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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: ‘If only all of Rome had just one neck.’ - Caligula (Movie of same name)
Sorry for the delay with this. I took a break from this with an update to a couple other fanfics to maybe come back with a fresh mind. Then I ended up getting really, really sick. Will try to update more regularly.

Chapter Twenty-Six: Like a Spiral Staircase
“And just who the hell said you assholes could stay here?!” Amanda snarled at the band members who stubbornly refused to leave. The police had already come to arrest Tony and had long since left with him in the back of their car. Johnny, Ginger and Twiggy had helped Raven move to the kitchen while Pogo and John 5 had stayed in the foyer with the furious, curly haired woman.
“No one,” the half insane keyboardist sing-songed, tittering slightly.
“We’re not gonna leave her alone,” the guitarist grumbled, staring over Amanda’s head and into the kitchen with a dimly concerned look.
“Just leave them be Mandy, we’re her friends too,” Ginger called from the kitchen, not moving from Raven’s side as Twiggy went to the fridge to get her something to drink.
“Right now I don’t give a rat’s ass about that! You guys are his fucking band! I don’t know what he did yet but I’m pretty sure I don’t want very many, if any of you in my house at all right now!” exclaimed the enraged female, moving into the kitchen to glare daggers at Ginger. The drummer flinched back from the heated glare, an expression reminiscent of a kicked puppy briefly crossing his pale, acne scarred face.
The look on his face made an expression of regret briefly cross Amanda’s own face before she heaved an exasperated sigh and sat in a chair beside him. “I don’t want them to leave,” came a weak, dispirited whisper from the other side of the bleach blonde man, making everyone in the room turn to look at the source. Raven looked back up at them with tear filled, lifeless hazel eyes.
“We’re not gonna leave sweetie. Here, drink this,” Jeordie whispered kindly, reaching between her and Johnny to place a Red Pop on the table.
The traumatized female only smiled weakly, the expression not reaching her nearly dead looking eyes as she took the bottle in her hand. “Raven, I wish I could do something to help you feel better,” the actor to her left murmured softly, his voice full of worry as he wrapped a gentle arm around her tense shoulders.
“I don’t think anything will,” she murmured in a dead sounding voice, uncapping the bottle and taking a long swig.
“I’m sorry about what I said Ging. I’m just frustrated. All these years of peacefulness have been utterly ripped apart and Raven got caught in the middle,” Amanda muttered in the lull in conversation, her curly haired head hung slightly in shame.
“You’re very protective of Raven, so I’m not surprised you reacted the way you did. Just keep in mind that we were the ones protecting her,” Ginger replied softly, wrapping an arm loosely around her shoulders and pulling her close. Neither noticed Raven watching them both with a wide grin on her face.
Despite the fact that her heart had a gaping hole in it right now, it did the pale woman good to see her childhood friend getting so close with the kind drummer. It was then that she began to get an idea of just how she would make herself feel better. A devious grin curled her lips as her hazel eyes continued to watch the pair. As Ginger stood behind Amanda to massage her shoulders, Raven began to formulate plans to get the two of them even closer.
Johnny, noticing the devious look on Raven’s face, only smiled in relief. At least it didn’t look like she was going to harm herself any time soon. Right now it seemed as if the pale female was plotting something involving Amanda and Ginger. His own grin turning devious, the goateed actor leaned toward the woman beside him. “Whatever you’re planning, I’d be glad to help,” he whispered, his brown eyes watching the oblivious pair. Raven smiled up at him in response before she turned to look at Twiggy.
Jeordie, who had been watching the entire exchange, only grinned at her in response. He then gave a short nod before wandering off into the living room. If this was going to go off without a hitch, he would need to involve the other band members. John 5 wouldn’t be a problem and neither would Tim but Pogo was always a wildcard. An amused chuckle leaving his lips, the ex-guitarist stood in front of his fellows. “Who’s up for a bit of matchmaking?” he asked, his brown eyes sparkling with humor.
All too soon the whole group had managed to work out a plan, Twiggy acting as a go between for the two groups to avoid suspicion from the unaware couple. Ginger was even busy making Amanda some tea and Amanda herself was busy writing something for her job. With the two being so distracted, it only made the conspiring easier. “Okay Johnny, you know the drill,” Raven whispered out of the side of her mouth, watching as the drummer resumed his spot beside her roomie. The actor only nodded in response before he glanced back at Twiggy for confirmation. The ex-guitarist only grinned widely as he gave Johnny a thumbs up.
“Hey Raven, would you like to go to dinner with me to help get your mind off that jerk,” the goateed star asked nonchalantly, throwing an arm around the pale females shoulder and pulling her close. Raven let out a squeak in response, her white cheeks going red from the nearness to the movie star.
“U-uhm, s-sure but for the record he’s not a fucking jerk,” she replied, her voice only sounding lightly irritated as she smacked his chest playfully. Amanda’s head jerked up at the suggestion, her green eyes narrowing slightly.
“If you think I’m about to let you go anywhere with any man alone right now, you’ve got another thing coming,” the protective female hissed, getting to her feet and glaring at Johnny. The actor immediately raised both his hands to show he meant no harm, smiling at the curly haired woman reassuringly.
“Well, I was planning on asking you and Ginger to join,” Raven replied, amusement clear in her voice as she took in her friend’s reaction.
“Oh,” Amanda replied, embarrassment tinging her voice as her pale cheeks flushed and she sat back down. Raven only chuckled in response, getting up to move closer to her roomie and ruffling her curly, brown hair. Amanda hissed, flailing at her irritably in response. Only Ginger was looking at the pair with suspicion, his brown his fixed solely on Raven. The black haired female merely tilted her head once she noticed, affecting an innocent look that didn’t fool the drummer one bit.
“Where were you thinking of going?” he sighed, turning to look at a still embarrassed Amanda.
Manson sat on the edge of his bed in his hotel room, his face buried in his hands and his fingers entwined in his ebony hair. His head was a whirlwind of memories, all them bad as well as about his past relationships. The one that stood head and shoulders above the rest was Dita. Her cruel words about all his past girlfriends as well as Raven repeated in his head over and over like a broken record. Letting loose a deep growl of frustration, the singer shot to his feet and stalked out towards the kitchen of his suite. Once there he poured himself a large glass of vodka/absinthe, knocking back the mixture in one go and shuddering as the liquid burned its way down. “What the fuck is wrong with me?! Raven loves me unconditionally! Hasn’t she more than proven that by now?” he hissed out, banging a closed fist down on the marble counter.
‘Who are you kidding Brian? Who could ever stand to be around you let alone love you?’ Dita cackled from within his head, drawing a harsh snarl from the rock star as he punched the wall above the counter. Rage swirling in his mismatched gaze, Manson simply stormed out of his room and into the city to find someone to vent his temper on.
Johnny and Raven sat on one side of the table with Ginger and Amanda on the other. Both couples were busy perusing a menu, Ginger occasionally looking over the thin booklet to glare at the two across from them suspiciously. Raven, who had decided on a cheeseburger, lowered her menu and caught the drummer giving her the stinkeye. The pale female only grinned back at him, her hazel eyes flicking the her childhood friend. The bleach blonde only rolled his eyes but smiled very slightly before he returned to looking at the menu. “I think Ging is on to us,” Johnny murmured in Raven’s ear as he leaned over to wrap an arm around her shoulders.
“Are you honestly surprised with what he has to live with? The poor guy is probably constantly on his guard for potential traps,” the pale female sighed into his ear, a blush coloring her cheeks as she leaned into the actor to help their facade.
“So what would you like to do after dinner Mandy?” Ginger asked, surprising the three other people at the table. A light blush coloring her cheeks, Amanda cleared her throat as she met the drummer’s steady, warm gaze.
A wide grin spreading over her face, Raven watched the pair across from them with a sly grin. Things were going much more smoothly than expected, now if only she could find a convenient excuse for her and Johnny to separate from the pair at the end of dinner. A feat that wasn’t going to be easy with recent events being what they were. “W-well there is that new Superman movie out now,” Amanda replied in a shy voice, oblivious to how Raven was looking at her. Ginger smiled in response, his eyes flicking briefly to the pair across from them.
All too soon a waiter appeared at their table, eager to take their orders. As the night wore on, Amanda was soon completely relaxed; joking with Ginger as if he was a lifelong friend. Even Johnny and Raven had begun to treat this as no more than just another double date with friends, laughing and joking back with the other couple. Ginger was just finishing up a humorous story about Manson getting drunk and nearly wandering on stage naked when the waiter brought their check. “I’ll get it!” all four shouted at once, four different hands clapping down on the piece of paper at once.
“You got the last one,” both Ginger and Johnny sighed in exasperation at the curly haired female who glared daggers at them as well as Raven.
“Fine, let me at least pay for my own meal,” Amanda insisted, glaring heatedly at both Johnny and Ginger who were looking at eachother with surprise.
“It’s not what you think Ging! It was a pay-per-view movie to help take our minds off of Raven while she was at the concert with Manson,” the actor assured, holding his hands up in a gesture of surrender.
Taking advantage of the moment of confusion, Amanda yanked the bill free with a triumphant noise. She held it above her head, waving it with a look of satisfaction on her pale face while the other three let out exasperated noises. Then Ginger was grabbing onto her arm in a gentle but firm grip, a serious look on his pale, acne scarred face. “Amanda, please, just this once allow me to pay for your meal. It would mean a lot to me if you would allow me that privilege,” he murmured, his smooth, baritone voice holding a pleading tone as his chocolate eyes locked with her green ones.
While Amanda was staring at the drummer with a slack jaw and a light blush on her white cheeks, the bleach blonde leaned forward until his body was a bare inch from touching hers. His eyes bored into hers intensely as a smile curled his red painted lips, causing the now flustered female to let out a small, breathless squeak. Using her distraction against her, the drummer slowly worked the receipt from her loosened grip; placing an affectionate peck on her nose in the process. Almost immediately the curly haired woman went an impressive shade of beet red, not making a sound of protest as Ginger handed the bill and the money for their meals to Johnny.
Raven and Johnny, who had been watching the scene with a mixture of awe and awkward embarrassment, looked at each other and gave a slight nod as the actor took the slip of paper and wad of cash from the drummer. “Raven and I are gonna head back to my suite for the night, you two go ahead and have fun at that movie,” the handsome star murmured, wrapping an arm around Raven’s shoulder and pulling her close to his side. That statement seemed to break Amanda out of her slight daze as she turned to fix Johnny with a suspicious glare.
“Mandy, Johnny has been nothing but kind to me. There’s really nothing to worry about,” Raven reassured her worried childhood friend. The brown haired female only narrowed her eyes assessingly before letting out a reluctant sigh.
“Fine but if he so much as raises his fucking voice at you and you call me immediately,” she hissed, her green eyes narrowed and fixed solely on the actor who immediately removed his hand from Raven’s shoulder.
Low moans that sounded pained as well as pleasured filled the dark room as two sweaty forms moved in unison. A pair of black smeared lips viciously locked with the pair of trembling lips below them as a low snarl rumbled from a bony chest. “Mine, you’re mine,” hissed a vicious, male baritone as teeth clamped down on a pale throat. A feminine cry of pain filled the room as a pale, black nailed hand roamed to a heaving breast and squeezed roughly. Bony hips drove forward to met the woman’s, causing a grunt from both parties.
“Why, why won’t you fucking let me touch you Raven?! Really touch you?!” came a gruff, emotion filled snarl as he pulled back; only to drive forward again. The bound and blindfolded woman beneath him only groaned in response, her red nailed hands playing with the black scarves around her wrists.
“I love you so much Raven. God, I wish you knew how I ache to see you, to taste you, to have you,” whispered a gruff, tortured voice as he began to take the female in earnest. Red filled his vision as he tilted his back, vein standing out in his porcelain neck as he exploded inside the condom he wore.
“I don’t know what to do. How long are you going to make me wait? Why won’t Dita just shut the fuck up!” he rumbled, collapsing on the female slightly as his numb fingers untied her wrists.
Once one was free, the black haired prostitute immediately freed herself; looking down briefly at the now seemingly sleeping man on top of her. Despite how roughly he had treated her, the guy obviously had some issues to work out. Sighing softly, Aura pulled herself free of the sleeping john and got to her feet. As she got dressed, the female kept glancing at the sleeping male. The lanky fellow was now holding onto a ragged looking dog plush, making distressed noises as he fidgeted in his sleep.
Deciding to leave well enough alone, Aura gathered her money and gave him one last glance before she simply walked out of the room. She didn’t see the man burrow his nose into the well loved toy and inhale deeply. “Raven, what do I do?” he sighed in with his eyes closed, two tears slipping down his makeup smeared cheek. Low, quiet sobs continued to leave the male, unheard by anyone but the cockroaches under the fridge as a pair of pain filled, mismatched eyes opened in the darkness.
Amanda blushed as she sat next to Ginger, her hand held loosely in one of his as the beginning previews began. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like me to get you anything?” the drummer fairly purred, leaning a bit closer as he gave her hand a gentle squeeze. Swallowing slightly, the blushing woman only shook her head; her brown curls swaying slightly from the movement. The bleach blonde only rolled his brown eyes before leaning close enough to brush her ear with his lips.
“I’ll be back in a second,” he husked into her ear, smirking slightly at the shudder that ran through her thin frame. Then he was gone, leaving behind a stunned, bright crimson Amanda.
All too soon he was back, holding a huge popcorn and two large sodas. Rolling her green eyes, Amanda glared at him playfully as she crossed her thin arms over her chest. “Well, I figured that we could share the popcorn and that you’d need a drink,” Ginger explained smoothly, smiling at her as he sat beside the brown haired female. She only continued to glare at him with mock anger before she took the offered drink.
“Thanks,” she murmured, giving the drummer a small smile as she took a handful of popcorn. As she munched on the fluffy, butter covered substance, Ginger took the opportunity to take her free hand in his once again. Swallowing a bit gruffly, Amanda looked up at the drummer; unconsciously licking her butter covered lips.
His chin length, blonde hair hanging in his pale face, the musician only smiled down at the flustered woman fondly. It looked as if the normally shy male wanted to say something but the beginning credits began to roll and Ginger focused his attention to the screen. Not sure whether to feel relieved or disappointed, Amanda shyly leaned into the drummer, smiling when he wrapped an arm loosely around her shoulders. For the moment, all her worries about Raven and Manson fled her mind and she found herself simply enjoying being in the blonde’s company.
Raven flopped on the couch in Johnny’s suite, a content noise leaving her lips and she leaned back into the soft cushions. “You okay Raven?” came a concerned male voice from behind her, making her turn her head to look at the speaker. Johnny met her hazel gaze evenly, concern evident in his eyes as he moved towards her slowly. It was almost as if he was afraid to startle her and the pale female couldn’t help but smile at him.
“Yeah, just thinking about a few things,” she replied, moving a lock of her ebony hair behind her ear.
“Like what?” the goateed actor murmured, his baritone voice caressing her body in odd ways and causing a slight rush of arousal to jolt through her.
Clearing her throat slightly, the now flustered Raven turned her gaze away from Johnny to focus on the carpet beneath her platform boots. “About how happy I am for Amanda and Ginger mostly. Wonder where Manson is of course. Hoping he’ll come back,” she replied, her voice tapering off to a whisper as she leaned forward to clasp her hands between her knees. The couch dipped beside her as Johnny sat beside her, wrapped an arm around her and held her close.
“Of course he’ll come back. He loves you more than I’ve ever seen him love anyone. He’s actually starting to even let you in! A lot more than he’s ever done in his past relationships,” the actor sighed, his mustache tickling the cup of her ear as he gently moved her to his lap.
A light blush coloring her pale cheeks, Raven looked up at the star with an apprehensive glance as her hands came up to rest on his well muscled chest. His scent hit her nose in a wave as she leaned away, causing a pulse of arousal to go through her very core. Shuddering slightly, the flustered woman could only manage to shake her head as Johnny looked down at her with concern and even love. “Johnny, I can’t... Manson wouldn’t like this,” she squeaked out, her heart beating in her throat as the actor’s arms tightened around her slightly.
Meeting her gaze steadily, the star only let out a slow sigh as he leaned his forehead against hers. “I know Raven, I know. It’s okay. All I want to do is offer comfort, please allow this much,” he rasped out, his voice throaty from emotion and holding a slightly desperate edge. His nearly black eyes swirled with several emotions, making Raven’s head spin slightly as she tried to piece them together. After a few moments, she finally leaned into his black t-shirt covered chest and allowed him to cradle her in his arms.
All of a sudden all the stress from the past few days finally broke free and the now shaking woman broke into harsh sobs. Johnny only made noises of comfort, gently rocking her back and forth in an effort to soothe her. Raven only let out a shuddery breath burrowing her hot face into the star’s shirt. Neither of them noticed Raven phone beginning to ring or the ringtone coming from the object.
Ginger and Amanda walked up to the oddly silent house, her arm entwined in his loosely as they both stopped to stare at the house suspiciously. “If Pogo has fucking destroyed the whole place again,” the curly haired femme hissed, her green eyes spitting venomous anger as she reached forward to open the door. To both their surprise, the house was intact as well as completely empty.
“Where the hell did everyone go?” Amanda whispered, going immediately on the defensive; as if expecting Pogo to jump out from behind any corner. Ginger only looked around suspiciously for a few moments before relaxing.
“It seems Johnny and Raven have set it up so we have the place to ourselves,” the drummer whispered, his voice oddly husky as he avoided looking at the female beside him. The thin female only blushed deeply in response, fiddling with the hem of her shirt as she avoided looking at the band member. Ginger only smiled down at her kindly before moving into the kitchen.
“I’m going to make some hot cocoa, do you want some?” he called from the small room, snapping the flustered woman out of her daze.
“Oh, uh sure,” she replied in a wispy voice as she walked slowly into the kitchen. Mystery, who had decided to join them in the kitchen, looked up at Ginger and let out a loud, grouchy sounding meow; making the pair jump out of their skins. Chuckling softly, the drummer bent to pick the overweight cat up in one arm so he could pet her while he prepared the beverages.
Amanda watched the scene with a smile on her face, sitting at the table to watch the musician. Ginger moved deftly, pouring water and cocoa powder into two mugs one handed while he held Mystery in the other. Once that was finished, the blonde put the two mugs in the microwave and set the time to six minutes. Then he turned, smiling down at the purring feline cradled in his arms as he took a seat beside the curly haired female. “She seems to like you,” Amanda whispered, reaching to scratch the lazy cat’s ears.
“I hope she’s not the only one,” the drummer replied in a quiet voice, his brown eyes holding an odd sincerity as they locked with hers. It was all she could do not to choke as her face flushed from the hidden admission in his voice.
“G-ginger...,” she gasped out in a far too shaky voice, her heart beating in her throat as he reached forward to take her hands in his.
“Amanda, since the day I met you I’ve been drawn to you. There’s just something about you that makes me want to spend every moment I can in your presence. I... I know that this probably won’t work because Manson is about as stable as his male namesake and we don’t know if he and Raven will stay together but I’d still like to try,” he confessed, his eyes never wavering as his worried voice washed over her.
Closing her eyes, the shaking woman took a deep breath in an effort to slow her racing heart. Could she do this? Was what she feeling for Ginger really love? She had never really even had a boyfriend before and found herself completely lost in an ocean of confusing feelings. Opening her eyes, Amanda found Ginger looking at her with fear and anticipation. It almost looked as if she held his very heart in her tiny hands. Biting her lower lip as her heart beat in her ears, the blushing woman could only nod slightly.
Almost immediately she was swept into a pair of arms as Ginger kissed the crown of her head. “Thank you. Thank you,” he sighed, relief clear in his unsteady voice as he held her tight against his lithe body. Amanda only smiled slightly as she pulled back to look in his eyes. The drummer stared down at her with eyes that were brimming with a myriad of emotions as he reached down to tenderly cup her cheek.
“I think I love you,” he sighed softly, kissing the tip of her nose as the microwave dinged and popped the moment like a soap bubble.
Still cradled in Johnny’s lap, Raven nuzzled under his chin and sighed as the last of her tears left her overwrought body. First it was her father and then it was Tony, she was almost afraid of what would happen next. Wiping the dampness from her cheeks, the sniffling female sat up to look at the actor with an abashed gaze. “Sorry ‘bout your shirt,” she murmured, looking down at the sizeable wet patch she had left behind.
“Don’t worry about it Raven,” Johnny rumbled, his voice gruff and throaty as he leaned down to give her a platonic kiss on the tip of her nose. The action caused the now flustered woman to let out a breathless squeak as she fairly vaulted out of his lap. Her hazel eyes were wide and full of both apprehension and her own, helpless response to the small token of affection. As soon as his lips had met her nose, her entire body had flared with arousal; causing a fair amount of distress.
Johnny only looked up at her, sadness and concern swirling in his brown orbs as he got to his feet. As the star moved, Raven tensed and stepped back; her hands clenched in her shirt over her thudding heart. “Raven... don’t look at me like that. I promise you I only want to offer you comfort. I have nothing else in mind,” he whispered, his voice gaining a slightly shaky quality as he gazed at the shaken woman. Just as she was about to open her mouth to reply, she was interrupted by Jerome.
“Mr. Depp, Mr. Manson is here to see Ms. Raven,” came the bodyguard’s deep voice from the other side of the still closed door.
Immediately apprehension and rage filled the room, Raven being the scared one while Johnny curled his hands into tight fists. A muscle ticking in his tan cheek, the actor turned to face the door. “He’s done more than enough to her for one day,” he bit out, venom clear in his anger filled voice. Raven flinched behind him but didn’t protest. While she desperately wanted to see Manson, she still felt a bit afraid of him. What he had almost done to her reminded her too much of a very painful past.
“Let me the fuck in!” came a vicious snarl from the other side of the door, making the already frightened female flinch more. He sounded very drunk and very pissed off, a bad combo even under the best of circumstances. If she didn’t let him in, it was likely to only get worse.
“Johnny, just let him in,” she sighed, pressing up close behind the star as she hid slightly behind him. The actor only looked back at her assessingly before giving a curt nod.
“Fine but with how he sounds, I’m not about to let him anywhere near you,” he hissed, a protective edge to his voice as he turned his gaze back to the closed portal.
“Ms. Raven would like to see him Jerome, though heaven knows why,” Johnny bit out, his goateed lips pursed in a thin line.
As soon as the door opened, the rock star shoved his way in; his bloodshot eyes searching the dim room for Raven and only seeing Johnny. “Where ish she,” he slurred, swaying drunkenly as he stumbled forward. The actor only crinkled his face in disgust in response, swinging his right arm back to hold Raven behind him protectively.
“I’m here,” she whispered in a small voice, peeking around Johnny’s black clad back to look at the singer. Manson’s bloodshot, mismatched eyes immediately flew to her, a gruff snarl leaving his lipstick smeared face. It almost looked as if he had rubbed his face all over something or more likely someone. Hurt filled Raven at the realization and her heart dropped to the soles of her boots. He had done it again, he had gone to a prostitute for his pleasure and yet all she could feel was a deep sadness and dim heartbreak.
“Why,” he hissed out, leaning forward so far it was a miracle he hadn’t simply fallen on his face. Through her pain, Raven could only blink in confusion.
“I could ask the same thing but I doubt the questions are the same,” she sighed, fisting her shaking hands in the back of Johnny’s t-shirt.
“Why won’t you let me touch you? Let me love you?” the performer husked out blearily, the stink of booze coming off him in waves as he stumbled closer to the pair.
His pain filled words caused a lance of guilt to spear through Raven’s heart, making her gasp shakily. This wasn’t fair, to either of them. Could they really keep going on like this? Would they even be able to separate at this point. Her heart an aching sore in her chest, the shaken female could only bite her lip as tears began to run down her cheeks. Before she could respond, Johnny held up a hand for silence. “Brian, you’re drunk and Raven is emotionally distraught. Neither of you are in any position to be having this conversation right now,” the movie star bit out in an authoritative voice, the look in his eyes holding no room for argument.
Manson only glared blearily back before his gaze went unsteadily back to the now crying Raven. A look of regret and concern replaced the rage from before and the singer slumped in place. “You’re in no state to go anywhere. Use one of the guest rooms. Raven will be staying in my room for the night,” Johnny bit out, his brown eyes steely and cold as he glared down at the abashed super star. Manson only nodded in response, stumbling off in the direction of the rooms.
Once he was gone, Johnny was turning around and wrapping the shaking Raven into a tight hug. As soon as their bodies made contact, the dam broke as she broke into ragged, heartbroken sobs. “This isn’t fair, to me or him. Look what I’m doing to him! How can I hang onto him when I might never be able to have sex with him?” she gasped out, burrowing her face in the rough material of the actor’s shirt. Johnny only made a noise of comfort as his hand came to rest on the back of her head.
“Raven, this isn’t your fault. It has never been your fault,” he murmured, his baritone voice wrapping around her like a warm blanket. Yet she found herself seriously thinking about the future. Would it do more harm to keep him or to break up with him? The troubling question whirling in her mind, Raven only nestled deeper into the movie star’s chest as she continued to sob.
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