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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.

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Author’s Note: ‘So you hate me? And I hate you! You know what, you know what? It's all in the family.’ - All in the Family by Korn ft. Fred Durst.

Chapter Twenty-One: Shades of Blackness
“You stay the hell away from her!” Amanda snarled, immediately throwing herself between the grinning man and her childhood friend. Raven, who was now reduced to sitting in a stunned puddle on the floor, was staring up at him with fear filled eyes.
“I’m just here to congratulate her and give her a present,” the stranger replied, looking injured. The man was absolutely huge, towering over them at 6’ 6”. His arms fairly rippled with muscle and a brown, cowboy style mustache crowned his upper lip. Short, curly brown hair adorned his head and a pair of mean blue eyes glared down at the females despite his friendly tone.
Then he was reaching into a pocket of the light jacket he wore and throwing something in front of her. A strangled sob left Raven’s trembling lips as she looked down at the object. On the carpet in front of her was a small, brown leather book, the golden title ‘Bible’ glaring up at her like an accusation. “I thought you’d need it more than me, considering who you’re dating,” he stated jovially, his voice dripping with dark enjoyment of her pain.
“What the fuck! Get the hell out of here you asshole!” Amanda fairly screamed, her pale face going red with rage and veins standing out in her thin neck.
“Mandy, what would your parents think of that mouth! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I want a few words with my daughter,” the huge man snarled, his grin turning into a snarl of aggression as he shoved the thin female out of his way. He wrapped a huge, meaty hand around Raven’s thin arm and pulled her roughly to her feet, eliciting a cry of pain from the female.
He reached with the hand that wasn’t holding Raven and pulled the keycard for the room from her pocket. Amanda launched herself at the man only to be swatted to the side like a mere fly. Glaring down at the small female as she tried to pull herself to her feet, the man slipped the keycard into the slot and opened the door. “We’ll only be a few moments Mandy,” he sing-songed, his eyes holding dark promise as he shut the door.
“Oh, she already misses you man. The sooner you can get this tour done, the better,” Johnny replied, sighing heavily. Then something slammed into his side, nearly knocking the actor over. Franticly trying to compensate, the star looked to his right to see what had run into him. To his shock, he saw a panting and disheveled Amanda.
“Whoa! Amanda, what?” Johnny gasped, unaware he still gripped his phone to his ear.
“Johnny! Raven’s father! Here! He has her!” she spat out, desperately tugging his arm toward the glass doors of the hotel.
“Raven’s father?” the actor asked, tilting his head in confusion as the frantic woman continued to pull him towards the lobby.
“What?! Johnny get the fuck in there!” Manson screamed, nearly deafening the star. Clicking the phone closed with a grimace, Johnny began to sprint into the building. As he ran, he began dialing a number frantically.
Manson swore loudly, throwing his phone against a wall and shattering it. Then he drew himself to his full height, rage filling his mismatched gaze. Dressed in all black, he made quite an intimidating figure. With a snarl plastered on his face, the singer slammed the door open and stomped into the main room of the bus. “Change of plans Tim, we won’t be making the rest of our concert venues on time,” he hissed, rage pouring off him in waves.
“Bri, what happened?” Twiggy gasped, looking up at his ex with concern.
“Raven’s father showed up,” the singer spat, his hands curling into tight, shaky fists.
Throwing Raven into the back of the couch as the door shut, the hulking man turned to lock the portal behind him. “Wouldn’t wanna get interrupted. Been so many years and there’s so much to catch up on,” he growled cheerfully, cracking his knuckles ominously.
Gathering her scant courage, Raven pulled herself to her feet and turned to face the monster she had feared for so many years. “Terry, you need to leave,” she snarled, glaring at her father with more bravado than she truly felt.
“Now, I know you didn’t just call your father by his first name; let alone tell him to leave,” he replied softly, his huge hand reaching to undo his belt buckle. All her bravery left in a flood as the man before her pulled the long, leather strap free of his jeans. Unwelcome memories of her childhood as well as her exes filled her head as he raised the belt up, grasped it in two hands and snapped it.
“That was very naughty and we all know what happens to naughty girls,” he hissed, a malicious grin spreading his lips as the brown strip of leather came sailing down towards her.
Johnny was painfully torn between waiting for the elevator and just running up the stairs. The only thing that kept him from simply leaping up the stairs was the fact that the rooms were near the top of a twenty story building. Amanda was just as impatient as he was, pacing behind him until the elevator dinged open in front of them. They both dashed inside, hit the door close button and hit the floor number.
After what seemed to be an agonizing ride, Johnny and Amanda dashed out of the elevator as soon as the doors opened. Despite being slightly out of breath and injured from earlier, Amanda was able to keep up with the fit actor as they sped to the closed door. A chilling noise of something hitting someone came from behind the closed doors as they got closer.
Wasting no time, Johnny braced himself and ran into the solid door full bore. The wooden door only rattled in its frame, not giving in one bit despite the mighty blow the actor had given it. Rubbing his sore shoulder, the goateed star backed up to try again; taking a few deep breaths to ready himself. “Who’s out there?” came a gruff, male voice from the other side of the door.
“Johnny Depp and a woman I know as Amanda. We’re friends of Raven’s and we aren’t leaving until we’re certain she’s safe. The police as well as my bodyguard and his brother are on their way,” the actor spat angrily, his chin length, black hair hanging slightly in his face.
“Johnny Depp eh? So the papers weren’t lyin’ ‘bout this slut’s activities,” came a furious reply followed by the sound of a hard hit and a female cry of pain.
“Leave her the fuck alone!” Johnny roared, practically seeing red as he ran into the door with everything he had.
“She’s my fucking daughter and it’s high time I took the reins on her life,” came a vicious snarl from the other side as the door merely cracked a little from the impact. Another female cry of pain, followed by a cracking noise followed. It was at that point Johnny lost all reason. His vision went pure red as he slammed into the solid door again and again. All his efforts brought was laughter and a slight giving of the door.
In the middle of his efforts, Johnny felt a strong hand wrapping around his arm and stopping him. “Its okay now Mr. Depp. Let Jerry take care of it before you dislocate your shoulder,” came gentle, baritone voice. Shaking his head, the actor came back to himself to find Charlie holding onto him while Jerome backed into ramming position. As the linebacker like bodyguard slammed into the door, Johnny could dimly hearing sirens faintly arriving downstairs.
After a few charges, Jerome managed to knock the door in and leapt into the darkness of the room. Johnny moved to join him, only to be stopped by Charlie’s tight hold on him. “Jerry made me promise to watch you,” the chauffeur apologized, his blue eyes fixed on the darkness of the room in front of them. Amanda, who wasn’t restrained, rushed forward into the darkness; calling for her friend.
“Let me go! I have to get to Raven!” Johnny snarled, struggling in Charlie’s tight grip.
“Not until Jerome gets ahold of that guy,” Charlie replied, worry swirling in his gaze. Then, as if the limo driver had summoned him, Jerome came stumbling out of the room; holding Raven’s father in a very restraining hold. The bodyguard’s thick arms wrapped around the front of his shoulders, joining hands behind his head and forcing it forward.
Despite the fact that Jerome was quite a bit more muscular as well as slightly taller, he was struggling to hold the man in his grip. The crazed man practically frothed at the mouth, twisting back and forth in an effort to get free. “Mr. Depp, ya best get in there. He messed her up real bad,” the bodyguard whispered, a grim look on his face as he began to move towards the elevator with his struggling prisoner.
When the door had started to come down, her father had released her to grab a knife from the kitchen. Raven didn’t stop to ask questions, she simply ran to the bathroom and locked herself in. Curling up in the tub, the frightened female flinched every time the door was slammed into. As the door to the hotel room finally gave, she hunched up and covered her head in her hands. Small, frightened sobs left her as her emotions began to effectively shut down.
She was dimly aware of the scuffle going on out in the living room and of a familiar female voice calling her name. “Manda?” she gasped out dimly, poking her head out cautiously around the shower curtain.
“Meagan! Its me! Where are you?” came a frantic yell from much closer, making hope rise within the shaking female.
“Amanda?!” she cried out, clambering out of the tub and unlocking the bathroom door. All of a sudden she found herself enveloped in a tight hug as her best friend nearly tackled her to the floor.
“Meagan, oh thank god you’re alright,” Amanda sobbed, pulling back to take a look at her battered friend. The sight she was greeted with made her gasp.
Raven’s face was badly bruised and both eyes were blackened. Her left eye was so swollen it was unable to open and her lips were swollen and split in several places. Bruises also peppered her pale arms and a trickle of blood was dripping from the corner of her mouth to her chin. The shaken female’s one open eye was wide and filled with fear as she looked at her pre-school friend. “What the hell did he do to you?” Amanda hissed, anger and sympathy filling her voice as she hugged the other female tightly. The pale woman only began to sob softly, shaking from left over fear.
It was about then that both of them became aware of a male voice frantically calling Raven’s name and that the voice was getting closer to the bathroom. Raven flinched at first, hiding her bruised face in her friend’s shirt. “Its just Johnny Megs, I’ll let him know where we are,” Amanda reassured, rubbing her roomie’s shaking shoulders.
“Johnny! We’re in here! The bastard really did a number on her,” the curly haired woman yelled, not loosening her hold on her frightened friend.
The actor came skidding into the scene, nearly falling over and sliding past the door in his haste to get to Raven. His eyes were open wide and he was panting heavily as he walked slowly into the bathroom. “Raven? It’s just Johnny. You’re safe now. Jerome took your... that man downstairs and handed him over to the cops,” he reassured gently, keeping his distance from the shaking and traumatized female.
Letting out a strangled, inarticulate cry, Raven launched herself at Johnny; nearly knocking the star off his feet. Letting out harsh, breathless sobs, the frightened female clung onto the actor tightly; burrowing her abused face in his black t-shirt. Making soothing noises, Johnny gently wrapped his arms around Raven and carefully lead her into the living room. Awaiting their arrival was Charlie and a female cop who had a sympathetic look on her face.
Raven let out a frightened whimper, tightening her grip on Johnny as they drew closer; as if she was afraid she would be taken from the safety of his arms. “Ms. Starling?” the police woman asked gently, staying where she was to help put the battered female at ease. The pale woman only nodded, still hiding her face in Johnny’s black shirt.
“Easy Raven, they just want to help,” he assured, placing a steadying hand on the area between her shoulders.
“Ma’am we have a medical team waiting for you downstairs. I would advise you go with them,” the police woman urged gently.
“C-can they come with me,” Raven squeaked out, tightening her hand in the material of the actor’s shirt as she continued to cower.
“Of course we’re coming. We aren’t going to leave you alone after what happened,” both Johnny and Amanda assured in unison.
“Lets get you downstairs and examined,” the police woman offered gently, leading the way out the still open door. Charlie followed close behind them, his blue eyes filled with a mixture of worry and rage. The chauffeur had only known the shy woman a short time but he already felt a strong kinship with her. What the man who dared call himself her father had done to the soft spoken female made him feel sick in the pit of his stomach.
The small group rode down the elevator in silence, Raven startling slightly when it stopped at the lobby. “It’s okay sweetie,” the blonde police woman assured as the door opened and she lead the way into the lobby.
“Did you call... Manson?” Amanda asked reluctantly, spitting out his name as if it tasted bad.
“Was already on the phone with him when this went down. I imagine he’s already on his way,” Johnny replied, rubbing Raven’s shoulder as they moved toward the paramedics that were setting up a stretcher for her.
Raven clung tightly to Johnny the entire time they examined her, only letting go when they loaded her onto the ambulance. The actor and her best friend clambered into the tiny space, one sitting on each side of her. The black haired female clung onto Johnny as soon as he was sitting, her entire body shaking. “Is he really coming?” she asked in a quiet, timid, broken voice.
“Of course he is! Raven, when he overheard about your father, he urged me to go in and help,” the actor assured, looking down at the shaking female with confusion. Where had this doubt come from? Had Brian treated her so badly that she thought he simply didn’t care about her? His already roaring rage was fanned by the thought and he grit his teeth.
“But it must be such a bother for him to turn around and start coming all the way back just for me. What about his concerts?” she whimpered, tears beginning to wet the black material of his shirt. Johnny only chuckled lightly, his anger fading as the truth came to the surface. Then, with a gentle but firm hand, he lifted Raven’s bruised face until she was looking up at him.
“Sweetheart, he loves you. He loves you and feels very protective of you. I don’t think anything would keep him from your side,” the actor murmured softly, unaware of Amanda watching him closely. Understanding and sympathy shone in her green eyes as she watched the scene before her.
A huge commotion broke out in the once quiet hospital as an orderly tried to separate Johnny and Amanda from Raven to fill out some paperwork. “Sir, we really need you and her to stay back and fill out some paperwork,” begged the receptionist, her red hair done up in a messy bun and frustration showing in her emerald gaze.
“No! Please don’t make me go back there alone!” Raven wailed, her voice full of abject fear and panic as she clung tightly to the unmoving actor.
“Ma’am, it’s alright. Give me the paperwork so they can fill it out back there. I’ll bring it to you when it’s done,” the female police officer interjected, giving the receptionist a hard look.
“I... Oh, alright,” the receptionist sighed, handing over a clipboard with a thick pile of papers on it. The orderly blocking Johnny and Amanda moved out of the way as a pair of nurses began to move the gurney down the long hall. The actor and woman kept pace with the gurney, neither of them getting too far from Raven’s side.
Manson paced the length of the tour bus, his face free of make-up for once and a frown fixed on his pale face. His hands were clasped behind his back as he stalked back and forth like a caged lion. Ginger and Twiggy watched him with a mixture of concern and a bit of fear. Even the normally exuberant Pogo was quiet, watching the performer from the couch against the left side of the bus. The only person not keeping an eye on the fuming rock star was John 5.
The pale man was staring off to the side, his bleach blonde hair hanging in his pale face. His red painted lips were pressed into a thin line and his brown eyes were narrowed. His arms were crossed in front of his chest and a muscle ticked on occasion in his cheek. To the casual observer, the guitarist seemed to not care about the current situation. The people that knew him well, however, could easily see he was both anxious and enraged.
Despite himself, observing Raven around Manson had begun to change his attitude about the woman. He was even starting to grow a grudging loyalty and protectiveness towards her. What had really cemented it for him was the day after Manson nearly violated her on stage and she forgave him without a thought. Hearing that her very likely abusive father had her and was doing god knew what turned his stomach inside out. He would let Manson have first go at him but he would certainly have a go at the remains of whatever was left. A murderous rage beginning to burn slowly within him, John merely gritted his teeth and clenched his fists as he continued to glare to the left.
Ginger, who had been sitting on the side of the couch beside John, looked up at his bandmate with some concern. The drummer was filled with a confusing muddle of emotions, rage, worry and sympathy all swirling inside him. Gripping his bleach blonde haired head in his hands, the acne scarred man could only sigh. They were all worried about Raven and desperate to get back to her. The small, soft spoken woman had wormed her way into their little family and now she needed them. He was sure it tore at all of them that they were trapped on this slow moving tour bus. Yet he was also sure that no one was as affected by this as Manson.
After coming out of the room and telling them what happened, the rock star had commandeered Ginger’s phone and started pacing. His platform boots clomped softly on the carpet as he stalked back and forth. Every line of his body spoke of worry and rage as he moved. His mismatched eyes glinted with a steely light and a murderous snarl was plastered on his face. Halting for a moment, Manson looked down at the unassuming phone in his hands. Then, with a low growl, the singer flipped it open and dialed a number.
Johnny had handed Amanda the paperwork to fill out since he didn’t know nearly as much about the situation as she did. The police woman that had followed them in stood against a wall, looking down at Raven with worry and sympathy. Currently, the battered female was still clinging to the actor like a lifeline; tears streaming down her bruised cheeks. The goateed movie star merely held her, making soothing noises as he pet her hair.
The sound of Johnny’s cell phone ringing broke the moment like a soap bubble and the actor immediately flipped it open to answer it. “Is she okay?” came a worried, yet rage filled, male voice from the other end before the star could even say a word.
“Brian? Well, she’s not mortally wounded but the bastard really did a number on her,” Johnny replied, glaring slightly as he felt Raven stir against him.
“Sir, you know you can’t have a cellphone back here,” the police woman stated softly, her gaze sympathetic. Amanda, who was sitting across from them both, snickered slightly at the statement. If that woman thought she was gonna keep Manson from doing what he wanted, she had another thing coming.
“It’s her boyfriend ma’am. He’s on tour right now and probably worried sick,” the actor replied, giving her a look that said ‘Just give us a break here.’
“Wait a minute, something about this seems familiar,” the blonde officer mused to herself, looking thoughtful.
“Let me talk to her,” Manson snarled into his ear at almost the same time. Ignoring the female officer, Johnny gently nudged Raven’s shoulder until she pulled back to look up at him.
Her face looked tired and strained as she looked up at the actor with dim confusion. “Hun, Bri wants to talk to ya,” Johnny cooed softly, offering her the phone. Raven looked at the deep blue phone for a few moments before grasping it in a shaky hand.
“Hello?” she whispered into the receiver, fear tinging her quiet voice.
“Raven! Are you okay?” came a worried reply, a faint tinge of anger in his voice.
“Manson, I’m so sorry,” she gasped out, closing her eyes as tears began to roll down her swollen cheeks.
“Why the fuck? Raven why the hell are you apologizing?” Manson spat out, confused exasperation in his voice.
“My fucked up life is making you put your shit on hold,” she whispered miserably, leaning into Johnny as he held her close.
“Wait a minute, are you that woman that’s been all over the magazine covers?” the Police woman asked, looking at Raven with a mixture of shock and jealousy.
“Oh would ya look at that! I just got this paperwork all done! You can leave now!” Amanda expressed cheerfully, handing the officer the clipboard and ushering her out the door.
“Hey wait! I just have a few questions!” the female protested, trying to push her way back in as the door slowly slid shut.
As her childhood friend leaned against the door and panted, the oblivious Raven huddled into Johnny while holding the phone to her head. “Oh for fuck’s sake Raven! Of course I’m dropping my tour to come be by your side right now! You’d do the same for me in an instant,” Manson sighed, sounding half exasperated and half shocked.
“I just don’t want to be an inconvenience,” she murmured softly in reply, making Amanda and Johnny face-palm in frustration. She could even swear she heard Manson do a mental face-palm as everything went silent on his end. Then there was a long inhale, followed by an equally long exhale.
“Raven, listen closely. Are you listening?” came a very calm, slow voice that was tinged by exasperation.
“I’m listening,” Raven replied, her face still burrowed halfway into Johnny’s t-shirt.
“Good, because I wanted to make sure you heard this. I have no idea what that man did to you, nor do I want to right now. All I know is I have a pretty good feeling he’s been extremely abusive to you in the past. You probably need me more than you ever have, not to mention I would go crazy if I was kept from you. This is in no way an inconvenience, burden or anything else you wanna try and find to place the blame on yourself. None of this is your fault,” the singer rumbled softly, his baritone voice caressing her like a soothing balm.
All of a sudden Raven broke down into heart wrenching sobs, clinging onto Johnny and the phone for all she was worth. “Brian, he... he... Oh god why the hell did he have to fucking find me?!” she nearly screamed into the deep blue phone she held against her ear.
Amanda, noticing that the outburst had seemed to caused an odd noise to start coming down the hall toward them, stuck her head out just to see what was causing it. To her absolute horror, the curly haired woman saw a huge stampede of nurses and orderlies coming their way. “Oh shit,” she gasped, quickly closing the door and leaning against it. Then she raised her head to look at Raven and Johnny with a nervous smile.
“Erm, M-Raven you might wanna hurry that call up a bit,” she squeaked out, sweat beginning to spring up on her pale brow.
“I know, I’ll be there as soon as I can,” Manson soothed at the same time.
“What’s going on?” Johnny asked, his arms tightening around Raven slightly.
“Well, her screaming has attracted the attention of a huge amount of the hospital staff. I have a feeling that if they find her on the phone, we could get kicked out of the room,” Amanda replied, her eyes nervously shifting to the door she leaned against.
Raven looked up at her childhood friend, weariness and fear all over her abused face. “Mare, I have to go,” she murmured, her voice strained and reluctant.
“Why? I can tell you still need to talk to me,” he replied, anger beginning to tinge his voice again.
“I got a bit loud and now there’s a huge group of hospital staff heading our way,” Raven replied, more tears slipping down her bruised cheeks. She was extremely reluctant to get off the phone, Manson’s voice being the only thing that was pretty much keeping her from having a full on panic attack.
Things went dead silent on the singer’s end before a low growl came through the line. “I will not be kept from you,” he snarled, dark promise in his soft, angry voice.
“I don’t have a choice,” she whispered softly before mumbling a quick goodbye and closing the phone.
Manson stared at the now silent phone, a shocked, yet furious, expression on his pale face. Fighting the urge to simply call Johnny’s phone and demand to talk to her again, the singer began to pace the length of the tour bus again. He hated this useless, helpless feeling he had and itched to take some action to be by her side sooner. It was slowly driving him insane to not be with her when she so obviously needed him. Growling in frustration, the lithe singer ran a hand through his shoulder length, ebony locks.
Then, as if he got an idea, Manson stopped in place briefly before heading up to the front of the bus. Coming to stand beside Tim, who was currently driving, the singer leaned in close to the bassist. His naked lips nearly brushed the bassist’s ear as he whispered, “Take me to an airport at the next city.” Tim nodded, not flinching from the contact. The rock star glared at the long stretch of road ahead for a few minutes before heading back into the body of the large vehicle. Ginger and Twiggy watched him stalk by, concern on their faces as he stormed into the back room and slammed the door.
Once in the room, the super star began to pace again; a vicious snarl on his face. His hands opened and closed reflexively as he fought against the urge to throw things. Rage and frustration whirled within him like a storm, slowly eroding his patience as well as sanity. If he ever got his hands on Raven’s father, he would be sure to pay back what the man did ten-fold. Slamming a fist against a wall, the singer glared ahead at nothing as he grit his teeth. “The next city had better be really fuckin’ close,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his hair hanging slightly in his face.
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