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The Road To Hell	By : Crystal_Sugar Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson Views: 3438 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN MARILYN MANSON OR AM IN ANY WAY CONNECTED TO HIS FRANCHISE, NOR DO I KNOW ANY OF THEM PERSONALLY. THIS STORY IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION, AND ANY SITUATIONS OF THIS FAN FICTION ARE FICTITIOUS. THERE IS NO PROFIT FROM THIS STORY

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ANGEL'S POV

Today is Sarah's last day in California and then she's heading back to Texas. I felt guilty that I haven't really spent this week with her, but today we are supposed to be spending the entire day together at the mall like we used to.

"Are you sure you're not coming, babe?", I ask Manson as I add the final touches to my makeup.

"Nah, baby, I'm just going to stay home and relax. As much as I love my fans, crowds of fans and signing autographs is the last thing I want to do after finishing a tour", he responded, laying back on the bed.

"See you later then, daddy", I giggled, walking over to the bed to give his lips a quick peck.

Manson pulled me on top of him and pressed his lips to mine again, slowly and sensually.

"If you keep talking like, I'm going to want you to stay here in bed with me", he said in a low, gravely voice.

His lips crashed to mine again as his hands rubbed my back, gradually going lower....lower....until a car honking loudly broke us from our moment.

I said bye to Manson again and ran outside to get in the car with Twiggy and Sarah, Twiggy driving (because he knows the area well), Sarah in the passenger seat, and me in the back.

When Twiggy began driving, I knew he was on drugs. He swerved the car several times to avoid "the chickens", and Sarah kept glancing back at me nervously.

Just as I was about to speak up and take over driving, we arrived at the mall in one piece. "Here!", Twiggy shouted loudly, then jumped out of the car.

Twiggy was irritating and annoying patrons and store clerks to the point of security threatening to make him leave the store. I felt as if I were babysitting Twiggy the entire time and Sarah was silent.

We had been shopping and stopped at many clothing stores and already had bags full of stuff, which was desperately needed because I lost so much weight during the tour from my drug use that none of my clothes fit me anymore. Thankfully, Twiggy began to come down from his high, and we were beginning to get hungry, so decided to stop at the crowded food court to get pizza.

Right as we were finishing, Twiggy got a call from a groupie that he fucks with every time he's back in the area. So he decided he would rather spend the afternoon getting laid than shopping....Which was fine. What guy wouldn't? In fact, it was one of the few things about him that reminded me he WAS a guy. He loved shopping, he loved buying sexy dresses, he understood women and their emotions well, he loves makeup, etc. He was 'one of the girls'. And a blast to be around.

He said she was picking him up and he would leave his car with us.

As soon as he hurried away, Sarah broke her silence.

"I'm glad we're alone now, I really need to talk to you", she said.

"What is it?", I asked, worried.

She buried her face in her hands, "I think I'm pregnant", she whispered through her hands.

"What? Well congratulations, I'm happy for you and Pogo....", I began, but she cut me off, furiously.

"THIS IS NOT A GOOD THING!", she boomed, causing a few people nearby to stare. "I was doing drugs, drinking, and neither of us are ready for a kid", she said, tears brimming in her eyes, threatening to fall.

I rubbed her back, soothingly and quickly stood, pulling her to her feet as well and rushed out the mall.

When we got in the car, her face was stained with black tears that I gently wiped away.

"Shhh", I cooed. "You said that you MIGHT be pregnant, right? So you don't even know for sure. You could be crying and worrying for nothing", I said, trying my best to calm her.

"True....but I just know that I am. I've been having all the symptoms and have missed periods", she said, seemingly fighting a battle in her head, trying to convince herself she wasn't pregnant to ultimately believing she was.

"And besides, even if you are pregnant, it's not like you have to keep it....", I said, stopping dead in my sentence when her head snapped towards me, her glaring at me intensely.

"Are you suggesting I have an abortion?! That's murder", she spat bitterly.

I threw my hands up in surrender. "I was just letting you know there are other options. You don't have to let this....situation ruin your life", I responded.

Big mistake.

"Fuck you, you bitch. FIRST you tell me to have an abortion and NOW you are saying my kid will ruin my life?!", Sarah yelled then jumped out of the car, slamming the door behind her and quickly walking away.

I drove behind her then carefully pulled in front of her to block her path.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Sarah, that's not what I meant. I'm just trying to be here for you, maybe it came out wrong, but I'm simply stating the obvious that NO a baby would not be the best thing to have at this point in yours and Pogo's life! Pogo is on drugs and you are fucking 18! Sorry, but I'm not sorry for speaking the truth! You're my best friend and we have never bitten our tongues from what we truly feel and think, so if you don't like it, you will just have to fucking pull the goddamned stick out your ass and suck it up!", I shouted.

Sarah remained quiet, then after a moment got back in the car.

"I'm sorry I got so defensive, Angel", Sarah whispered.

"Don't be", I said, then pulled her into a hug.

I held her tightly a moment, then when we broke the hug, she said, "But if I am pregnant, I'm keeping it", and I nodded.

"Well, let's find out for sure", I said.

We drove to a pharmacy to pick up some pregnancy tests, and ended up getting 4 boxes of pregnancy tests, each a different brand, just to be sure.

We drove back to mine and Manson's house in silence. Before we got out of the car, Sarah stopped me.

"Don't mention any of this to Manson, I don't want it getting back to Stephen until I find a way to tell him", Sarah said.

"I won't, it will be just between us", I assured her.

Sarah hid the pregnancy tests in her mall bags so that Manson wouldn't see them, then we quickly went in the house.

"Baby, I'm home!", I screamed out.

No answer.

"Manson!", I yelled again.

"I guess he left", I said, turning back to Sarah.

We rushed to mine and Manson's room and Sarah immediately went to the bathroom with the tests, handing me one to take just in case she was getting a false positive or negative.

She ripped her pants down and began peeing on the sticks in front of me, frantic. When she was done, I took mine.

We waited for what seemed like an hour with her sobbing the entire wait. Finally, the 5 minutes passed and she inhaled deeply and closed her eyes before picking up the stick and I picked up and read mine. One by one she read them without telling me what they said.

"ALL NEGATIVE!", she clapped and screamed.

"Whew, you were all upset for nothing", I joked.

Just then her phone started buzzing and her eyes scanned her phone.

"It's Stephen, I need to get going", she said.

She pulled me into a hug. "Thank you for being here for me. For always being here. You're a great friend", she said to me.

I walked her to the door and then ran back to the bathroom and picked up my pregnancy test. Positive. Fuck.

I got in my car and drove back to the pharmacy and picked up another box of pregnancy tests. I went back home and took the tests. The results were all the same. I was pregnant.

I sat on the bed, not knowing what to do. A thousand thoughts were running through my head right now.

I walked to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of whiskey, downing it quickly....then another.

All of Sarah's concerns when she thought she was pregnant were now my own, I had been doing drugs and drinking. I'm even fucking drinking right now. It's a wonder this baby is even still alive with all I had been doing. I poured myself a third glass of whiskey and was consumed with guilt about halfway through it, and poured the rest down the drain.

"What the fuck am I doing?", I asked myself aloud. "What a pathetic mother I am. Are you okay in there?", I asked, prodding my stomach.

What the hell am I going to do?

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I paced the bedroom waiting for Manson to return home from wherever the fuck he was, when I heard a familiar ringtone echo through the quiet room.

I followed the tune to a pair of Manson's pants lying on the floor and pulled his cellphone from the pocket that he must have forgot.

By the time I retrieved the phone, the ringing had stopped, but I saw plenty of unread texts from a woman named 'Diamond', reading, "Where are you, baby? You said you would be here an hour ago. :( I'm just aching to have you inside me", along with a nude picture.

My eyes welled up with tears and I was heartbroken. I knew he couldn't stay faithful. But my sadness was soon overcome with rage.

I text the unfamiliar number as fast as my fingers could move "This is Manson's girlfriend, you goddamned whore, and if you ever see or contact him again, I will slit your fucking throat. I swear to you that", then I threw the phone into a wall.

I heard Manson pull into the driveway and stormed into the living room, so he could be greeted with my rage as soon as he entered the house.

When he opened the door, I slapped him as hard as I could.

"Where the fuck were you?!", I boomed.

Every muscle in his body tensed, as he lifted his hand to strike back, but then he lowered it and quickly walked away from me.

I ran behind him, following him to our room to find him staring at the hole I caused by throwing his phone through it.

"You fucking bastard, I know you were out cheating on me again!", I screamed, hitting him in the back.

He calmly sat on the bed with his hands in his lap, silent, angering me more.

I ran out to the kitchen, bringing back a butcher knife, making him jump back in fear when he saw me, and I charged at him.

"I should fucking cut your fucking dick off, you disgusting cheating, whore!", I screamed.

I could do it, too. I was so hurt and felt so betrayed that I could seriously hurt him. In this moment I want nothing more than for him to feel physically what I'm feeling emotionally.

He lunged towards me and grabbed my wrist that was clutching the knife with one hand and around my waist with the other as I thrashed to get free.

"Drop the fucking knife and we will talk, I will tell you what happened", he said.

I didn't listen, I kept my grip on the knife and continued to struggle, nothing he could say would be good enough, I would have to hurt him.

I didn't even stop when I saw his hand was gushing blood from the struggle of getting the knife from me.

"I will kill you and your fucking whore", I yelled back.

"Goddamnit, Angel, I swear I didn't cheat on you! Let this fucking knife go, NOW!", he screamed breathlessly.

I dropped it on command, with him quickly grabbing it and taking it back to the kitchen, returning a moment later with even more blood draining from his wound. And now that I was coming back to my senses, I felt bad and began to cry.

I gently pulled his hand up to examine it and kissed the bleeding gash.

He winced slightly.

I turned to go to the bathroom and get a washcloth for his hand, but he pulled me back to him.

"....but your hand", I choked out, through tears.

"It can wait", he said, between winces. "I just want you to know, when you left, a whore that I used to fuck before I met you called me and we were going to do drugs and fuck. I don't know what was wrong with me to even THINK I could do it, but I was weak, and I left to do it. But as I was driving there, I thought of you, my love for you, everything about you, and knew I couldn't go through with it or risk losing you. So I didn't even go. And I'm so sorry for even thinking about it, but I want you to know I didn't cheat on you", Manson said, now crying with me. "I'm so sorry", he repeated, clutching his wounded hand.

I pulled him into a hug and then desperately crashed my lips to his.

He tangled his blood soaked hands in my hair and pulled my lips further in his.

His lips moved in sync with mine and he pushed his soft tongue in my mouth, causing me to get a mouth full of his blood that was on my lips from kissing his cut hand.

Tears gently ran down both of our faces as we kissed passionately.

"I love you, Angel", he said quietly against my lips.

"I love you, too", I responded.

How could I ever think he would cheat on me or hurt me?
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