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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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ANGEL'S POV

I jolted from my sleep, hearing a glass smashing and noticed Sarah wasn't laying next to me anymore.

I jumped up and ran to the living room where I heard the noise come from, stumbling and rubbing my eyes, still half asleep.

I saw Sarah sitting on the floor with a bottle of vodka. A small hole was formed in the wall and smashed bits of glass on the floor under it.

"Fuck, Sarah, what happened?", I asked concerned in a low, husky, sleepy voice.

"My parents know", she replied with her words slightly slurring.

"Know what?", I asked, stepping cautiously over to Sarah and prying the bottle of vodka out of her hands, since she was already clearly tipsy.

"That I've been stripping. I'm not sure how they found out, but they just called and told me they knew and are adamant about making me quit my job and informed me of EXACTLY what type of slut they felt I was", she said.

I sat next to her and held out my arms for her, she immediately snuggled up in them.

"That's not true and you know it", I said stroking her hair.

"But they think it, and that's what matters", she replied, fighting to reach for the bottle of vodka again.

"And they know you are working there, and told your parents", she added. Well....fuck.

This time it was me retrieving the bottle and pressed it to my lips, then gulping down some of the clear liquid. I enjoyed the burning sensation it caused in my throat so I took another swig.

"Well, we're fucked", I sighed.

Sarah shook her head vigorously. "I'm not fucking quitting my job", Sarah spat out. "....and neither are you", she said poking my arm, causing me to chuckle.

"Guess they're just going to have to get over it", Sarah shrugged and grabbed the bottle, chugging some down, then holding it back to my lips. Our moods lightened with each drink until we found ourselves in a complete drunken stupor, giggling about nonsense and forgetting all our problems.

After laying in the floor, drinking for over an hour, we were beyond drunk and decided to stumble to bed.

We snuggled up as usual and then Sarah rubbed her hand up and down my back. I began playing with her hair, I don't know why, it just came so naturally. Then she slowly ran her hand further down my back and then down to my ass. She lifted herself up a bit and leaned over me and pushed her lips to mine.

We gave each other several short pecks before she licked over my lips and I opened my mouth to let her in.

She swirled her tongue around mine and we both let out soft moans.

She then trailed her hands down from my stomach to my thong and pushed her hand underneath it and slowly rubbed up and down, never breaking the kiss.

After a few moments she broke the kiss to take off her shirt and bra and then mine. Then she sucked my breasts and nipples tenderly before running her tongue down my stomach and stopping at my navel.

She sat up a moment and pulled off my panties and then placed a gentle kiss on top of my vagina.

She then trailed her tongue back to my navel and sucked and stuck her tongue inside and then licked back up my stomach to my breasts.

She got on top of me and leaned forward so that her breasts were in my face.

I took her nipple in my mouth and started sucking and kissing them.

She leaned her head back and moaned and as I sucked her breasts she stuck her hands down her red thongs and began fingering herself.

She then took her finger out of her vagina and placed it to my mouth and I sucked it, tasting her wetness.

Then slithered her way back down my body and met my vagina with her mouth. She had her ass up in the air and had her hands extended up to my breasts massaging them while she flicked her tongue on my clit.

She gently sucked it and I reached down to tug her hair slightly. When I began tugging her hair she looked up at me and smirked then resumed her licking.

She retreated one of her hands from my breast and spread open my vagina lips and licked every fold and crevice.

I began moaning loudly and raising my hips with her flicks of the tongue.

She then pushed her tongue inside my vagina and swished her tongue around while she moaned.

She licked and sucked me nonstop until I climaxed.

She then snaked her way back up my body and kissed my deeply before climbing off me and laying on my bare chest.

She looked at me and smiled as I gasped for breath and laid in pure ecstasy.

What just happened? I thought to myself. But I absolutely loved it.

I turned on my side and pulled her closer to me so that we lay with our breasts pushed together.

We fell asleep in each others arms.

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I woke up at 4PM with the same headache that I seemed to have every day now from my new partying ways, hearing my phone buzz against the hard wood floor. How the hell did it get there?

I leaned down to get it and just as I was answering, the call ended. I looked to see I had 23 missed calls and 10 texts, all from Manson today. Shit. The concert. I immediately called back and he answered on the first ring.

"Hello, Angel?"

"Yeah, it's me, Manson"

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!", he screech so loudly I held the phone away a few inches.

"I'm sorry, I overslept"

"You didn't hear your phone?! Look how many times I have called you! Were you fucking with another goddamned man or something".....That's when I cut him off loudly.

"LOOK, I fucking told you I overslept and I was just about to get ready and was going to call you back, but maybe we should just call our plans off for the day since you have this attitude and are screaming in my ear like an idiot!", I screeched back into the phone, gripping my pounding head tightly.

"No, Angel, I'm sorry. I was just worried and frustrated, I have been calling since last night and I only get a text saying you're going to sleep. Please accept my apology. "

I sigh loudly. "It's fine, just let me calm down and wake up Sarah". No need, she was already wide awake now and staring at me like 'what the hell'.

"Alright, baby, I will see you at 6."

With that, I hung up.

"What the hell was that?", asked Sarah.

"I have no idea, but we need to start getting ready." I replied.

We showered and got ready quickly.

I wore a black halter top and black mini skirt with ripped fishnets and my black 7 inch platform stripper heels, and I wore heavy, smeared eyeliner and black lipstick.

Sarah and I got ready way faster than we anticipated, in just an hour. As Sarah added the finishing touch to my teased and messy hair, I began craving the high I felt with Manson previously. I ignored the craving until it could be ignored no longer.

"Have you ever done cocaine, Sarah?", I asked.

"That and more". She said with a half-hearted laugh. "Why?", she added.

"Do you want some before the concert?", I asked.

She grinned and pulled out her phone and sent a text to someone.

About 20 minutes later she got a call and excused herself for a moment outside.

She came back in with a bag of the white powder.

She chopped it into 4 small lines and snorted hers, then passed me her cut straw to do the same.

Within seconds I felt the adrenaline rush and pulled her into a deep kiss.

We pulled away cackling like a hyena when we heard a knock on the door.

It was Manson, and he brought Pogo with him.

He stepped inside, leaving Pogo on the porch.

"I know I'm a bit early and I brought him because the guys took off in the other car to drink and he wasn't ready yet. I tried calling, but you didn't answer. Is it okay if he comes in?", he explained.

"Yeah, sure". I was a bit nervous because I had the feeling he doesn't like me.

I opened the door and let him in and he nodded at me and made himself comfortable on the couch next to Sarah.

Manson wrapped me in his arms and pulled me close, kissing the top of my head.

"I'm so sorry for earlier", he whispered in my ear.

I kissed him and smiled warmly as to say not to worry about it.

We then also made our way to the couch and sat next to Pogo and Sarah.

Pogo and Manson both noticed the powdery residue on the coffee table then exchanged a glance and grinned.

"Looks like you guys have already started getting into the spirit of our concert", Pogo said with a chuckle.

We all laughed. Especially me because I saw how hard Sarah was trying to hide the fact that she was high out her head when they first came in.

Pogo then pulled out a marijuana cigarette and lit it, leaning his head back as he inhaled. Then passed it around.

Within minutes Sarah and Pogo were chatting nonstop, I knew instantly they had a connection and liked each other.

Manson and I were making out and I finally broke the kiss and glanced up to notice it was already 10 minutes after 6. He followed my gaze.

"SHIT! We are late!" He yelled as he jumped up.

We all got up behind him and quickly left out the door to the car.

Manson and I sat up front, and Sarah and Pogo sat in the back holding hands. Aww.

He quickly sped to the venue and ran inside when we got there.

We all went onstage with the rest of the band who was doing their soundchecks.

No one was here yet except the band, crew, security, and us.

When everyone noticed Manson and Pogo, they stopped what they were doing and walked up.

Manson introduced us and everyone was incredibly friendly, especially Twiggy.

Then Manson and Pogo began practicing and doing soundchecks with the band while Sarah and I watched, exchanging smiles frequently.

Finally, it was time for the crowd to start pouring in, so the band went backstage and we took our places at the side of the stage.

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During the concert, Manson kept looking at me and smiling.

Sarah and I headbanged and danced grinding against each other.

It was so much fun and his music is so great.

When he was closing the concert by smearing red lipstick all over his face, he suddenly ran to the side of the stage and grabbed my arm, pulling me in front of the screaming and disorderly thousands of people in the crowd.

He then kissed me, smearing his smeared red lipstick on my face and neck. The crowd absolutely loves it and screams louder.

"GOODNIGHT, MOTHER FUCKERS!", Manson screams at the top of his lungs in the microphone, hurting my ears.

We then all walked backstage and I noticed all the half dressed bimbos that are clearly groupies trying to get to the band.

The band members wasted no time in getting acquainted with the groupies.....even Manson!

Well, everyone except Pogo. He is still hand in hand with Sarah and they are whispering to each other and giggling like 13 year old girls.

I rolled my eyes and walked up to Manson, who is busy with a groupie with bleach blonde hair that is rubbing her hand over his chest.

"I'm ready to go", I tell him.

"Well she has a backstage pass and I have to go in the dressing room to get my marker and sign her album and take some pictures with her and I will be ready to go", he spat annoyed.

I felt the jealousy rise in me as she played with his long black hair and I sat on a couch fuming.

He put his arm around her and walked her to his dressing room.

10 minutes rolled by and there was still no sign of him.

Sarah and Pogo were hardcore making out and roaming their hands all over each other and all the other band members have already left with a girl.

I got up from the couch and peaked around the corner to his dressing room and the door is closed.

I practically ran to the door to begin knocking, then I hear loud moans.

Great, he is fucking her. Well why the hell did he invite me here to fuck another girl? Why do I even CARE? I barely know him and I was the one that said we could screw who we wanted while we dated. I almost felt like crying hearing their moans of ecstasy and felt like running out of here, but he was my ride and I was with Sarah.

Finally after around half an hour he and the whore reemerge from the dressing room.

Both of their makeup is smeared and their hair is disheveled.

She giggles and hands him a paper with her number scribbled across it, but as soon as she turns around he wadded it up and tossed it on the ground.

He came and sat next to me and laid his head on my shoulder.

I roughly pushed him off and he laid it on me again.

"I told you I'm ready to go", I told him.

He smirked and looked at Sarah and Pogo, who were still making out and now moving to Pogo's dressing room, "I don't think they are ready to go yet".

"Whatever then, don't say shit to me while we wait then", I said bitterly.

"Isn't this what you wanted, Angel?", he asked.

What could I say? It is what I wanted. I just didn't know it would be this hard. How am I having feelings for him this fast?

After a moment of silence, I finally spoke up, "You did the same thing earlier, you were bitching me out and yelling at me about being with someone else when I didn't answer the phone for you."

He looked enraged and his body tensed up a bit. "Were you with another mother fucker earlier or last night?", he asked angrily.

I was so mad from him fucking that whore that I lied. "Yeah, I was....."

The next thing I knew his hand swung through the air and smacked my face so hard that I fell backwards.

My face stung and I was stunned.

He stood up with his fists clenched and looked down at me as if he were going to beat me.

I got up and crept past him and then began running outside to the car.

I heard his boots pounding against the ground chasing after me.

When he reach me, I was sure he was going to hit me, so I tensed up and closed my eyes, but he just wrapped his arms around me.

"I'm sorry I hit you, so sorry, Angel."

"I-I wasn't even really with anyone, I was just so mad you were with that bitch", I stuttered out, basically in a whisper.

"I don't like this, I don't want to think of you with anyone else and I just want to be with you", he said into my hair.

"Okay", was all I managed to say.

He put his hand under my chin, lifting my head up to kiss me.

We were interrupted from our kiss by Sarah and Pogo.

"Take us to the hotel", Pogo said bluntly.

We all got in the car.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the rear view mirror and saw there was a large handprint on my cheek and it still stung. Thankfully, Sarah didn't notice.

I nonchalantly held my hand over it, keeping my face completely turned from her view.

We got to the hotel after a few minutes and the couples separated off to the rooms, Sarah with Pogo and myself with Manson.

When we stepped in the room he held up my face to the light and inspected it with tears in his eyes.

"I'm so sorry, that will never happen again", he said.

I nodded and he leaned in to kiss me. Gently at first and then he roughened it. He bit and sucked my lip as his hand loosely gripped my hair.

I didn't feel in the mood in the slightest at first, but he knows how to immediately get me turned on, make me lust for him.

We fell backwards on the bed with me on top. He gripped my ass while I grinded back and forth on his crotch, feeling him become increasingly hard.

He then tossed me off of him roughly to the side of the bed and began ripping and clawing my clothes off with a grin on his face.

He sucked and bit at every inch of my body, leaving me wanting more as he pulled away.

He reached in his pocket and pulled out a bag of cocaine.

He kissed my stomach and put a line of cocaine on top of it and another on my bare vagina.

He then snorted it off and sat up with his eyes closed.

He opened them after a minute and they were completely different. Glassy, red, and dilated. But they weren't the only thing that was different, so was he.

He spread my legs and got between them and began kissing me roughly.

Just then my phone began to ring. We ignored it, but when it kept ringing repeatedly he suddenly lept off of me and picked it up.

He scrolled through for a minute, then without warning threw the phone in my face.

I screamed out in pain as blood poured out of my nose.

"YOU'RE A GODDAMN LIAR, YOU FUCKING BITCH!", he screamed gripping my shoulders.

Before I could respond or ask what he was talking about he spoke again. "Who the fuck is Jeff?! HUH?! IS THAT WHO THE FUCK YOU WERE WITH EARLIER?", He screamed so loudly my ears were ringing.

Jeff. What did HE want?

"I swear to you I wasn't with anyone earlier, I was telling you the truth. He's my ex boyfriend I broke up with before I moved in Sarah. I have no idea why he is calling me now, I never even want to speak to him again.", I choked out what I needed to say the burst into tears.

"Why the hell is he calling you baby and saying he misses you?", Manson asked as his face softened. It seems he believes me. I hope.

"I don't know, but I swear I haven't spoke to him since before I even met you", I answered. "I would never even WANT to speak to him again after everything he has done", I added.

Manson got up and walked into the bathroom, bringing back tissue for my nose. He tilted my head back and pinched it. He then pulled my head to his chest and stroked my hair.

I found him oddly comforting for the man that just caused me pain.

I began to speak, but he shushed me and kept stroking my hair.

I began to drift off to sleep, but just then he pulled away and kissed my forehead.

"I'm so sorry I hit you, baby. It won't happen again. I mean it this time", Manson said.

I just nodded. I couldn't bring myself to speak. I didn't want to be with Jeff and vowed to never see or speak to him again because of the same shit that Manson is putting me through now. And I was with Jeff almost a year, and I barely know Manson. If I barely know him and he's doing this, what would it be like a year from now?

I immediately pushed these thoughts aside, I know he's sorry. He said it wouldn't happen again and I believe him.

"I'm so, so sorry", Manson spoke again.

We laid back on the bed together with our chests firmly pressed together.

He gently kissed me with his hands on my face. Then after a few minutes he pulled away, with his hands still on my face, caressing it softly.

"Angel baby....", he said softly.

"Yes, honey?", I replied.

"I don't think I want to be without you while we finish this tour and work on the next album. I know this is soon and we are kind of moving fast, but you're special to me and I want to ask you to come on tour with me. I understand if you aren't ready for that and I don't want you to feel like you have to say yes, baby".

It was fast and a lot to take in. But I don't know how I would be without him all this time either. He has been consuming my thoughts now and I'm feeling as if I'm falling in love with him. I can't help but wonder to feel if he's feeling the same. I want to tell him, but he didn't say it to me and I don't want to say it first or scare him away.

He was looking at me nervously and expectantly and I realized I still haven't spoken.

"Yes, I would love to. I was honestly wondering the same, about how hard it would be to not see you for so long", I said with a smile.

A smile grew across his face and he pressed his lips to mine.

The fact Manson hit me twice in one night and fucked another woman, all melted away. I forgave him. And even if I don't say it out loud, I love him.
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