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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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CHAPTER 2: ANGEL'S POV
I am in the kitchen at 6:00AM before Jeff leaves to work cooking breakfast and making coffee. I am left in the quiet kitchen listening to the sizzling of bacon frying while my thoughts begin to wander.
Jeff has grown increasingly strange these past few weeks since we moved in together. He is always trying to have sex and is always aggravated and annoyed at one thing or the other. I am beginning to feel as if my parents were right and we made a mistake moving in together.
As soon as the thought leaves my head, Jeff is standing behind me in just his boxers and wraps his arms around me and is kissing my neck.
"Good morning, sexy", Jeff says.
"Good morning", I reply.
He then licks my neck and starts grabbing my butt and letting his hands freely wander.
As I begin to object and turn around to face him, he grabs my thighs and begins shoving his tongue down my throat. I haven't seen Jeff this way.
He lifts and pushes me up on the counter. He spreads my legs and gets between them. I feel his erection through his boxers pushing against my paper-thin sleep pants. I am frozen and unable to react to this.
A small moan comes from his throat as he kisses me and I snap back to reality and put my hand on his chest and gently push him back.
He stands there with his eyes closed for a moment, then he exhales deeply and collects his thoughts. He gives me a death glare and I stumble from the counter and go back to cooking.
I can feel his eyes burning a hole through my back and decide to slowly face him.
He rolls his eyes and turns away from me, slowly walking off and I sigh.
I grab his arm and pull him back to face me.
"What?!", he booms in an agitated voice.
"W-w-what's wrong?", I stammer.
"As if you don't know", he says harshly.
I look down and he speaks up again, "I'm tired of not being able to go to the next level with you".
I keep my gaze down and he walks away mumbling something under his breath, but I could just somewhat make out him saying "he could find someone that will".
I put my face in my hands and cry. After a few moments I collect myself and go back to cooking and then make our plates.
He enters back in the kitchen, this time fully dressed in his uniform for an electric company and sits down. He looks as though he is about to speak, but he doesn't.
I sit his plate on the table in front of him and he stares at it, then at me, then back at it and knocks it off the table.
I jump from the sound of the glass plate shattering on the floor and stare at him in shock.
He immediately gets up and storms out the house.
"What the heck have I got myself into, I sigh", as I begin to clean the mess.
As I clean the broken glass and wash the breakfast dishes, I get an idea. I am determined to find out what is going on with him and why he's been acting this way and see if there's any truth to him finding someone else like he said this morning.
I sip my coffee and ease up from the table. I glance in the bedroom and notice Jeff has left his cell phone.
I rush to it and pick it up, shaking. "Am I really prepared to find out the truth?" I asked myself. I took a deep breath and turned it on.
It was locked. It has a pass word to open it. "Of course", I roll my eyes and begin trying to figure it out.
I was pressing random numbers and letters and I don't even remember how or what I entered, but suddenly, the screen lit up and I was on his home screen.
I bit my lip and started scrolling through his phone.
Several numbers under women's names were in there, nude pictures of other women, and women saying how much they enjoyed having sex with him. My eyes filled with tears and memories flooded in my head how he has been coming home late, leaving earlier, working on weekends, etc.
I burst into tears and kept reading texts when a new text popped up under a contact named "Jim".
I opened it and he informed Jeff he had the "stuff" for $$20.
In anger I threw his phone at the floor and it broke.
It all made sense now.
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I waited for what seemed like an eternity for Jeff to come home from work. As always, he arrived home late. Now I know why.
When he came in the front door I was sitting in the chair with my face buried in my hands. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes and anger on my face.
He looked at me expectantly as if he were wondering why I was upset.
I slowly stood from the chair and walked over inches from his face.
"Well?", Jeff asked. And with that I slapped him.
He looked at me confused and I began grabbed the broken phone that I had sat on the coffee table and I shoved it in his face.
"YOU BASTARD!", I screamed. That is the first time I ever cussed.
He smirked.
"Don't you have a hell of a lot of explaining to do?!", I demanded. Hmm, this cussing thing seems to be just rolling off my tongue now.
"What is there to explain to a pathetic bitch like you?", he said still smirking.
"Where were you after work? With another one of your whores?!", I asked.
"Yes. And what's it to you? It's not like you ever give me any pussy. So I get it somewhere else. And let me tell you, it's worth it", he said with a wink.
I couldn't contain my tears, I was sobbing uncontrollably.
"So how long has this been going on?", I asked.
"AS LONG AS I WANTED IT TO!", he said now screaming.
I backed down a bit and stayed quiet a moment and then finally spoke quietly, "and the drugs?".
His smirk faded and anger filled his face. "What about it?", he hissed.
"What are you taking?", I asked.
"Cocaine", he quickly replied. "AND WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING THROUGH MY PHONE YOU STUPID BITCH?!", he screamed and then rose his fist and it collided with my face.
I let out a yelp as I hit the floor and then he pulled me up by my hair back up to my feet and backhanded me across the face and shook me by my shoulders.
"ANSWER ME! HUH! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YOU STUPID BITCH?", he yelled loudly.
*smack* His hand slapped me again then he dropped me to the floor.
I sat there sobbing and shaking.
"Get the hell out, bitch!", he screamed.
"B-b-but I don't have anywhere to go", I said between sobs.
He pulled me by my hair and dragged me to the bedroom and began throwing my clothes and belongings at me. I slowly stood and just walked out the door without collecting any of my things.
I walked down the street and then began running. I don't know to where, but I just let my heart and head guide me.
Finally I dropped to my knees, a crying and exhausted mess.
There was a hotel a few feet from me so I got up and went to the lobby and rent a room for the night.
I walked inside and collapsed again crying. My hand was shaking and I reached out to grasp the hotel phone to call my parents.
I held the receiver in my hand and began pushing the numbers to call them, when I heard my dad's words ring in my head "don't come back when this blows up in your face".
With that I slammed down the receiver and pulled my knees to my chest. My parents were right. And now my loser for a boyfriend kicked ME out when HE was the fuck up. And I have no where to go. What am I going to do? I rolled to my side on the floor and cried myself to sleep.
Like Jeff said, I was a pathetic bitch.
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