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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 was our last day visiting in Texas and I must admit, I was going to miss it here. I have been struggling with homesickness whilst living in California, but this time would be different. I wouldn't really have a reason to return since Sarah was moving to California, and that's what kept me content with living so far from "home" before, was the fact that I would always be back to visit.

"Why so sullen?", Sarah asked, snapping me from my thoughts.

"Just thinking....I'm going to really miss it here", I responded.

Sarah giggled softly, and wrapped her arm around me. "As far as I know, planes will still be available in the near future and cars will still be around....I could be wrong though", Sarah, said chuckling.

I laughed lightly. "Yeah, but once you're gone I won't really have a reason to come back here", I said.

"Who needs a reason? Shit, we will still visit here all the time, at least one weekend of every month I will PERSONALLY drag you out here. Sound good?", Sarah stated.

I smiled. "Sounds great", I replied.

Sarah glanced at the clock on the nightstand. "Shit, I need to call Stephen again. He's been gone all morning and I don't know where he is", Sarah grumbled as she walked out of the room.

Right after Sarah left, I heard the doorbell echo loudly. Well I guess there's Pogo....

I heard faint voices in the living room, so I strained to make out who it was. Then, the man began screaming and I realized who it was....Ryan.

He was yelling back and forth with Manson and then I heard a scuffle.

I jumped up quickly, running to the living room to see Ryan and Manson rolling around on the floor hitting each other with Sarah standing over them trying to break them apart.

"What the fuck is going on?!", I yelled, causing them to stop throwing punches and look up at me.

Ryan stood up, holding his bloody nose. "Angel, get your shit, you're coming with me", Ryan said, as I continued to stare in shock.

"Now!", he screamed, causing me to jump and attempt to run out of the room to obey him, but Manson pulled me back, roughly.

"You're not fucking going anywhere with him, you're my girl and you are a grown woman, capable of making your own decisions", Manson hissed.

"Get your shit", Ryan retorted. "This evil man is going to ruin your life, Angel! You have a promising future and you're a good girl, but now you're going to jail, getting drunk when you're not even old enough to drink, and you look like you're on drugs! You've had your little rebellion so whatever point you're trying to prove can stop now! It's evident you can't be in control of yourself and you are too immature to make rational decisions, so you will be coming with me and that's that! And you're not going to continue this abominable relationship with this tranny!", Ryan boomed.

"Don't fucking talk to him like that!", I cried, backing away from Ryan.

"Is that something else you learned from your disgusting boyfriend? To disrespect your own blood for a man you barely know! I don't even think I can call this THING a man. This faggot doesn't even know if it wants to be a man or a woman", Ryan yelled.

I admired how calm and collected Manson remained, Ryan's insults and yelling didn't seem to bother him at all.

"I love you, but I'm not going with you, Ryan", I said, holding Manson's arm tightly. "I do know Manson, and I love him and want to be with him", I said, tears streaming down my face.

"So that's it? You want to lose your family and the only one's that love you behind this creature?", Ryan said, gesturing towards Manson, tears falling down his face as well.

"If your love is so conditional that you only love and want me around when I do what you and the bible say, and the second I step outside of that and finally have a thought for myself you don't want to talk to me anymore then fuck it. I don't need love with strings attached", I said, my whole body shaking like a leaf. But Manson's gentle stroking of my back calmed me tremendously and gave me the nerve to speak up.

"That's not what I'm saying at all, Angel. I just don't believe that THIS is you! How could you change this much in such a short amount of time? As soon as you hook up with this demonic bastard all of your religion and morals just fly out the window!", Ryan yelled.

"It was never MY religion. It was daddy and mama's that was foisted upon me", I responded. "Ryan, just please go", I said quietly. "Why don't you just go back to pretending I don't exist since I bring so much shame to you and the family", I added.

"Pretending you don't exist? I have been calling and trying to reach you nonstop! This queer was telling me that you didn't want to speak to me or your family!", Ryan yelled, causing Manson to tense up some.

"What?", I growled, turning to face Manson.

"I'm sorry, Angel", Manson said, lowly.

"WHAT?!", I yelled in his face. "My goddamn brother has been trying to get in contact with me and you have been hiding that?! You fucking know how much I wanted to talk to them!", I screamed, then stormed into the bedroom, slamming the door behind me.

I grabbed my luggage and began shoving everything back inside.

"Angel, I'm so sorry, baby", Manson said as he walked through the door.

I ignored him and continued packing.

"What are you doing?!", Manson asked frantic and began pulling my clothes away from me. "I made a mistake, I should have told you, but I was scared that he could make you leave me", Manson said, throwing my clothes across the room and now beginning to cry. "Please don't leave me, I love you, I'm sorry", he pleaded.

I sighed and turned to face him, wiping his tears away.

"I would never leave you. I'm just really fucking mad and need to be away from you right now", I said. "When did he call looking for me?", I asked.

"The first time that I knew of was about a few weeks in to you being on tour with me....then several times after that", Manson responded, sitting on the bed, folding his hands in his lap.

"When did you plan on telling me?", I asked.

Manson smiled coyly, "Not until you found out", he said.

"I am so fucking mad I can't even look at you, I....", I began to speak, but heard a knock on the door.

"Angel, it's me. I'm not leaving here without you....I have all day", Ryan yelled from the other side of the door.

I sighed and sat on the bed next to Manson.

Manson looked at me with a panicked expression. "Please don't tell me you're even considering this....you made a promise to me, Angel", Manson said, quickly.

"I love you. I made a mistake and I'm so sorry", Manson spoke again, as he laid on my lap and buried his face in my thighs.

"I love you, too. I'm definitely not leaving you, but I need to calm down. I'm going to go talk to Ryan, I will be back later", I said, as I gently pushed Manson's head away from my lap.

"I don't know how long it will take, so pack for me so we won't be late catching our plane", I told Manson.

He nodded, then stood and hugged me tightly.

When I opened the bedroom door, Ryan was still there, leaning against the wall. He glared at Manson and was opening his mouth to say something, but I stopped him.

"Do not disrespect him again, Ryan, or I'm going to ask you to go. This is a man I love and am going to be with, and I'm not going to force him to accept being verbally assaulted by you or anyone else", I spoke in a serious tone.

Ryan closed his mouth and nodded, then guided me out the door and to his truck.

We sat inside quietly, Ryan not looking at me, and me not daring to look at him. I know he was angry. He tapped his fingers loudly on the steering wheel, then finally revved the engine to life on his old truck.

"Mama and dad want to see you, you know", Ryan said, finally looking at me.

I shook my head. "Maybe another day", I said quietly. "So where are we going?", I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Uhh, no where in particular....just for a drive, so we can clear our heads and talk", he responded.

We sat in awkward silence for several minutes, then Ryan finally spoke again. "Really Angel, out of allll men, you choose Marilyn Manson?" Ryan scoffed and shook his head. "Why couldn't you have just stayed with Jeff?", he added.

I felt myself begin to get angrier by the second.

"Marilyn Manson is shit and is no good for you, and I'm going to say it whether you want to hear it or not. Why do you think he has been keeping you away from your family? I will tell you why, so he could keep you in your sinful behavior and to control you. He knows he can't do that shit with your family around, so he's trying to isolate you to abuse you, get that through your fucking head....You will regret leaving Jeff for him", Ryan ranted.

"Leave Jeff for him? Jeff and I were already broken up when I met Manson, first of all. Second, Manson and I have had our issues, but he's a nice guy and he has been very good to me. And for the record, Jeff was abusive to me and controlling. But y'all loved me with Jeff and chose to overlook his controlling behavior and I ended up being cheated on and miserable with that asshole, and he tried to pressure me into fucking him, but that was just fine with y'all because he said he was a Christian and went to church every Sunday", I said.

Manson has abused me, cheated on me, isolated me from my family, and just about everything Jeff has done, he has done. But, that is in the past now. He has changed. No need to tell Ryan about it.

"Earlier you accused me of my love for you being conditional, you said that if I only love you when you do what me and the bible says, you don't want my love. That is furthest from the truth. I still love you with all my heart, I just don't like the choices you're making. You're my baby sister that I'm going to always protect. But ask yourself, if you weren't what you are now, would Marilyn love you? If you went to church every Sunday, read your bible, believed in Jesus, and just an overall, God-fearing Christian, would he still want you? Or would he be ashamed to be seen with you?", Ryan asked.

That was a tough question. I knew the reality of it, if I were the way I used to be, I know Manson wouldn't be with me. But he loves me for who I am now. And who I am now is what matters.

"You're not answering because you know the answer is NO....So, if his love for you is conditional and has strings attached, why do you want it?", Ryan mocked.

I groaned. "That's not the same", I said.

"Of course not", Ryan replied, rolling his eyes and continued driving.

"So what all drugs are you on?", Ryan asked.

I froze.

"I-I'm not on any drugs", I said, stuttering over my words.

"Then what the fuck is this?", he asked, pulling my arm towards him, revealing that he saw the track marks on my forearm. I forgot to cover them with makeup this morning....Fortunately Manson didn't notice.

"Just because I have experimented, doesn't mean I'm a drug addict", I spat.

"So your heroin addict boyfriend has you experimenting with drugs....", Ryan began to speak.

"No! I did it on my own....It was a one time thing", I lied.

Ryan sighed. "Good. That shit can get you strung out fast", Ryan said. "Has Marilyn ever gave you drugs?", Ryan asked.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "No", I lied again.

"Has he ever hit you?", he asked.

"No....Why would you ask that?", I asked, adverting him from asking more questions.

"He just seems like the violent type of....'man'", Ryan said.

"He can be....But he's a really good guy. I think you would actually like him if you got to know him", I told him.

"I don't want to get to know his kind", Ryan spat.

"Don't be so judgmental and give him a chance....Now that we are together, you're going to have to deal with him a lot, so you might as well start trying", I said.

Ryan scoffed. "Yeah, we can become great friends, he and I. I can invite him to Christmas at my house, and I'm sure my kids will love him", Ryan said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

I chuckled lightly.

"I will try to get to know him and give him a chance, but no promises. And I'm only doing this for you", Ryan said, finally cracking a smile.

"That's all I want, thank you", I said, leaning over the seat to kiss his cheek.

"How long have y'all been together, anyways?", Ryan asked.

"A little over half a year", I answered.

"Wow....Please don't tell me you have had sex with him", Ryan said, quietly.

I blushed and remained quiet.

"Oh my God....", Ryan said awkwardly. "You should probably get tested", he mumbled.

"Just remember, safe sex is great sex", Ryan said, causing me to blush more.

"Ugh, please stop, Ryan. Please don't tell me you're about to lecture me and tell me about 'the birds and the bees'", I said, laughing.

"A little late for that I think!", Ryan said, cackling. "I just know mama and dad never told you about safe sex, just abstinence, and you need to hear it from someone, especially seeing as if you're now fornicating with....That creature", Ryan said, his mood going from playful and silly to bitter and angry.

"I don't think insulting Manson in every other sentence out of your mouth is giving him a proper chance", I said, quietly.

Ryan sighed.

"Well as much fun as this was, and great it was seeing you, I need to get back to Sarah's apartment. We are flying back to California today", I told Ryan reluctantly.

Ryan and I drove back in silence, but when we arrived, I asked if he wanted to come inside and meet Manson properly. He hesitantly agreed.

Manson was waiting with our bags in the living room with Sarah and Pogo when Ryan and I walked through the doors.

Manson tensed up, as if he were expecting more harsh words from Ryan, or another fight, but Ryan just stuck his hand in Manson's direction for him to shake.

"I'm Ryan, Angel's oldest brother....As you may know by now", Ryan said, kind of rudely.

"And I'm Manson, Angel's lover....as you may know by now", Manson replied, condescendingly, as he shook Ryan's hand and winked.

"I don't know how she talked me into this, but I have decided to not break your neck and will give you as fair of a shot as I would any of her....boyfriends", Ryan said, as if the word 'boyfriend' when referring to Manson put a bad taste in his mouth.

Manson looked shocked, and his smirk that was plastered on his face faded.

"You had better be very good to my baby sister, and keep her very happy, or I will change my mind, and then all your little Mansonites can figure out the mystery of what ever happened to Marilyn Manson and why he suddenly disappeared", Ryan said in a serious tone.

"I assure you, I will do my best to make her happy. I love her very much", Manson responded.

I smiled up at Manson warmly, and he slipped his hand in mine.

Ryan turned to Pogo, "Same goes for you with Sarah", he told him.

"And I need to have a talk with you later, young lady", Ryan said to Sarah.

She giggled and nodded.

"This is my boyfriend, Stephen, but you can call him Pogo", she said, gesturing towards Pogo, whom was remaining quiet and just evaluating the situation and his surroundings.

Ryan groaned when he took in Pogo's appearance, he had a full face of makeup on, his beard was parted and each side looked like a spike, and he was fully dressed in leather.

I gave Ryan a pleading look to remain friendly.

Pogo stuck out his hand, amused, and Ryan shook it.

"I'm sorry, Angel, but we really do need to leave" Manson told me, quietly, but Ryan heard anyways.

"Well I will let y'all get going then", Ryan said, turning to Manson. "Wouldn't want y'all to miss your plane", Ryan added.

Yes he would.

Ryan hugged me tightly. "If you need anything or if he isn't treating you right, call me. Please don't ever leave me out of your life again. No matter what choices you have made, I want you around....The kids really miss you, you know. That wasn't fair for you to just walk out of their life", Ryan told me, making me feel so guilty I could die. I was so caught up in my own life, being selfish, I didn't even think of how my nieces felt. They went from having me around everyday to never seeing me anymore.

"I'm so sorry....I miss them too. I promise I will call every day", I told Ryan.

After that, we all piled out of Sarah's apartment in silence. As Manson and Pogo loaded our bags in the car, I thought of how nice it would be to spend as much time with Ryan as possible before we left, so I told them I would drive to the airport with Ryan.

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The day after we got to California, Manson was packing to leave back to New Orleans to work on ideas for Antichrist Superstar with Trent.

But that was okay with me. It had been much too long since I have gotten high. I was almost desperate for him to leave. He must have sensed that because he kept cracking jokes about me being eager for him to go, and I could tell it hurt his feelings. I felt bad, but getting high comes first, Manson and his feelings come second.

No sooner than Manson left, Pogo called, asking to come over.

He entered without knocking, I guess he was getting pretty comfortable around here.

"Fuck, I missed being alone with you. That was a long week in Texas", Pogo said, pulling me into a tight hug.

"It didn't seem like it there, you barely fucking talked to me....Or even looked at me", I responded, sounding angrier than I intended, as I put a hand on his chest and gently pushed him back.

"I'm sorry. I just didn't want it to be awkward or for Manson and Sarah to sense anything going on between us", Pogo said, hugging me tightly again.

"Sense anything going on? There isn't anything going on between us", I said, pulling away from him and sitting on the couch.

"....Right", Pogo said after a moment and sat with me.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out what I had been desperately craving.

"This is going to be so much more difficult for us when Sarah gets here next week", Pogo mumbled as he cooked the heroin in a bent tablespoon.

He's right. I didn't really think of that when I invited her to stay with us. I was drunk and excited for her to move to California. Had I thought about her hindering mine and Pogo's heroin use, I certainly wouldn't have invited her to move in, even if it would make things easier for her over here. Getting high comes first, Sarah comes second.

"I can't believe you did that shit, there's a reason I haven't asked her to move in with me....Since she wants to act like my goddamned mother", Pogo added, as he now filled the needle with the liquid and held out my arm, tying it off and injecting me, then himself.

"I asked you this before, but why are you with her if you feel this way? You avoid her, you complain about her, you have a long distance relationship with her, y'all live two different lifestyles and don't see eye to eye on almost anything....I don't get it", I said.

Pogo shrugged. "Love is a funny thing", he said as he placed a hand on my thigh....It was shaking. He seemed nervous.

He timidly looked down at me, I have never seen him like this, he has always been so confident.

"I think I'm falling in love with you, Angel", Pogo said.

I didn't know what to say. I have grown very close with him, and I know he has been hitting on me and trying to start something more between us, but I didn't know he was falling in love.

I don't have any feelings for him, but I definitely have been wanting him more and more. It is becoming impossible to fight these urges. I could just....

Right before our lips touched I just then realized we were both leaning in and getting closer.

And with that, he kissed me, gently pressing his lips against mine.

I allowed him to kiss me a moment, then pulled back slightly. I would have completely stopped, but his blue eyes stared down at me so intensely that I felt my pussy heated, and his lips begging me to have them against mine once again.

He slowly leaned in again, and pressed his lips to mine. He offered his tongue to my lips, and I accepted him in my mouth, though hesitant at first.

He placed his other hand behind my head and tangled his fingers in my hair.

As I kissed him, I felt a twinge of guilt. What was I doing with Sarah's boyfriend? She has even confided in me about their relationship.

But, the guilt was quickly erased, because drugs do that.

His phone rang and made us both jump out of our skin. Sarah was calling him.

Every time we were doing something we shouldn't, Sarah or Manson called. It was creepy. Maybe it was a sign.

He glanced back and forth from me to the phone then tossed the phone on the table and eagerly pulled my lips back to his.

"Goddamn, you taste so good, Angel", Pogo said while his lips were still firmly planted into mine. It sounded like a muffle.

He bit and sucked my lip, then stuck his tongue back in my mouth, gently caressing my thigh as he did so. "I have been wanting to do this for so fucking long", he spoke again with his lips still buried in mine. I found it so hot that he did that.

His lips and touch felt so different than Manson's, Pogo's lips were thinner like mine, and his hands so large and rough on my soft, delicate skin. His masculinity turned me on further.

He pushed his weight against mine, making me lay back on the couch and popped open the button on my shorts, never breaking the kiss. He slipped his hand inside the shorts and let his hands wander.

Just as he slipped his hand in my panties, I grabbed his hand. I pulled it out of my shorts and sat up.

He sat up as well, and I saw his erection clearly through his pants. He readjusted himself and took my hand in his.

"I want this, b-but I'm not ready to have sex with you yet....Manson was my first and only one", I stuttered nervously.

He smiled understandingly and kissed my cheek then pulled me into his chest.

We laid back on the couch, snuggled up together and talked endlessly, breaking the conversation every now and then for an intense make out session. It just felt so right.

Sarah called him repeatedly and he ignored every call. When Manson called me, I sat up and pulled away from him to answer, but he took my phone from my hand and refused to let me take the call. I was a bit worried about what Manson would say when he got home, but right now I was savoring every moment with Pogo.

Finally, our conversation stopped and we just laid in each others arms, him gently caressing my back as I was drifting off to sleep....

"Baby?", he said.

"Hmm?", I hummed out, without opening my eyes.

"When I'm with you, call me Stephen", he requested.

I didn't answer, I just made a mental note of it and let sleep take me.

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I woke up with a pounding headache and dried blood all around and under my nose. I left it there because I didn't want to wake Pogo who was still fast asleep, and readjusted in his sleep so that he was laying with his arms tightly around me and his face in my breasts.

Then it hit me, what happened last night was real....I cheated on my boyfriend with my best friend's boyfriend. What was he going to think when he woke up? Was he going to regret the whole thing now that he's in his sober mind? Shit, what do I THINK about this? I do feel guilty, but I actually don't regret it.

It has been something I have been craving for awhile now as much as I ignored my fantasies and thoughts about it. I was attracted to him since I met him, and it has only evolved into something uncontrollable the more I got to know him.

My thoughts were interrupted by Pogo stirring around, then finally he sat up awkwardly.

"Hey", he said, breaking the silence.

"Heyy", I replied nervously.

"What time is it?", he asked while yawning.

"Hmm, let me see....", I shuffled around looking for my phone, "9 AM"

He still hasn't really looked at me. Shit. He felt awkward and probably regretted this. How are we going to be around each other now?

"Too early for me", he said, now smiling as he turned to face me. Then his smile dropped.

"Fuck, you had a nosebleed", he said, reaching out a hand to examine my face.

I jumped up quickly, "Did I? I will be right back, I'm going to go clean it up", I said.

He watched me as I disappeared into the kitchen to wet some paper towels and began blotting at the dried blood.

"Here, let me help you", he said in a low voice behind me, I didn't even hear him walk in here.

"I-It's fine, I got it, Pogo", I stuttered nervously.

He turned me so that I was facing him.

"I thought I told you call me Stephen now when you're with me", he smirked as he put one hand on my waist and took the paper towel from my hand and began cleaning my nose for me.

I smiled and inhaled deeply. Whew. He didn't feel different now that he has sobered up, just as I didn't.

When he finished cleaning my nose, he tossed the paper towel in the trash and put the other hand on my waist as well. He looked me in the eye, those blue eyes piercing through mine. His eyes then trailed down to my lips as he slowly leaned in and took my lower lip in his teeth and tugged at it, gently biting it.

He teased my lip for a few moments, biting, sucking, and licking it before he eagerly pressed his lips to mine.

He pulled me closer and wrapped his arms around me, burying his lips further in mine.

I parted my lips, just dying for him to shove his tongue inside my mouth, to which he responded by opening his mouth to mine and inhaling deeply from his mouth, sucking in all my breath.

He then eased his tongue in my mouth, taking his time inching it around, rubbing it across my teeth, on my tongue, the roof of my mouth, the back of my throat.

We moaned into the kiss.

Now this was going to be really awkward when Sarah got here.
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