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Tainted Love	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson Views: 3468 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Marilyn Manson or anything affiliated with him or the band. I don't know any of these famous people in real life and none of this story happened. This is fiction and just for fun. I make no profit from this.

Chapter List
- 19
- 20
- 21
WARNING!!: Domestic abuse, implied beating
Author’s Note: ‘Pain is just God's way of telling you to try harder!’ - Nostalgia Critic
(Phooo that last one took awhile. It’s surprisingly hard for me to write Manson as a jerk. Anyway, onwards to adventure and so forth. Also, for those of you who are curious, Pogo was planning on grabbing ahold of Raven, bending her backward and planting a big kiss on her on stage after the last song. Yeah, kinda obvious why he chose not to.)

Chapter Twenty: Going Back
She huddled in the corner of the bathroom, her badly bruised hands covering the top of her head as she squatted in a tiny ball. Heart heart raced in her chest as fear paralyzed her beaten limbs and tears poured down her pale, bruise covered cheeks. A knock on the door made her jump and the frightened female whipped her head around to stare at the closed portal with terrified eyes. “I know you’re in there little rabbit. Why don’t you come out so we can play some more,” came a slurred, drunk sounding voice from the other side.
Terror spiked in her veins and she climbed into the tub, curling into a little ball, hugging her knees to her chest and rocking back and forth. Quiet sobs left her swollen, bleeding lips as she stared at the door like a cornered animal. “Aw, are you afraid of the big bad wolf? Well then I’ll huff *slam* and I’ll puff *slam* and I’ll blow your fucking door in!” roared the male voice as he threw himself against the door, managing to finally break in on the last word.
“Hello little rabbit,” he snarled, his form silhouetted by the light in the hall.
“T-tony, please,” she whimpered, cowered as far into the corner of the tub that was opposite to him as she could.
“We’re going to have some fun my little bunny,” he hissed maliciously, a distinct slithering noise coming from his direction. Her fear filled hazel eyes flitted to his hand to see what looked like a belt slipping into a long loop. Bringing up the shadowy loop to his chest, her aggressor snapped the leather of the belt harshly. Whimpering and cowering in the porcelain tub, the shaking female could only watch as the strap came whizzing through the air toward her face.
Bolting upright in bed, a scream lingering just behind her lips, Raven looked around the pitch black room. Whimpering softly, and making frightened noises, the shaken female reached for any light source. On the back of her dream, she found the fact that she couldn’t see where she was quite disconcerting. Her fumbling hand found a lamp on the right side of the bed and she turned it on.
As the light washed over the unfamiliar and fairly tiny room, she became aware of the feeling of motion. All of a sudden memories of just where she was came back and she felt relief wash over her. Upon further inspection, Raven realized that she was dressed in a pair of pajamas that were way too tall for her and that she was alone in the back room of the tour bus. With a small blush coloring her pale cheeks, Raven began to search around the clothes scattered all over the floor for ones that belonged to her.
Manson lay on his back on one of the couches in the main body of the bus. Having come back at around eight in the morning, the singer was understandably exhausted and lay with a tattooed arm across his closed eyes. Light snores left his slightly dry looking lips as the rest of the band slept in different spots around him. Only Tim, who was driving the tour bus, was currently awake. So it was no surprise that when the door to the back bedroom slid open a tiny bit, there was absolutely no response. “M-manson?” came an unsure, shy female voice from the small crack in the door.
Raven was far too shy to open the door enough to actually see anything. She was extremely aware of the bus being full of men as well as the fact that she had been unable to find her clothes and was still wearing the pajamas that hung off her. A fact that was making it hard for her to talk above a whisper. So she wasn’t all that surprised when her small squeak of the singer’s name had gotten no response. Unfortunately the lack of response presented an all new problem, she would have to open the door enough to see just what was going on out there. Doing her best to swallow her growing anxiety, Raven slowly opened the door just a bit more. The sight that greeted her left her a bit shocked and speechless.
Ginger was sprawled facedown on the couch with John sprawled halfway on the drummer’s back and halfway on the floor. Pogo was spread out in the middle of the floor, all four of his limb stretched out as far as they could go and his mouth hanging wide open. A small puddle of drool was steadily growing by the keyboardist’s head. Twiggy was curled in a small ball by the couch Manson slept on, hanging onto the singer’s dangling hand loosely.
Fighting back a small squeal at the adorable sight, Raven held her top on with one hand and held up her pants with the other as she tiptoed over to the small couch. Being careful not to step on the sleeping Jeordie, the awkwardly dressed female carefully leaned over his prone body and gingerly shook the sleeping singer. “Manson?” she whispered, trying her hardest not to wake anyone up. The performer merely snorted softly before shifting slightly and continuing to sleep.
“Manson, please,” she whimpered, shaking him slightly harder; her eyes flitting around the room nervously.
Grumbling slightly, the singer tried to roll away from her hands. “Gomf ‘way,” he slurred, turning his torso slightly to face the couch. Her heart beating hard in her chest, Raven shook him even harder.
“If I could, I would but I need you to tell me where you put my clothes,” she whispered urgently, a bit of desperation coming into her voice. Under her leaning torso, Twiggy shifted and sighed softly; his hand tightening on Manson’s slightly. The performer only snarled low in his chest, trying to swat her away sleepily.
Looking down at the the rock star who seemed dead to the world, Raven tried to think of ways she could wake him up. One idea came to the forefront of her mind and glowed in bright neon. Reaching up with a black nailed hand, the pale female gently turned his head until it faced her. With a shuddering sigh and closing her eyes, Raven leaned down and met his slightly slack lips with hers; her shoulder length black hair slipping down to curtain their faces.
Manson sighed under her as he sleepily responded to the kiss, his lips moving far too slowly for him to be awake at all. With an embarrassed noise of frustration, Raven licked his lips gently and slipped her hand lower until she cupped his leather encased manhood. The rock star moaned into her mouth, the arm that hand been covering his eyes coming down to fumble at the base of her neck. Taking in a shuddery breath, the sleepy singer slowly opened his mismatched eyes.
Raven froze as their eyes met, her tongue still in his mouth and her hand on his crotch. Shock and understanding slowly came into his mismatched orbs only to quickly be replaced by love as well as lust. Then he was pulling her on top of him, settling his hands on her hips as he responding to the kiss in earnest. The swift movement had caused a small squeak of surprise to come from the woman and the singer chuckled softly against her mouth as he slowly broke the kiss. “Am I to assume I’ve been forgiven for my horrible behavior last night?” he rumbled out, his voice rough and throaty from lust as well as just waking up. His nose rubbed against hers affectionately as he smiled at her tiredly.
Raven’s face went beet red as she playfully swatted his shoulder. “Of course I forgive you for last night you idiot! Its not as if that’s how you treat me every day,” she hissed, slight exasperation and playfulness hidden under the embarrassment in her eyes. Then she was kissing him again, her arms wrapping loosely around his neck. Manson chuckled against her lips, rubbing her hips slowly as his tongue lazily swirled with hers. After a few moment’s, the pale woman broke the kiss with a shocked look. Had she really just done that?!
While the woman oblivious sat on his awakening manhood, Manson chuckled again as he sat up slightly to cup her cheek. “What’s got you feeling so brave all of a sudden?” he asked, his voice playful as he smirked at her.
“I, er, were you the one who undressed me?” she asked, desperately trying to change the subject.
“Of course I did! If I had come back and anyone else had dared to touch you, their heads would be mounted on the top of the bus. Now, answer my question,” he rumbled, his eyes serious as well as loving as he stared at her expectantly.
“I... I’ve missed you,” she murmured, shyly tucking a strand of her ebony hair behind her right ear. Her hazel eyes roved to the side as a small smile curled one corner of her lips.
“Mmm, if this is how you’re gonna act, maybe I should leave more often,” the singer teased, kissing her cheek tenderly. Raven growled in response, slapping him lightly in exasperation. He only chuckled in response, pulling back to look in her eyes.
“Anyway, I didn’t wake you up for anything intimate so don’t get your hopes up,” Raven cautioned, trying to ignore the stab of pain in her heart when Manson’s face fell. All laughter left the singer’s eyes for deep disappointment as well as a heart breaking sadness.
“So why did you wake me up?” he asked softly, his hands continuing to rub the swell of her hips.
Unable to take just how crestfallen the rock star looked, Raven leaned forward and gave him another loving kiss. Manson growled approvingly into her mouth, one of his hands coming up to cup the back of her head. Sighing softly, one of the female’s hands came up to cup his cheeks as she leaned back and broke the kiss. “I woke you up because my clothes are missing,” she responded, suddenly remembering she was surrounded by sleeping men.
“Hmmm, but I rather like seeing you in my pajamas,” he responded, his rough voice tinged with humor as he grinned at her playfully.
“You may like it but I doubt you’ll like it when something falls off and one of your band members gets an eyeful,” she groused, her smile taking the harshness out of the scolding frown on her pale face. Manson sighed in response, possessiveness flashing briefly in his mismatched gaze before acceptance took over.
“You’re right about that. I want such a delicious sight to be reserved only for me,” the singer rumbled, a lascivious smirk curling his lips.
Blushing as her heart fluttered at his words, Raven carefully slid off Manson; being careful to not step on Twiggy. Once she had made it safely off the couch, she glanced up to see the groggy super star slowly sit up and hold his head in his hands. Swearing colorfully, Manson carefully got off the couch; also being careful of the sleeping ex-guitarist. Raven glanced up at him as he got to his feet, sympathy in her eyes. From all the symptoms, it seemed as if Manson had one hell of a hangover. In fact, the performer stood in place and held his head in his hands for a few moments; as if it was about to explode. Wanting to comfort him in some way without adding to his agony, the black haired woman wrapped her arms around his thin waist and gave him a hug.
Smiling down at her, Manson slipped one of his hand down to caress the top of her head. Smiling up at him shyly, Raven tiptoed back to the bedroom; blissfully unaware of the fact that their actions had awoken everyone. Sitting up while chuckling softly, Pogo smirked up at the rock star; his brown eyes sparkling with mischief. Twiggy slowly sat up as well, groggily rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and smiling at the slightly irritated looking singer. “She’s really starting to trust you,” Ginger murmured drowsily, his eyes still shut.
Instead of answering, the hand that wasn’t still holding his head tightened into a fist and a strange hardness flashed through his eyes. All the lingering humor in the small room quickly faded as the four men stared at their leader cautiously. “Yes,” Manson hissed quietly, his other hand slowly slipping down to also curl into a fist.
“Mare?” Jeordie whispered, slowly getting to his feet and grabbing the other man’s pale right hand in both of his. The ‘Antichrist Superstar’s’ head whirled to face him, a wall of rage and betrayal coming over his naked face.
“Marilyn! She’s not fucking Dita! For whatever reason you’re starting to do this shit, stop it,” the ex-guitarist hissed, yanking on the performer’s tattooed arm harshly. Twiggy had seen his ex-lover do this before when he was beginning to shut down emotionally and he wasn’t about to allow that.
As if snapping out of a dream, Manson staggered for a bit before looking up with fear all over his pale face. “Thanks Jeordie,” he murmured shakily, pulling his arm free and staggering into the room Raven had gone into. Walking into the room, the off balance looking super star shut the door behind him and lifted his head to look for Raven. The sight in front of him made his jaw drop to the floor and his previous ill humor disappeared.
In front of him, Raven was bent over and searching through the piles of clothing on the floor; seemingly unaware of the fact that her pajama pants had fallen down and that her purple panties are exposed. Clearing his throat as his manhood came to full attention in the black leather pants he had put on last night, Manson quickly averted his eyes. “Erm, Raven, your pants,” he hissed in a strained voice, desperately trying to ignore the pulsing of his arousal.
“Huh? Oh shit!” she gasped out, mortification in her voice as she pulled the borrowed pajama pants up. Her embarrassed hazel eyes shot up but all of that disappeared for concern when she saw just how out of sorts Manson looked.
Despite the evidence of his arousal being outlined in his tight pants, the normally amorous man was simply looking away from her; strain apparent on his pale face. “Marilyn? What’s wrong?” Raven whispered, concern filling her voice as she moved awkwardly toward him; both arms busy holding on her borrowed pajamas.
“When?” he asked simply, his mismatched gaze fixed on the left wall of the room and a slightly haunted tinge to his voice.
“Huh?” gasped the pale female, coming to a stop inches from him and tilting her head in confusion.
“When are you going to let me see you, touch you, taste you,” he growled, his voice tortured as well as heartbroken.
All feeling left her body and it was all she could do to not slip to her knees. “Will there ever be a time where you’ll let me in enough to actually have sex with you?” he continued, his voice soft and shaky as if he was holding back tears. Both his hands were curled in tight, shaky fists by his side as he swallowed thickly. Raven could only stare at him, panic as well as guilt beginning to rise within her.
She had expected this question sooner or later and she wasn’t exactly sure how to handle it. She didn’t even know the answer herself but at this moment it seemed that her inner demons were eating her boyfriend alive. “I... I’m not sure if I’ll ever be comfortable with the idea of being naked around you but I have an idea about what all this is really about,” she responded quietly, fiercely fighting the panic beginning to rise within her.
Inside, her inner self was beginning to go into full on panic mode. ‘Oh my god! You’re not seriously going to do it are you?!’ her inner self screamed, almost making her wince inwardly. Gathering her scant resolve, she waddled awkwardly toward the bed and sat on it while still facing Manson. “But I know how to show you just how much I trust you,” she whispered, her voice shaky and clogged with tears as her now shaking hands reached for the buttons of the loose, black silk shirt she wore.
“What do you... Raven? What are you doing?” came his sullen, then shocked reply. Knowing she wouldn’t be able to do this if she looked up at him, the shaking female kept her focus on the buttons her numb fingers were undoing one by one.
Her vision beginning to triple from her tears and her breath hitching oddly, Raven continued until the baggy shirt hung slightly open on her. “Raven, I didn’t mean... Christ, just stop,” came a distraught, lust filled male voice from a lot closer than before.
“No, this might be as ready as I’ll ever be,” she responded in a broken, shaky voice as she began to slide the black silk of the shirt down her porcelain shoulders.
All of a sudden she found herself pinned to the bed, Manson hovering over her with a guilty look on his face. With gentle hands, he carefully rebuttoned her shirt while looking down at her as little as possible. “B-but...,” she began to protest, only to be hushed by an achingly tender kiss on her lips.
“I don’t want this when it obviously still bothers you so much. I’m sorry for what I said. Shit happened last night and it’s fucking with my head so please, stop,” he pleaded, lovingly pulling her shirt up onto her shoulders as his guilt filled eyes stared into hers.
Whimpering softly, Raven reached up, wrapped her arms around the performer’s neck and began to sob. “I’m so sorry! It’s not that I don’t trust you it’s that...,” she gasped out, her voice distorted by her harsh crying.
“Shhh, shhh, I know hun. I know your reasons. I shouldn’t have tried to push you like that,” he responded in a stricken voice, holding her tight against him as he began to rock her back and forth. On the inside he was enraged at himself as well as afraid. He knew himself well enough to know a shitstorm was coming and he hoped desperately he wouldn’t lose Raven in the fray.
Johnny, who had been dead asleep on the couch, shot up as he heard the door to the suite open and close quietly. “Raven? Is that you?” he asked the dark shape that was now in the room with him.
“Huh? Johnny? What are you doing sleeping out here?” came a familiar female voice as the light came on. Both of them blinked owlishly, slowly adjusting to the light as the groggy actor got to his feet.
“Brian’s not with you is he?” he asked, stifling a yawn behind his hand as he leaned against the couch.
“No, he and the others had to get back on the road,” Raven answered, a slight look of mortification flashing through her eyes as she avoided the movie star’s gaze. Almost immediately she was swept up in a rough hug as he held her in an almost bonecrushing grip.
“What happened?” he whispered into her ear, his stubble rubbing slightly against her cheek. It was then the overwrought female collapsed into sobs, glad for the comfort of the actor’s strong arms holding her up.
A half hour and a cup of hot cocoa later, Raven was staring into her mug while Johnny looked down at her with concern. “It almost sounds as if he’s starting to withdraw,” the actor remarked.
“Yeah, he’s never done anything like that before nor has he said anything like that. My only question is why? Did I do something wrong? Should I move faster?” the depressed Raven replied, spinning her cup between her hands.
“It’s nothing you did sweetie, it’s just his own demons acting up. The guy has been through hell with relationships and seems to have a subconscious urge to push those closest to him away. From what I can see so far, you’re the closest he’s ever gotten to another person,” Johnny replied gently, reaching forward and placing a hand over her scabbed left wrist. Raven smiled sadly up at him, moving a strand of her ebony hair behind her ear.
“That doesn’t surprise me, he told me something similar. Dita probably only made that problem worse,” she responded quietly, pulling her hand out from under Johnny’s to take a sip of her cocoa.
“That woman... She’s the closest thing he had to a true love. Then she completely tries to change who he was once they were married. The divorce, as well as what she started doing after, broke him,” he spat out bitterly, glaring down at the table with rage filled brown eyes.
“This is only going to get worse isn’t it?” Raven asked in a small, frightened and yet sad voice as she looked up at the movie star across from her. Johnny’s head shot up and his nearly black eyes met hers with sympathy as well as a little fear of his own.
“I’m afraid of how much more worse it could get. He’s never been as close to anyone as he is with you. You’ve even made him feel guilty for sleeping with groupies. There’s no telling just how much worse this will get,” Johnny answered, a grim but sympathetic look on his face as his eyes met her hazel gaze.
“Whatever happened last night seems to have sped it up,” Raven sighed sadly, taking another sip of her cocoa.
“So what now?” the actor asked gently, watching her closely.
“We wake Amanda up, pack, get to the airport and go home. Whatever he’s going through, I’m going to take it one step at a time and stay by his side,” she replied, her determined gaze meeting his; earning a smile from the star across from her.
Waking Amanda up had been an adventure in and of itself, the curly haired female turning into a whirlwind of acidic words and thrown objects. After facing mortal peril, the pair had finally managed to placate the snarling female enough with a cup of coffee to tell her what was going on. Both Raven and Johnny decided it would be best to leave the still irate female in the dark about Manson’s behavior last night. After Amanda had left the mentality of a grizzly just woken up from hibernation, the trio began packing and ate a quick breakfast before heading out. From there it was only a short drive to the airport and a quick jaunt on an airplane.
Once their plane landed, Johnny helped both Amanda with their luggage and hailed a cab for them. As the actor and Amanda loaded the luggage into the back, he found himself watching Raven closely. The pale woman had been quiet the entire trip, only staring at the row of seats ahead of them until the plane landed. “Raven? You okay?” he asked, heaving the last suitcase into the nearly full trunk. The silent woman startled slightly, looking up at him with eyes that were far away.
“Huh? What did you ask Johnny?” she murmured dully, her voice hollow and lifeless as she met his gaze. In moments she found herself wrapped in a strong pair of arms, the spicy, slightly musky smell of his cologne filling her nose.
“Despite what he did to you, you already miss him don’t you?” the actor whispered into her ear, his newborn goatee lightly brushing her cheek. Then she was crying while the star gently pet her hair and helped her into the taxi. While the woman in his arms continued to cry softly, Johnny’s eyes remained fixed straight ahead. Even Amanda getting in the car beside Raven and offering the poor girl some comfort didn’t seem to draw the movie star from his inner thoughts.
By the time the taxi had pulled up to the hotel Raven had stopped crying and was chatting quietly with Amanda about the past few days. Johnny, on the other hand, had pulled out his deep blue phone and was glaring down at it. “Hey Mandy, would ya take Raven inside and get her comfortable. I’ll be right up with the bags,” he requested softly, slowly getting out of the car and beginning to unload the bags.
“Sure thing Johnny,” the curly haired woman replied, understanding in her green eyes as she went inside.
Raven watched her friend go in before looking back at her friend, who was now holding up a phone and dialing a number. Taking a few long strides towards the stiff, angry actor, Raven placed a firm hand on his jacket covered arm and looked up at him with pleading eyes. To her relief, the star smiled reassuringly down at her. “I’m not gonna yell at him. I just wanna talk to him about a few things,” he assured, closing his phone so he could focus on her.
“Don’t make him feel worse, okay? When I had to leave... I’ve never seen... He started to cry Johnny. He was shaking while he held me and was crying,” Raven whispered, a stray wind blowing a strand of black hair in her face.
The lightly goateed actor turned toward her, surprise in his dark eyes as he stared down at her. Disbelief, hope and downright shock whirled within his eyes’ dark depths as he seemed to consider something. “Don’t worry, just get inside before people start to recognize you. Jerome probably isn’t here right now and I doubt you want to deal with a rabid mob,” Johnny advised, a gentle smile on his slightly tanned face.
“Yeah, you’re right about that,” Raven grumbled, beginning to head inside to join her childhood friend. Once the pale woman had left, the actor immediately flipped open his phone and dialed the number he had already pulled up on his phone.
“Brian, I need to talk to you about a few things concerning Raven,” he said into the phone, his voice holding a slightly angry tinge.
Raven and Amanda rode in the elevator, the curly haired woman animatedly talking about her date with Ginger. The pale woman beside her smiled happily, her heart soaring to hear the excitement in her friend’s voice. She had never heard the tiny woman so happy or flustered about a man before and she dared to hope that maybe Amanda was falling for the drummer. Ginger was the most normal person in the band and was exceedingly kind to those around him, Raven had no doubt he would treat her roomie well. “Other than having to wrangle Pogo for the rest of the night, it had been magical,” Amanda sighed, her voice holding that stereotypical lovesick tone as she stared blankly at the elevator door.
As the reflective steel doors slid open, Raven’s reply died on her lips. It almost looked as if there was a man waiting outside their room. Shrugging it off as someone waiting outside the door right next to hers, the black haired woman began to lead the way down the hall. As they got closer, her heart began to sink as she grew more and more suspicious it was their door he was waiting in front of. It was at that time she realized she also recognized the male and something about him made her feel a deep, instinctual fear.
“I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me Johnny! The things I said to her, the things I did...,” gasped Manson’s tortured voice from the other end of the phone.
“Bri, calm down. What the hell happened last night? Raven kept mentioning that something catastrophic went on but she didn’t say what,” Johnny replied, sounding baffled as well as a bit shocked.
“I nearly fingered her on stage, in front of thousands, on a camera that was recording video of this tour. As if that wasn’t enough, I let my own doubts get the best of me the next day and caused her even more trauma,” he hissed, his voice sounding oddly strangled and a soft thud was heard in the background.
“Brian! Brian calm down! She’s not going anywhere! Hell, she even already misses you,” the actor replied, all his lingering anger fading for a frustrated pity.
“Why aren’t you yelling at me? You, of all people, should be ripping my head off! You’re her friend,” the singer berated shrilly, still sounding like he was crumbling apart. Another dim thud was heard in the background.
“Brian! I need you to pull yourself together and listen to me carefully. You need to tell me what happened last night before Raven went on stage. She’s forgiven you for what happened and that’s good enough for me but right now I need to know what set you off,” Johnny pleaded, running a hand through his nearly chin length hair. He found himself amazed at how fast he had gone from wanting to give the man a piece of his mind to wanting to comfort him. From the sounds of it, Manson was already punishing himself more than enough for what happened.
“It was Dita. She showed up at the concert backstage and I ran into her. She... fuck just seeing her screwed with my head. All the memories... Some of the things she said made me start to question Raven’s motivations,” the singer whispered softly, sounding a bit broken. It almost sounded as if he hated the fact he had doubted Raven at all.
“Well that certainly explains a few things. Have you told her this?” the star asked, pinching the bridge of his nose as his eyes shut wearily. Once again the meddlesome pin-up model had shown up and thrown Manson’s emotions into a blender. Why couldn’t she just leave the poor guy alone?
“No, I doubt Dita will be bothering either of us again. I think I made it pretty clear to her that I didn’t want to see her,” Manson snarled, sounding a bit more like his old self as some of his innate rage flared.
“So why on Earth did you start doubting Raven’s motivations after something that manipulative cunt said?” Johnny ventured, trying to hide the worry he felt. If it was Dita that had planted the idea in his head they were in a lot more trouble than he thought.
“As crazy as it sounds, some of it got me thinking about our relationship. I know we’ve only spent a few days together total but we’ve been together for a month now. The only thing she told me was a very vague tale about her exes. Although she explained why we haven’t had sex yet I still found myself wondering about it,” the rock star murmured softly, sounding deeply ashamed.
“Ugh, really Bri?! Raven’s the last one I would ever think would have a hidden agenda! Did she even tell you how we met? I ran into her sobbing in a park while you were... occupied. When I sat next to her to give her comfort, she obviously recognized me but treated me as just another person,” the actor ranted, a bit of anger rising within him at his friend’s stupidity.
“I know! I should have known better but I acted before thinking. It certainly doesn’t help she has told me virtually nothing about herself. Did you know she’s obsessed with me?” the performer huffed, sounding as if he was pacing slightly.
“Was obsessed with you, according to her. Don’t worry, you should know better than anyone that sometimes people don’t want to share things that are painful. I’m sure she’ll open up to you in her own time,” Johnny assured, rolling his eyes slightly at how thick the rock star could be. Manson had never shared his painful past with any of his exes and very few of his friends so he had very little room to complain.
“Yeah, yeah. Stop talking to me like I’m an idiot. How’s she holding up anyway?” Manson asked, a bit of concern slipping into his baritone voice.
The object of the current conversation outside was approaching the hotel room slower and slower, her sense of dread growing in her stomach. Amanda was now looking at her with outright worry, her tiny hands resting on the pale female’s bare right arm. “Raven, what is it? What’s wrong?” the concerned, brown haired female asked, looking down the hall.
Raven only shook her head, recognition slamming into her full force as they drew ever closer. All of a sudden she was pulling away from her childhood friend, trying desperately to run back to the elevator. It was all Amanda could do to hold her friend in place, having to practically dig her heels into the carpet to stop her roomie’s flight. “Raven, what on Earth?!” she gasped, some brown strands of her curly hair coming to hang in her face. As the confused female turned to look at the strange man, he turned to face the commotion.
A chilling, emotionless, malicious grin twisted his mustached mouth as he began to walk toward the pair of girls. “Hello Meagan, aren’t you happy to see your old man after all these years?” he asked in a falsely friendly voice that was dripping with venom, his arms spread open as if for a hug.
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