Chapter 32- Glimpse of the past

                                    

                                          
Anzelkia shivered as she pulled her coat closer to her. It was now the middle of November and it was starting to get chilly.  Her and Tom had gotten closer, spending time together when he wasn't busy with practice and shows, but most of the time she came along anyways, seeing how Tom couldn't stand to be without her. She had been doing a lot better and started a new medication shortly after she had returned. Her moods were more consistent and less severe, which brought her a sense of peace. The band had grown closer to the Anotonov family, becoming a part of the family themselves.
Her mother had offered Bill a modeling contract,which Bill and Anzelkia happily celebrated. He had begun to model on the side of his music career. He had changed his hair awhile back, it now sometimes standing in a very high Mohawk, the sides of his head shaved,while at other times, it was combed back into a cowlick. It suited him very much. 
Today was the big Milan fashion show, where her mothers work as well as some of her colleagues, would be presented to big upper class fashion critics. Bill would be modeling a special piece she designed, which she swore was meant for bill the moment she laid eyes on him. 
Anzelkia entered the building, rubbing her hands together for warmth, as she found the rest of the boys huddling in the corner, avoiding the rest of the crowd. Their popularity had risen quite high, so they got recognized almost everywhere and didn't seem to catch a break. While they appreciated the attention, they sometimes got sick of it. She unzipped her coat, revealing her dress. It was cold out but that didn't stop her from wanting to look good. She wore a black runched dress, the neckline scooping into a square, runching up into a corset shape that hugged her curves. The sleeves puffed out around her arms, tightening at her wrists. She wore her mesh tights and a pair of combat boots Bill bought her. Mesh and combat was kinda her thing. Tom chewed on his lip ring as he looked her up and down, doing his best not to get hard in front of everyone. he wrapped his arms around her, taking in her scent. She had smoked a cigarette on the way to the fashion show, the smell of fresh smoke mixing in with her natural flowery scent. Anzelika gave him a quick peck on the cheek, as a giant smile appeared on his face. Georg and Gustav mimicked them, making kissy faces at each other. Tom shook his head and laughed, nudging Georg's shoulder.
They found there spots as the show was beginning. They sat in the second row, behind the critics. Anzelika recognized a few, them having worked with her mom in the past. The lights dimmed and soft but upbeat music started playing. She watched a few models start to walk out, their hips swaying to the beat. Anzelkia immediately recognized the first few outfits, having seen sketches of them months before. Anzelkia wrapped her arms around toms forearm as Tom placed a hand on her thigh and gently squeezed, rubbing his thumb back and forth. They watched as Bill entered, wearing a very stylish suit. She glanced up at Tom and saw he had a big smile on his face. She always thought it was adorable how much he supported his little brother. 
Bill wore laced pair of leather pants, which conjoined with a leather and beaded corset that covered his chest. The outfit was complimented with chains and large beaded necklaces, them sparkling in the runway light. He wore feathered holsters that stood on his shoulders, the feathers raining down his arms. His makeup was done in his normal everyday look, the classic black Smokey eye. He looked so majestic. His runway walk was very much like him, sassy. 
The flashing lights and music Tom could tell was getting to Anzelkia, so he shifted his body towards her for comfort. She leaned her cheek onto his shoulder. They silently clapped to themselves as Bill walked to the back.  Tom turned and placed a kiss on her temple, watching her face scrunch up in excitement. He suddenly saw the look of excitement disappear from her face, it being replaced with a look of horror, as she clenched his arm tighter, removing her cheek from his shoulder, sitting up straighter. He looked up to the runway to see a quite tall boy with light brown hair and brown eyes with a chiseled jaw, wearing a dark green suit,the jacket hanging off his shoulders,revealing a white blouse, it slightly unbuttoned, with a golden pendant hanging down his chest, 
"Anzelkia?" He softly shook her arm.
She didn't move, her mouth was parted in shock, her face almost white. 
"What's wrong? " He leaned down towards her.
He saw as she swallowed nervously. She didn't take her eyes off the strange boy.
"Lucas...it's..Lucas"
Toms body tensed up, his jaw clenching. He immediately knew who she was talking about. The Italian party boy. The disgusting necrophiliac Italian boy.
He wrapped his arm around the back of her shoulder, pulling her even closer to him. She placed a hand on his thigh, him placing his hand on top of hers, lacing their fingers together. They sat this way the rest of the show. Tom would look over at her from time to time to make sure she was ok. She would look at him and give him a weak but somewhat reassuring smile. Georg had shot Tom a concerning glance, which Tom returned a "don't worry I'll tell you later" glance. Georg nodded and shifted his focus back to the runway.
She thought she never would see him again, but somehow, there he was.
After that first night with him, the slightest bit of anything she had felt for him had vanished, due to the absolute ick factor he gave her from his...well sexual fantasies.
But seeing him here again, it brought back a lot of past emotions. The main one being regret and disgust, but a few others she couldn't quite identify nor knew what they were.
The show had ended and everyone let out a round of applause, cheering on each fashion designer as they made there way to the front of the run way, taking a bow. Anzelkia and Tom and the other 2 boys cheered quite loud when her mother came on stage.
They made their way to the after party, Georg flirting with a model who had her eyes on him for most of the show. They found bill, talking to Ivanna and a very well known fashion critic. His name was Laurence Schmitz. He was a very opinionated man but he still had a big heart. 
"Oh my god Bill you were amazing!" Anzelkia examined, pulling him into a hug. 
He laughed as he hugged her back, pulling away and kissing her cheek. 
Tom hugged bill, congratulating him and smiling like an idiot. He was Bills number 1 fan, next to Anzelkia and her mother.  Laurence complimented on Anzelkias dress, as she did a little bow and thanked him. Laurence had always told her mother she would make it in the modeling world but Anzelkia would decline the offer, not wanting to fall under the sociatal pressure of becoming a model. 
They all talked amongst each other about another upcoming fashion show, which was one of the biggest annual fashion shows of the year. 
Anzelkia suddenly felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. She turned slowly being met with a familiar face. 
"Anzelkia?"
Her heart stopped. Her palms began to sweat
"Lucas..."





Annnd the necrophilliac Italian boy makes his return. Let's see what he has planned mwahaha
There will be mentions of r@pe in the next chapter so read with caution.