t dare open his eyes to his mother. Simone dropped him on the floor, Bill screamed out in pain. His dark locks fell around his bloody face.  Bill held his head in his hands, forcing the tears back.

“Get ready fag”

Bill’s nail’s dug into the sheets at the young memories of his crappy childhood. Ever since he was 10 this all started  with the abusing and the name calling, from the people who are meant to look out for him not abuse him like his mother and father did.  Tom’s voice slowly pulled Bill out of his memories, scratch that bad memories.  Bill’s eyes fluttered open, those once lively, happy eyes Tom once saw where now filled with pain and hurt.  

“Billa, what’s wrong?” Tom asked quietly