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Lest we forget our friends
By : CherubChild
Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson
Views: 2262 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Marilyn Manson. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. - Chapter List
I sighed, finally bringing some life into the room.
I walked up to those doors, but didn’t open them. I placed my forehead against the glass and stared outward at the man on the other side. He didn’t seem to notice me, so I assumed that they were tinted on the outside. I stretched my lips, and stuck out my tongue, blowing hot air onto the glass.
Blond, like the rest. Dredded, however. Like mine used to be, but shaved close and cropped like Brian’s. He had his hands in the pockets of his black skirt, over black pants, dressed from head to toe like a foreign Goth.
He placed his hands to the glass and knocked again.
Earlier I heard his name, but I hadn’t realized it.
I knew him. I’d seen him before. I’ve been in the same fucking room with him! The same fucking set. The same fucking studio. Oh, Mr. Tainted Love. Lipstick smeared like mine.
I had heard about his Neverland.
My beautiful replacement. The new Swedish boy toy.
“You mind letting him in, Jeordie? We’ve got plans. We’ll talk about all of this later.” I could tell Manson wanted to leave by the way he stressed all his words, but he felt like he was in a corner.
I smiled sarcastically, and put my sore hand around the door handle and opened. “You wouldn’t happen to have a smoke on you, would you?”
“Yeah, you’re going to need it coming in and out of here all the time.” Ginger laughed with me, which was wonderful, since I had almost forgotten what I wanted to do with him.
There stood Tim staring, wide-eyed and glowing, “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“Nice voice.” I stepped away, and let him pass me. He looked me up and down but didn’t reply to my little remark. He didn’t know who I was.
“Right on time, Mr. Skold.” Manson exclaimed, and then decided to approach me at the door. He leaned against the door frame beside me.
“We will talk about this later, understand?” His voice lowered, just so I could hear him.
“There isn’t anything to talk about.”
“I don’t like this tension. I have enough in my life as it is. So please, save it for later Twiggy.”
“Are you begging me?”
“I don’t beg for mercy.”
“But I want you to beg for mine.”
He leaned up very slowly, and placed his hand on the nape of my neck.
He kissed me on the cheek.
Right there I nearly melted. I succumbed to his kiss, and I felt broken and confused. Like a wife finding out that my husband had been cheating on me for years in advance, I could’ve slapped his face. Or did the manlier thing of shoving my knuckles up his ass for hurting me so much.
But I was a skinny little doll, who had other things to do. I needed revenge. I needed to make a phone call to Mr. John Lowery, a house call to Mr. Fish, and maybe even…. Well, what’s the use of only having two-parts of the blond army pastry, when you could have the entire pie?
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