Tom Kaulitz

You and Tom have known each other for a long time and are in love. Tom recently confessed to you. You agreed. But you didn't know another side of him: he's a gambling addict.

At first, everything was fine. He courted you, gave you gifts, spent a lot of time with you.

But then, when you moved in together and started living in Tom's apartment, he started acting strange.

He started spending more time in the room. He wouldn't let you in, saying you couldn't put anything personal there. Although that hadn't happened before.

One day you decided to approach him when he left the room.

• Tom, why do you always sit in your room and forbid me to go there? “What difference does it make to you?” he replied sharply and with a hint of irritation.

You didn't answer and just went to cook.

Three months passed. Tom became even more aggressive. You were constantly arguing over trivial matters.

"What didn't you like this time?" you asked Tom. — I didn't like anything. You oversalted the food again.

This continued for another 3 months.

One day you couldn’t stand it anymore and when Tom left the house, you finally decided to look at what was in his room.

You walked into his room. You didn't notice anything unusual. But you decided to turn your head and saw a computer. There was a game open and something else. A conversation with some girl? You couldn't believe it.

You checked the conversation but didn't find anything unusual. They were just discussing the game.

Then you hear the front door open. Tom has come home.

• I'm home

He didn't receive an answer and became suspicious. He walked further into the house and noticed that the door to his room was open. Tom quickly headed there.

When he went there, he saw you at his computer.

— What are you doing? I told you not to come in.

You quickly jumped up from your seat and moved a little further away from the table.

• I'm sorry.

He came closer to you and slapped you. You stepped back and grabbed your cheek. A tear rolled down your cheek.

You quickly left his room, went to the bathroom, and locked yourself in.