𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳 (gay)

My name is Tom Kaulitz, I'm 18 years old, and I live alone. I had a fight with my mom, and she kicked me out; she doesn't even speak to me anymore. I'm a gang member in my neighborhood, and I'm always in trouble with the police, but I don't even care. A year ago, I started dating Bill, a cute guy with a tough past. Bill told me his father abandoned him, and his mother is never around, pretty much the same as me. I fell for him in the park; we bumped into each other, and that's how we started talking. Something Bill hated was seeing me fight with other gangs, because he worried I'd get hurt. I felt guilty every time I got into a fight, but I couldn't show any weakness. One night, I was walking home after another fight in the alley—I obviously won. When I walked in, Bill was waiting for me, and he looked worried. As Bill tended to my wounds, I could see the concern in his eyes. Tom: "Baby, don't worry. I'm fine." I said, trying to reassure Bill.