Adopted by Marilyn Manson, Twiggy Ramirez, & Johnny Depp!?

Chapter 4

Twiggy's POV
The guys had left several hours ago and John 5 had insisted on carrying Evie to bed, so me, Johnny, and Brian were all alone....almost.

We were in our bedroom, things had started to get heated when Johnny randomly kissed me as I was taking my makeup off for the night, bedtime for us meaning 2 in the morning. So now, Johnny and I were in the bed with me on top of Johnny, making out with him, while Brian prepped me and then slid into me. I arched my back, letting out a breathless moan as Brian got a steady pace going. I leaned back down and started kissing Johnny again as Johnny wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me, nipping at my bottom lip. The three of us had been doing this for years, even in the early days of the band. My arms started trembling, struggling to hold me up as Brian got faster, hitting that special spot dead-on. Johnny leaned up and started kissing my neck as Brian got closer to me and moved his hand around to the front of my body, touching my manhood.

I was nearly there, I was so close, when we heard it.

At first, it sounded like a whimper, the kind of whimper a scared child makes when they think there's something in their closet.

"Bri-Brian, stop, stop for a min-minute." I got out breathlessly, pulling away from Johnny's lips.

"What is it, Jeordie? What's wrong?" Brian asked worriedly, stopping his movements entirely.

"Shh, just listen. You hear it?" I replied, putting my finger to my lips for the 'be quiet' sign, then moving my finger in the general direction of our bedroom door, which was locked. We didn't want to run the risk of Evie walking in on us and scarring her for life.

About another five seconds went by and then we heard it again, except this time, it wasn't a whimper but an ear-splitting scream coming from Evangelica's room.

Johnny was the first one out of the room, pulling on his boxers and pajama pants and flying down the hall to Evie's room, knocking me and Brian off the bed in the process. Brian and I followed suit after pulling our clothes back on in a rush.

When we got to her room, Johnny was sitting in the middle of the floor, crisscrossed, while holding Evie in his arms and trying to wake her up by shushing her and talking softly to her as she was thrashing in his arms. That's when I realized what was going on; she was having a night terror.

"Let me see her, Johnny. I'm going to try to wake her up." I said, not waiting for a response as I took Evie from him and laid her back down in her bed. I sat down beside her and gently caressed her face with the back of my hand and sang to her quietly.

When I used to have night terrors when I first started touring with Marilyn Manson and sometimes had to share a hotel room with Bri, he would sit down on the bed next to me like I was with Evie, caressed my dreads or my cheek, and sing to me. Sometimes it would be a song from his childhood and other times it would be a song from the album we were working on.

"Sweet dreams are made of these, who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the 7 seas, everybody's lookin' for something...." I sang softly.

After a few minutes, she settled down and without waking up, fell back into a peaceful sleep as I carefully stood up and pulled the blanket and sheets back over her, leaning down and kissing her on her forehead as I whispered "I love you, Evie."

"How did you do that?" Johnny whispered, amazed.

"Brian used to sing to me and caress my dreads or my cheek when I used to have night terrors. I had just started touring with the band and I was taking some things I shouldn't have to get through things and it caused night terrors." I whispered back and I saw the sad smile Brian was trying to hide from me since he remembers just as much, if not more, of that time than I do. Most of my memories from that time are blurry and incomplete from a sex-filled, drug-induced haze on my memory.