Bill Kaulitz Trump

Irma and Bill... How to define their relationship? It was strange... Not even they knew what they were. Well, to start from the beginning...

Bill was a senior in high school, but he'd repeated twice for being an idiot. He was seventeen now, and the leader of a street gang. He was aggressive with everyone, even the teachers. He wasn't expelled because of his situation; his parents were alcoholics and drug addicts. He spent all his time on the streets, never going home, not even to sleep. He hated it. There was trash everywhere, beer cans and broken liquor bottles on the floor. The cleanest thing was his room—tidy, clean, and organized. But he hated the place anyway. There were days he slept on the street to avoid seeing his parents, or at least that was until Irma came along. A girl a few years below him, barely fifteen years old. He saw her, and from the moment he first looked at her, she was his. He grabbed her by the hood and took her with him. They didn't talk much, but they were together every day. She let him sleep at her house, since her parents were millionaires and were always traveling; she was practically alone with the household staff.

Bill looked after her, protecting her from everything and everyone, advising her, albeit roughly. He helped her, even forcing her to study even though he didn't. He hated seeing her imitate his behavior. Once, he saw her smoking, or rather, trying to. And it didn't go well for poor Irma, because Bill snatched the cigarette from her and slapped her. It was the only time Bill had ever hit her.

Today, Bill was at Irma's house. He was next to her in bed, watching television in silence. But Bill noticed she was somewhat distracted, looking to the side...