Collide ♔ Tom Kaulitz

c h a p t e r ♕ f o u r t y - t w o

My tear drops dripped down my face to my neck and into my light pink jacket turning it a dark rosy color. The backs of my hands were bruised and swollen from Leonardo's kicks and my relentless pounding on the oak cellar door.

My fingers and toes tingle as i rasp for breaths through my swollen and aching throat. My ear piercing screams did nothing to help soothe the soreness.

I began to picture the sight of my fathers right hand men bringing Tom's decapitated head on a silver platter. I grasped the fabric of my jacket as i began to panic and spiral once more.

"Breathe Fran. Breathe." I commanded of myself between gasps. I closed my eyes as my lips began to tremble with the rage that coursed through my body. I felt as if i could overflow, pouring out lava like the emotional volcano i was becoming.

"Stupid fucking Leo." I muttered as i pounded my bruised fist into the cobble stone wall. The pain sent jolting through my body made everything explode.

I flung myself from the dusty concrete floor as i screamed, "LET ME OUT OF HERE!!" I walked directly to the wall covered in precious and very expensive wine bottles. My hands trembled as i stared at my reflection in a dark green glass.

I grasped the edges of the large wooden shelf and in one strong pull, i sent it all tumbling to the ground. I cried as i watched the hundreds of thousands of dollars of wine loudly crash onto the floor and spill their fermented liquid all over. The echo of the glass pierced my ears and the last remaining ounces glugged from the remnants.

The bottles that my parents collected together over their entire marriage lie in shambles on the cellar floor.

BANG.

BANG BANG.

Shots tore through the now calmed cellar from the first floor of the house. My hand flew to my mouth as i heard the groans from men on the other side of the door. "NO!" My chest ached as i pictured Leonardo gasping for air on the ground.

The betrayal i had experienced had nothing on the years i've spent growing up with him by my side. He's my brother and in some sick and twisted way i could never stop loving him, no matter how horrible of a person he may be.

The patter of footsteps could be heard outside of the cellar door. I held my breath. Had my father come to realize he would never win this war? I knew the disgusting and prideful man would rather kill me himself that have Tom claim me as his prize.

"FRAN!?" A familiar voice made my heart leap into my chest. I cleaned the tears that blurred my vision from my eyes and walked quickly over to the door. "TOMMY! HELP ME!" My voice shook as i cried out for him.

His stride stopped in front of the cellar door as he finally found me. "BABY!! I'M COMING TO GET YOU!" The door rattled on the hinges as he tugged at the hardware. "Stand back Fran!" he commanded of me.

I took a few steps back as i refused to let my sight off the door. A single shot pierced my eardrums, deafening all sounds around me. The large arch top door swung open in an instant as the heavy metal chain Tom shot off the door struck the ground.

Tom, Bill, Gustav and Georg walked quickly through the door towards me as i cowered next to the opposite wall. Sorrow filled Tom's eyes as he spied the dried blood that graced my cheek bone, clinging to my ivory skin. He took my cheeks between his hands, the cool touch of the handle of his gun pressing against my face.

He tilted my head up and examined the bruises that circumferenced my neck. The muscles in his jaw became prominent as he clenched his teeth with rage. I quivered in his grasp, his eyes turning as black as the night. "Tom?" Bill lightly touched his brother's shoulder.

But he didn't budge.

"Tom?" Georg asked from his watch at the cellar door. Yet Tom's eyes stayed glued to mine as they expressed how sorry he truly was without ever saying a word.

Gun fire erupted from somewhere in my old home and Tom's intense gaze finally broke from mine. "Let's get her out of here." Bill said as he motioned towards the door.

"I'm not leaving until they're all dead." Tom let go of my face, leaving my skin lonely without the feeling of his touch.

"Dead?" My knees began to tremble below me. "My entire family?" I refused to follow the men out of the cellar.

Tom sighed as i could tell he was itching to get back to the fight going on upstairs. "I will spare your mother and sister." Tom began to leave the room, the rest of the men following the leader of their pack.

"Tom you can't just-" I ran after him, tugging at the back of his black t shirt. "He can. And he will." Bill looked down at me, the black around his eyes piercing me like daggers. My swollen fingers achingly let go of the grasp of Tom's shirt as i fell behind the group.

"Here." Georg thrusted a small pistol into my hand, wrapping my fingers around the handle so i didn't drop the heavy piece of metal. "Georg I don't know how to use this thing." I whispered frustratedly, attempting to hand the gun back to him.

"You aim, you pull the trigger. Now move." He put a hand behind my back and pushed me in front of him. I gasped as i walked into Bills back.

His hand was to his ear as he answered a phone call. "Are you sure?" Bills usually silky tone trembled. His hand dropped down to his side while the color seeped out of his face.

"What?" Gustav walked back over to the group to see what the hold up was.

Bill looked towards his twin brother, "Father is dead."