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The move was hard, and your parents' divorce was even harder. Your parents couldn't stand each other and realized that pointless conversations wouldn't get you anywhere. They decided to get a divorce, and you'd stay with your mother, even though your father said he'd call and visit. You knew it was a lie. A sweet, convincing lie.

Less than two months had passed since her mother found a new man, and y/n wasn't particularly bothered by this arrangement, "let mom do what she wants as long as she doesn't get me into this," but over time everything changed, and she and her new boyfriend decided to start a family, the only problem was that he had a son, and this was a problem for y/n. T/i was a beautiful 16-year-old girl, still going to school, preparing for exams, all that, immersed in her studies, but she didn’t forget about her friends, even though she lost her friends due to the move. Living in the same house with Tom and his father was hell. Tom Kaulitz was a 17-year-old boy, only 4 months older, but that was enough, in his opinion, and in his father's opinion, it was clear that the older one has more faith, and this became a discord in their relationship. Living under the same roof with Tom was torture, real torture. He would slip a pack of cigarettes into her bag and complain so that she would be punished, just because he enjoyed annoying her. He didn't think it was anything wrong, he had fun, and when she approached him with complaints, his lips with piercings would twist into a disgusted, mocking grin. The most unpleasant thing was that he was everywhere, at home, at school, in the company of friends, it was infuriating