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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 was awoken by knocking on the door and when I sat up, Manson wasn't beside me in the bed.

I looked around then Manson emerged from the bathroom with a towel draped around his hips and his long black hair soaking wet and dripping down his back, and went to answer the door.

He briefly spoke to the man with a push cart with trays and slipped him some money.

Manson turned to me and smiled. "Good morning, baby, I ordered us some breakfast", he said.

He pushed the cart over to me and took the lids off the tray. He handed me a cup of coffee as he sipped his and then put a strawberry in his mouth and leaned over to my mouth for me to bite it.

"So are you excited about this tour and coming with me to work on our upcoming album?", he asked with a smile.

"Of course, but I'm pretty nervous", I replied kind of stumbling over my words.

I was fidgeting nervously. I have no idea what to expect being trapped in a tour bus with these rambunctious rock stars.

"It will be fun, I assure you", he said cackling, obviously seeing how nervous I was.

"Undoubtedly", I said with a giggle.

"So, when are you telling the guys that I will be coming, and is it okay with them?", I asked, my nervousness returning.

He nodded. "I already told them I wanted to ask you to come, they were perfectly fine with it. Especially since you're all I talk about lately."

Aww. That is sweet. I was filled with joy to know he cared and thought about me like I did with him.

We chatted as we ate our breakfast, him feeding me.

When we were finished, I leaned in to hug him, and he put his hand under my chin and lifted my face and kissed me.

Just then there was a loud knock on the door. He sighed and got up to answer it.

When Sarah and Pogo walked in, I tightened the sheets around my body. I was naked, but I was already covered up. It just made me nervous to be in the same room as Pogo naked, even though he has seen me fully naked before at the strip club.

When he saw me covering myself, he looked from Manson to me and gave a knowing smile.

Without a word, he stepped outside in the hallway, and I didn't miss a beat to jump up and begin dressing.

Sarah laughed. "Well I know what y'all were up to last night", she said between giggles.

I giggled and threw an orange from the tray at her. "Well I guess you went to Pogo's room after the concert to have tea?", Manson said, laughing. I laughed loudly when I saw her blush and try to quickly change the subject.

A few minutes later, Pogo knocked at the door again and then entered, without waiting for anyone to tell him come in or to open the door.

Manson still sat there in just his towel.

"She's coming with us", he said grinning as he snaked his arm around my waist.

"Your going on tour with them too?", Sarah asked excitedly.

Too? Was she also going?

"Terrific. I asked Sarah to join us last night.", Pogo said.

Well that answers my question. Although it was a bit strange. They met last night. And Sarah agreed to go without even knowing I was going. Hmm. Manson seemed to be a bit taken aback by this also, but didn't say anything. However, I was still excited. I was getting to go on tour with a man I was completely smitten with and love (it still feels funny saying that), and my best friend was going too!

They were chatting away, but my thoughts kept me from the conversation. This was a lot to take in and I was still nervous as to what it would be like.

I finally snapped back to reality.

"So when will we be leaving?", Sarah asked.

"Tonight", Manson and Pogo said together.

"So soon?", Sarah asked.

"Yes, we need to. We have to get back on the road, so we need to get going and you lovely ladies need to get your things packed quickly", Manson said while rubbing his hand on my back.

That won't be hard for me, I don't have many belongings.

Pogo and Sarah left the room so we could get showered and get back home and pack.

Afterwards we went out to pile into the car.

We drove to mine and Sarah's apartment and Sarah and I immediately began packing our belongings.

When we were done, Sarah sat on the edge of the bed and buried her face in her hands.

"What's wrong?", I asked.

"I'm fucking dreading telling my parents", she responded. "Especially after everything with them finding out about my job, now this. They were already 'this close' (Sarah snapped her fingers) to disowning me then. Something like this will ruin our relationship for sure", she added.

"Are you second guessing going on tour with them?", I asked.

She shook her head. "Just nervous. I don't even know how to tell them". She said.

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When we reemerged from our room, Manson and Pogo carried our bags to the car.

Sarah told them that before we left she needed to tell her parents.

Pogo offered to go with her and explain, but she refused saying it would only make it worse.

I felt bad for her because I knew her parents would take it just as badly as mine would. I felt a bit relieved that I didn't have to tell mine, as we were not speaking still, but I'm sure Sarah's parents would. I did know that I would need to tell my brothers though, just not yet.

An hour or two passed with us basically sitting in silence with very little small talk, when Sarah returned.

I could tell she had been crying. I could imagine it wouldn't go over well, but she seemed quite upset and I knew it probably went worse than she thought it would.

"How did it go?", Pogo asked.

"My family doesn't want to speak to me again", Sarah said with her voice cracking.

Pogo pulled her into a hug and had a sympathetic and soft look on his face.

He seemed to care for Sarah, even though he just met her. You could just feel the energy and connection between the two since they met last night.

Pogo embraced and comforted her a few minutes and then I went up to hug her.

She clung to me and sobbed.

Maybe this wasn't a good idea. Look what is happening before we even left.

Manson put his hand on my shoulder.

"We need to get going", he said.

By this time Sarah was already much calmer.

We walked outside and got in the car in silence. I sat up front with Manson and Sarah, of course, sat with Pogo. He had her in his embrace the whole car ride.

We pulled up to an area unknown to me. But I saw the big black bus, and assumed that to be the tour bus that would now be our home for the next couple months.

We climbed out of the car, still in silence, while Manson and Pogo hauled our bags into the bus.

Sarah began to perk up and appear happy again.

"Are you ready?", she said with that beautiful huge smile on her face.

My smile grew as well and I nodded.

We ran into the bus holding hands and looked around.

No one was on yet, except us. I enjoyed that, so we could familiarize ourselves with everything before everyone got here. I still didn't know them too well.

"I wonder where everyone is", Pogo mumbled as he pulled out his phone.

Just as he was dialing a number, Manson spoke up, "they are at the bar down the street".

"Oh", Pogo muffled through obvious annoyance and shoved his phone back in his pocket.

Sarah wrapped her arms around him and his annoyance quickly disappeared and he smiled.

I felt Manson pull my hand.

"Babe, let me show you were we will be sleeping".

The back of the bus was lined with rows of bunk beds, and I assumed we would be sleeping in one.

But Manson walked past them and opened a door that I didn't notice before.

Inside was a small bedroom with a pretty large bed, that took up most of the room. It had black satin sheets and pillows.

"This is my room....well OURS now", he said as he flopped back on the bed pulling me with him.

He laid on top of me and began kissing me mercilessly. He tangled his hand in my hair and deepened the kiss. We let out soft moans as our tongues slid around each others.

"You know, we can hear and see you", Pogo said from the doorway.

I felt my face burn and knew it was a deep red.

He winked then kicked the door shut.

Manson was blushing too as he pulled himself up, running his fingers through his hair.

I sat up halfway on my arms and looked down to see a large white stain, very noticeable against the black satin. I remembered him fucking the groupie in his dressing room at his concert and imagined that is what he used this room for. Fucking groupies. Ew. I glanced around and noticed several other white stains. Disgusting.

Manson noticed me looking around the bed at the cum stains then quickly spoke up, "oh, um, the sheets are clean, I assure you", then nervously giggled.

I rolled my eyes and cleared my throat.

I heard several voices coming into the bus.

"The guys must be back", Manson said while sitting up.

He reached his hand out to me and I took it.

Then we stepped out of the bedroom.

As we stepped out, I saw familiar and unfamiliar faces. The band was there with multiple women and some men were there also.

Manson said the men were the roadies and some friends.

I can just assume the women were groupies. There always seemed to be a hoard of them around the band, somewhere.

I felt nervous, but Sarah was talkative and friendly, as always. She's always been the more outgoing one between the two of us.

Manson and Pogo introduced us as their girlfriend's, which made me feel much to giddy, I couldn't help but smirk.

Sara (Lee Lucas) and Daisy were friendly, but mostly focused on the women in their company.

Twiggy was full of energy, talkative, and very child like, but in a good way.

Every time I meet him, he is a little different. The first time he was doped out of his mind, the second time wasn't as bad, and now he is hyper.

The driver climbed in the bus and Manson introduced me.

He just nodded at me and got in his seat and began the journey to the next venue, which was going to be in Florida.

Manson, Twiggy, Sarah, Pogo, and I all sat on a long couch and talked as everyone else excused themselves to do drugs and fuck their whores. Twiggy got up to go shower.

Pogo began to sweat and started rocking more violently than usual.

"I need to get high!", he blurted out and jumped up and went to the kitchenette to retrieve a white bear. He reached inside the back and pulled out a very large bag of cocaine that was stuffed inside the adorable bear.

He returned to the couch with us and shakily cut some lines on a glass table in front of us.

Sarah looked at him, concerned. But when he kissed her, all doubt flushed away from her face and she proceeded to snort a line as well. What the hell, I might as well do some too. So I did. But I noticed Manson narrow his eyes at me and glare. Finally, he averted his gaze and stood up and went to retrieve the same bear as Pogo, this time pulling out 5 white, cylinder shaped pills.

He popped four of them, without water, then brought the last one over to me.

"Do you want one?", he asked.

"What is it?", I inquired, inspecting it as he held it in the palm of his hand.

"Vicodin, one of my personal drugs of choice", he laughed. "It will have you relaxed and knocked on your ass", he added. So I took it. It was so hard to swallow, I never did well with swallowing pills. I gagged slightly.

Manson got up and retrieved me a glass of water. "If you have trouble swallowing them, you can chop them up and snort them", he suggested. I think I just might do that next time.

Sarah and Pogo got distracted in a tickling match and soon excused themselves to their bunk.

So that just left Manson and myself.

He didn't miss a beat to pull me into a kiss.

He broke the kiss and rubbed the back of his neck. "Angel baby....", he began.

"I love nothing more than corrupting my little angel, but I don't want you taking drugs with anyone except me. What you just did with Pogo will not be tolerated again. If I don't give it to you or if I'm not here with you, don't take anything. Is that understood?"

I slowly nodded. That is a bit controlling....

"Good. So how are you liking everything so far, and do you like the bus?", he asked.

"I love it, and everyone seems nice", I responded.

"I'm glad. Things might start getting crazy around here, though, I must warn you", he said with a laugh.

I tensed up at that. What was that supposed to mean?

Manson yawned. "I'm going to go take a nap, want to come to bed with me, baby?", he asked.

I shook my head and gave him a kiss.

I was still familiarizing myself with the surroundings and was way too pumped up to sleep.

He then got up and went to the mini bedroom in the back.

Shortly after, Twiggy returned from his shower and plopped down next to me on the couch.

"Watcha doing, and where's Manson?", he nudged me as he asked.

"He went to take a nap....wow it sure is quiet around here for this bus to be full of rock stars", I said with a nervous laugh.

He cackled and grinned throwing his head back. It wasn't that funny, guy. Ha.

"Oh, trust me, it will start to get more crazy around here", he said still laughing.

Twiggy and I talked and asked about each others backgrounds and strangely, I began feeling close to him. His childish charm was warming and inviting and it felt as if I have known him all my life.

He even managed to make boring subjects that I have no interest in, such as Starwars, entertaining.

He had his arm draped around my shoulder, which I didn't mind. It didn't feel like it had an ulterior intent to it.

Suddenly, Manson emerged from the bedroom rubbing his eyes.

"Hey, baby I.....", his sweet voice trailed off as he saw Twiggy's arm around me and he shot us both a death glare. It scared me. And it must have scared Twiggy too because he quickly removed his arm from my shoulders.

Manson stared for a minute then stomped dramatically back to the room.

I followed and opened the door to see him pacing back and forth with his fists clenched.

When he saw me, he slammed the door then before I knew it he back handed me so hard that I fell on the bed.

I could taste my lip was bleeding.

"You fucking slut!", he hissed through his teeth.

"W-what, baby?", I asked choking back tears.

He scoffed and sat next to me and grabbed my shoulders, then growled in my face, "why the FUCK did Jeordie have his arm around YOU?"

"HUH?!", he hissed again.

I could see the evil in his eyes, and it scared me.

"I-i-it was nothing, I promise you. I don't know why he put his arm around me, but it was just friendly. He didn't flirt in the slightest, and I sure as hell didn't. I would never do that to you with your friend, I love you.", I gasped at the last part of my sentence. Why did I say that? It just slipped out.

His face immediately softened. He reached up to run his hand through my hair and I flinched.

When I flinched, tears welled in his eyes. He then pulled me into his embrace and stroked all the way from the top of my head down to my back, repeatedly.

"I'm sorry I hit you. It won't happen again...."

I'm so, so sorry, I said in my head knowing what he would say next.

"I'm so, so sorry", he then said after I thought it. What did I say?

I was so upset and angry, but I felt myself melting with his touch.

And somehow, when he hit me, I felt love. I subconsciously WANTED him to....Wow, I'm crazy.

Him and Twiggy were right though, things were getting crazy alright.

Then, it dawned upon me that he didn't reply to me telling him that I love him.

My heart sank and my stomach was in a knot.

He doesn't feel the same. I felt so terrible I could die. I fought back the tears that were threatening to fall.

He doesn't love me.
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