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Carousel	By : EnchanteNoir Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Linkin Park Views: 1285 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Linkin Park. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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~All righty then. Well I am glad for all of the reviews from the first chapter of Carousel ::Sarcasm:: but I am also happy over everyone’s reviews from Blurry. Here is the second chapter to Carousel. I changed the order of the chapters because it seemed easier that way. I do not own Linkin Park nor do I own the song Carousel. I do not own KoRn or mainly Jonathan Davis… I wish I owned him, Mike, Chester, and Joe, but I don’t. ::Sighs:: I sure could use them. ::Laughs:: So anyway please review this chapter. I will begin chapter three immediately. ~

Majestique groans a little as she rolls over in her bunk slowly coming awake. Sitting up she rubs at her eyes some, pain in her left shoulder. She sighs then winches a little as she moves her shirt to the side to see the black and blue bruise on her shoulder.

Pain. Pain was all she had known for the past two weeks. First, was her slow recovery from the rape, she could still remember how bad it had hurt to be moved that next morning, but she had been so weak from blood lost she couldn’t even cry. The others in the band had asked questions, and she had no idea what Jonathan had told them… nor did she care to find out.

Her recent pain had only happened a couple of nights ago. Jonathan had come to her bunk and tried to have sex with her only to have her burst into tears at the thought of him touching her. He had been so pissed that he squeezed her shoulder with his hand, hurting her, and thus creating the bruise that was now on her shoulder. The littlest thing she did angered him, and now she feared him… feared for her life.

She had managed to keep writing in her journal of her ordeals and for that she was grateful. It was her salvation, the only thing keeping her from killing herself. At one point she had wanted death so bad she had locked herself in the bathroom with a razor blade and put it so her wrist, only to find herself unable to do it. She had broken down into tears throwing the razor and just cried her heart out unable to handle all the shit she was keeping locked inside. Munky had found her and comforted her, carrying her back to her bunk where she stayed and still hadn’t come out. Refusing to even go and get anything to eat.

“Maj… the bus is stopping. We are going to get something to eat at a restaurant… will you please come and try to eat something?”

Majestique sighs and looks out the window after opening the curtain hearing Munky. She knew he was just concerned about her, because he and Jonathan where the only two who knew she had not ate a thing since her incident with Jonathan, though Munky didn’t know that his friend had been the cause of her injuries she was sure. She just wanted to give up and slowly drift away, what was the point of living like this?

“Maj… please…”

Sighing she opens the curtain to her bunk and looks at her friend. He looked so worried as if should she say no he was going to cry. She couldn’t let that happen when he had helped her so much already.

“All right I will try.”

She couldn’t help but smile seeing his face light up. Shaking her head she holds out her arms to him and allows him to help her out of the bunk, then moves to the bathroom to get herself ready. She couldn’t let herself die, that much she knew, and sure as hell she wasn’t going to die for Jonathan Davis.

A few minutes later she was walking off the bus like a stone statue next to Jonathan, who had insisted upon being close to her. Fucking bastard wants to play boyfriend like nothing is wrong. Majestique sighs a little her arms crossed; there was no fucking way in hell she was going to hold his hand.

“You could at least act happy Majestique,” Jonathan whispers sharply in her ear. The damn girl had shut herself up like a marble statue. The others were constantly asking him questions about her out of concern.

“Bite me.”

She immediately regretted saying the words as a flash of pure anger crossed his face. Humph. Who the fuck did he think he was anyway? He abuses her constantly and expects her to appear normal for his fucking sake? She flinches a little moving away from him as that anger darkened. She would pay for that remark later she knew, but what did he want from her? She feared him because of his violence and yet he still expected her to appear the happy girlfriend. Sighing she moves into the restaurant then froze as she spotted… Him.

There sat Chester Bennington looking like a god as he always ways. His hair sat on his head perfectly spiked, making him seem flawless, dressed in black pants and a baggy red shirt, his black glasses on his face, spiked jewelry covering him, his eyes sparkling as he laughs at something Mike was saying. Majestique felt her heart begin to pound as he locked eyes with her and flashed a smile that would make angels weep. She couldn’t move; she was frozen where she was standing. She heard him call out to her, but she didn’t register what he said, only the enchanting sound of his voice.

“Hey Maj! Why don’t you and the others come over here and join us?!”

Hearing the shortened version of her name on her lips made her smile, but it was short lived as Jonathan took her hand and crushed it in his causing her to winch in pain.

“Great going Majestique… now we have to sit with your fucking obsession.”

It wasn’t what he said that made her winch again, but the way he said it. Great. Something else he could punish her later for. A small sigh fell from her lips before she moved with him to the area where Chester and the rest of Linkin Park were sitting. She stood in the background as Jonathan and Munky set up tables next to Linkin Park’s so that they all were sitting in one big group. How is it that one person can light up your world, and yet you know in your heart you can never have him? Life is so fucking unfair. Just as they took their seats and she saw the smile Chester flashed her, the Waitress came and started to take everyone’s orders. She paid no attention to what everyone ordered to eat, and didn’t even bother to look at her own menu, so when the Waitress asked what she wanted all she ordered was an iced tea with lemon, not even looking at Munky who she knew by now was worried again.

“You need to eat Majestique.”

All right so she was not prepared to hear Jonathan speak about her eating habits so she jumped a little and looked at him before looking away crossing her arms and sitting back against the chair she was in.

“I am not hungry.”

Jonathan looks at her, his eyes narrowing before he looked at the Waitress again and spoke.

“She will have a club sandwich.”

Chester quietly watched this entire thing going on and raises a brow when Jonathan ordered her something anyway and almost spoke out on it when he saw the flash of anger in Majestique’s eyes then the flash of pain that followed, and her sudden look of defeat. What in the hell was going on? This was not like Majestique, that much he knew.

“ Maj… where in the world did you get that bruise on your shoulder?”

Chester looks up at Mike and then looks at Majestique’s shoulder. Sure enough there was a nasty bruise there, and getting a good look of it since he was sitting right across from her. He watches her awaiting an answer, not saying anything, just watching her.

Majestique shifts under everyone’s eyes then covers up her bruise with her shirt that must have fallen off her shoulder revealing the bruise put there by Jonathan. She sighs a little and shakes her head before smiling sweetly to Mike and the others who were all looking at her.

“Its nothing… I hit it one night walking into the bathroom on the door frame.”

The others laugh and nod their heads knowing what it was like then laughs harder when Jonathan cracks a joke by saying she was clumsy like that. Chester wasn’t buying it though. He saw the look of relief pass Majestique’s face as everyone accepted her tale, then smirked a little when she locked eyes with him. He wasn’t stupid he knew she was lying. He had gotten a good look at the bruise from his point of view sitting right across from her, and knew that the shape of it was like a hand print as if someone had squeezed it too hard, thus bruising her, and he had a good idea of who that someone could be. He sighs as he notices that Maj is shifting uncomfortably under his scrutiny, and looks away, but looked back when Joe asked about where she had been the past two weeks.

Majestique sighs as Chester stares her down, she knew he knew she was lying and she also knew he was trying to find the truth in her eyes. She sighs a little then flinches as Joe asks her where she had been the past two weeks. She wasn’t sure what to say, as she hadn’t asked Jonathan what he had told the others, and a slight feeling of fear and depression went through her as a longing of wanting to tell the truth flowed through her.

“ She had been sick you guys, and the doctor said she needed to stay in the bed and things, and she had been really weak because of it and so Munky and I had to take turns carrying her off and on the bus.”

Chester’s eyes narrowed on Majestique as he watched the emotions come cross her face as she thought of what to tell them. Fear. Depression. Longing. He knew the looks well; hell he had mastered them himself during his childhood and teen years. He frowns as he hears Jonathan answer for her, and knew then that it wasn’t the truth. If it had been she would have told them, no… there was something much deeper then some flu bug, or she wouldn’t have that look of defeat on her face right now. Deciding to help her by changing the subject he smiles softly.

“Hey Maj, why don’t you ride on the LP tour bus with me and Mike,” he asked noting Jonathan’s readiness to say no he continued before he could speak against it.

“ Besides Joe, Brad, and Rob all want to work on a sample with Jonathan and Munky.”

Majestique looks up into Chester’s eyes wondering what was going on in his head, but then smiles softly her own way of thanking him for rescuing her from more questions about her health then finally looks at Jonathan.

“Is that all right with you?”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Jonathan said as he started to eat his food, but the anger inside him was growing… there was something more that Chester wanted he was sure, and he would question Maj his own way later on.

Chester smiles as he hears Jonathan agree to allow Majestique to ride the tour bus with him and Mike. It would give him a chance to question her about what exactly was going on with her and Jonathan. He knew that all he had to do was give Mike a signal to leave them alone and Mike would so that they could talk. He was able to finish eating sure that this would work out just fine.

Majestique bites her lip for a moment before beginning to eat her own food. She noticed that it didn’t taste the same to her as it usually would, probably because she hadn’t eaten real food in the last two weeks. She was happy to be getting the chance to be away from Jonathan if only for a little while, but there was this nagging feeling inside of her that told her this was really a bad idea. She was able to push it to the side though as everyone finished eating and they all started to leave. She couldn’t help but notice the look of rage on Jonathan’s face as they parted ways with her going on the bus with Mike and Chester. Oh well, she would have to face that storm later, but right now she was going to enjoy herself as she rode the bus with Chester to the concert.

~ON THE BUS… about 15 minutes later~

Majestique couldn’t help but smile as her, Chester, and Mike played a video game on XBOX called Dead or Alive 3…and she was whooping their asses. She smiled as she stole a glance at Chester who was concentrating so hard on the game trying to win that she couldn’t help but giggle as she won the round again.

“Ha! I win again!”

Chester stares at the game in a small pout… he had actually been really close to winning this time, and yet again she won. She even ended the round by kicking him right through the window of this building sending his poor character plowing down to the ground through all these street signs. Damn it. Well, this was just as good a time as any to take a break and he looked at Mike nodding his head.

Mike looks at Chester in confusion for a moment as he listened to Maj gloat about her win. Damn. She had really whooped both their asses. She had kicked his first and then it was down to her and Chester. He was usually really good at these games… but Joe was better… hmmm… she knew so much about the game, he began to wonder if she could beat even Joe! He then got the message in Chester’s eyes and nodded before standing.

“I am going to get drinks… what do you guys want?”

“Dr. Pepper if you have it.”

“My kinda woman… Chester?”

“Same.”

“Oooo… my kinda man!”
Chester laughed as he watched Mike leave the back room where the games were and makes his way to the front of the bus. He then smiles softly and looks at Majestique, noticing how hot she was all of a sudden. She was dressed in baggy black pants with a red tank top on with a red mesh top over it, spiked jewelry was covering her, and her makeup just right… not too much… not too little. Her violet eyes sparkled softly in the light of the room making her seem like some enchantress. What in the hell was with his thoughts? Was he getting deeper feelings for her? He smirks and shakes the thoughts away for now, then takes a deep breath before speaking casually.

“So Maj… how is everything going with your relationship with Jonathan?”

“It is going all right, why?” Majestique asks shifting a little in her seat. This was not something she wanted to talk about. She had been enjoying herself almost forgetting about Jonathan then all of a sudden here she is talking to the man she is in love with about her relationship with the man she feared.

Chester sighs softly as she says it was going well, and a small frown creased his brow as he sat in thought for a moment before bluntly speaking.

“Well I had gotten a good look at the bruise on your shoulder, and I noticed that it was in the shape of a hand print than some doorframe damage.”

Majestique sighs softly and shifts in her seat knowing that eventually someone would have questioned her about it, but she had been hoping it wouldn’t be Chester. She knew he was only being concerned, but it was not something she could tell him. Besides she didn’t want to get him involved, what if Jonathan decided to hurt him? She couldn’t let that happen.

“Look Chester… its nothing all right? I think it would be best if you just stayed out of it… it really doesn’t concern you. I am fine in my relationship with Jonathan trust me.”

All right so she was lying, and she knew the look in her eyes had to underlie that she really didn’t feel that way, but what was she going to say to him? My relationship with Jonathan is going shitty, he beats me, and it is all over my love for you? Ummm, yeah right!

“Majestique please… if Jonathan is beating you, you have to get out of this relationship before he seriously hurts you… I will help you, I promise, hell the whole band will help you if you want. Look it is not that I am being nosy, I care for you and I don’t want to see you hurt.”

“Goddamn it Chester fucking drop it all right? Do not fucking worry about me, its not any of your fucking concern all right? My relationship with Jonathan is fine, now drop it,” Majestique bit off harshly finally getting irritated. She knew that her heart didn’t mean the words, but this was for the best. She had to keep Chester out of this.

Chester sits back and frowns his eyes narrowing knowing she was not going to let him help her, and that her reason was because she was trying to keep him out of danger. Hell, he had been the same way when he was younger, but he didn’t want Majestique to go through the same shit he did… it wasn’t fair for her to. She was too beautiful and special for that. He looked up at Mike as he walked in handing out the sodas faking a smile, he was worried for her safety, but knew that he was absolutely powerless to do anything unless she wanted his help, he just prayed that he would figure out something before Jonathan did something like kill her. He sighs and then almost laughed as the words to Carousel ran through his head.

She can’t hide no matter how hard she tries
Her secret disguise behind her lies
And at night she cries away her pride
With eyes shut tight, staring at her inside
All her friends know why she can’t sleep at night
All her family asking if she’s all right
All she wants to do is get rid of this hell
When all she’s gotta do is stop kidding herself

She can only fool herself for so long
She can only fool herself for so long
She can only fool herself for so long
She can only fool herself

I’m too weak to face me
I never know just why you run
So far away, far away from me
I never know just why you run
So far away, far away from me

When it comes to how to live his life
He can’t be told
Says he’s got it all under control
Thinks he knows it’s not a problem he’s stuck with
But in reality, it’d be a problem to just quit
An addict and he can’t hold the reigns
The pain is worse, cause his friends have it the same
Tries to slow down the problem he’s got
But can’t get off the carousel
Until he makes it stop

He can only fool himself for so long
He can only fool himself for so long
He only fool himself for so long
He can only fool himself

I’m too weak to face me.
I never know just why you run
So far away, far away from me
I never know just why you run
So far away, far away from me

Try to fly with the wings I gave you
Try to do what you believe and I’ll save you
Try to fly with the wings I gave you
Try to do what you believe and I’ll save you

I never know just why you run
So far away, far away from me
I never know just why you run
So far away, far away from me
I never know just why you run
So far away, far away from me
I never know just why you run
So far away, far away from me

~LATER ON THAT NIGHT AFTER THE CONCERT~

Maj sighs softly getting out of the tub her body sore and her heart heavy. She had not wanted to hurt Chester’s feelings, but he had left her no choice. She knew that he would never let harm come to her should she allow him to help her, but she couldn’t let harm come to him. He had looked so perfect on stage tonight, his hair perfectly spiked, his body clad in his normal baggy pants and black wife beater, sweat pouring off of him as he screamed his heart out for the millions who were just like her and idolized him. Sighing she dresses and walks out of the bathroom and didn’t even notice Jonathan was in the room until he had her back against the wall and his hand around her throat squeezing and choking off her hair. She fought him only to have him squeeze even harder. Shit. He was going to kill her!

“What did you and Chester do on the bus Majestique?”

Jonathan’s rage was flying out of control, he had seen Majestique watching Chester on stage as if she was some lost puppy and he was the only one who could rescue her. When she didn’t answer him he pulled her away from the wall a little by her throat then slammed her back against it hearing her choking as she fights for air.

“Answer me!”

“Nothing… Nothing… w-we just played video games!”

Jonathan swung her away from the wall and backhanded her to the floor before climbing on top of her and continued to hit at her in a blind rage listening to her screams and pleads for him to stop. He was lost in his fury; he was so sure that bastard had touched her.

“Did he touch you?!” he asked her pulling her weeping top half of her form off the floor with her shirt then shook her once when she didn’t answer him right away, sobs tearing from her body.

“Did he touch you?! Answer me Majestique or I swear to god I will kill you right now.”

“N-no… no I swear…”

“Why is it I do not believe you?” he growled and then removed his pants while still holding her shaking form to the ground as she fought to get away from him.

Majestique felt sheer fear rip through her body her as she watched him removing her pants then twisted getting on her stomach and tried to claw away from him only to have him yank her back by her ankle and flip her over pushing her nightgown up over her waist, and tearing off the thong she was wearing. Dear god not again!

“Jonathan… please… don’t do this… please… not again…”

“Shut up!” Jonathan yelled as he backhanded her again, by this time he had split her lip open and she had a huge bruise growing around her eye that would turn black and blue eventually. He smirks and then pushes into her tight hot body, this time she was a little easier to get into as she had just gotten out of the tub. He rammed in and out of her body roughly holding her still by his hands as she wept uncontrollably beneath him. He couldn’t hold out much longer so he wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed cutting off her cries as he climaxed growling out her name.

“Majestique… you are mine!”

As he finished he didn’t say anything to her just stood and pulled his pants back on then watched her on as she pulled her nightgown down in-between sobs. He took that time to move to her again and as she rolled onto her side to attempt to get up he kicked her in the side hitting her stomach and smiled as he heard her breath cut short then grabbed her by her hair pulling her up off the ground to him he looked into her eyes as she struggled sobbing.

“If I find out he touched you, I am going to come back and kill you,” and with those words he pushed her into the wall then walked out of the hotel room moving to the elevators he saw Mike Shinoda get off and smirked as he spoke to him.

“Hey Jonathan,” Mike said to him before moving past him to walk toward the room where Joe and Phi was staying.

“Hey Shinoda,” Jonathan said as he pushed the first floor deciding to go and have a drink inside of the hotel bar.

In the room Majestique was crying so hard she thought her body would tear from the force of them. She pulls herself up into a sitting position from where she had fallen to the floor and whimpers feeling pain everywhere in her body. She sighs before slowly standing with the help of the desk that was at the side of her. She slowly moves to her open suitcase and pulls out some clothing moving into the bathroom she turns on the shower then strips getting in she immediately grabs the soap and a washcloth and scrubs at her body trying to get Jonathan’s scent off of her before breaking down into tears and falling to the bottom of the tub where she pulls her knees to her chest and cried. She couldn’t take it anymore she had to get out; she couldn’t keep on living like this.

Shutting off the water and getting out she dries off dressing quickly though her body was really sore. She grabs her purse and moves to Jonathan’s suitcase and pulls something out of it putting it in her purse before she broke down again into tears. This was so hard. She takes a deep breath wiping the tears in her eyes, she grabs her journal then runs out of the room and right into Mike Shinoda who was walking down the hallway on his way to the elevator to his and Chester’s room.

Mike catches Maj before she can fall, after getting the shit scared out of him from her running into him. Where in the hell was she going in such a hurry anyway? He was about to ask her just that when he saw her face. Jesus! What in the hell happened to her? She was bruised badly on her cheek and eye, the colors already turning blue, and she was bleeding from the mouth. He was damn sure their little collision hadn’t caused it.

“Maj… dear god… what happened?”

Majestique panicked knowing if she told him he would tell Chester and they would stop her from doing what she needed and had to do. She shook her head even as tears began to fall again.

“I can’t… I just can’t…” that was all she said before she pushed him away from her and ran down the hallway hearing him call out to her to wait. She ran to the stairs and ran down them all until she reached the outside door and ran and kept running, she couldn’t stop… not now.

Mike stood there in complete shock as she ran away from him his eyes wide in horror. What in the hell had happened to her? He sighs and runs his fingers through his hair picking up the drawing he had came to get from Joe when he saw Majestique’s journal open on the floor. On one page was a bunch of pictures of Chester and on the other was some writing. Could the answer be there? Picking up the journal he began to read, realizing that it was her diary, then gasped his eyes widening in horror as he continued to read… holy shit. Looking up at the date he saw that it had been written two weeks ago… dear god. He had to tell Chester. Getting up from his now bending position he ran to the door of the stairs not wanting to wait for the elevator praying that his friend would know what to do.

End Chapter 2.

~ Well there you have it the end of Chapter 2… so what do you think? Good or not good? Will that bastard Jonathan ever get what is coming to him? What in the hell did the diary say? Stay tuned for Chapter 3: “The Diary”. Please do me a REALLY BIG FAVOR and click that little button that we call a REVIEW BUTTON! ~
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