Writing Prompts

If we get caught it's your fault

Prompt: If we get caught it's your fault

Character: Marilyn Manson

They knew each other from school.

She was the straight A student and he was the misfit that didn't fit in much.

But to each other, their flaws were perfect.

He loved to play music, she loved to dance.

They hooked up from time to time but it was only as friends.

Her boyfriend that her father picked would beat her when they were alone.

So the only option was to not leave them alone.

"Why do you hang out with him. He's odd and strange."

That's how it all started.

"I don't love you Y/n. But to keep our fathers happy we need to act like we care for each other."

"How about no."

"What."

"You heard me."

He walked over and smacked her so hard her lip broke open.

Brian saw and ran at him.

They started fighting.

The headmaster came and stopped it.

~

They sat in the office. It felt like waiting for a death sentence.

"Miss Y/l/n, the headmaster will see you now."

She got up and walked in.

Brian watched as her mother and uncle walked in.

Y/n walked out with tears in her eyes.

He got up and ran to her.

"Y/n what happened?"

"They kicked me out over a lie that he told them to keep from getting in trouble."

Brian growled.

"It's okay. You saved me from him. Thank you." She gave Brian a hug. "Don't forget our promise."

~10 years later~

Brian stood on stage as people screamed his stage name.

He kept his promise to Y/n.

People know him as Marilyn Manson now.

No one even cared where he came from except annoying adults whos teenagers listen to his music.

So here he was trying to explain himself once again.

"Well just so all of you older folks know, his music was never meant to be interpreted the way all of your young adolescents are taking them."

Brian looked up and saw her.

"How would you know miss?"

She smiled. "Because I'm Abigale Manson."

"Come down here and sit with us then and you can give us your opinion."

She walked down and sat next to him.

"Hello Abby."

"Hi Marilyn."

"So Ms. Manson..."

"Actually could I talk for a moment?"

"Of course."

"Marilyn do you remember what I told you?"

He shook his head.

"If we get caught, it's your fault."

"Oh."

She smiled and looked into his eyes.

"It's not Ms. Manson." She held up her hand. "It's Mrs. Manson."

Everyone gasped.

"And as to who I am to the band, I helped write the songs that everyone says are bad."

Brian put his arm around her.

"Alright could you explain them to us?"

"Yes but first I want to express my deepest condolences to you. I am usually at the shows to help if someone is hurt but I was extremely ill the night it happened."

"Thank you Mrs. Manson."

"As for the songs, they are different ways that I had tried to get out of a forced relationship that turned abusive."

"I had tried to help her as we both went to the same school."

"The abuser lied to save himself, got me expelled and kicked out of my childhood home, and realized I was the only thing keeping Marilyn from hurting."

"Her uncle took her in and here we are married and living our dream."

After the annoying stupid show was over Y/n and Brian stood with the parents of the teenager.

"Please let us help with the expenses?" Y/n spoke softly.

"Oh we couldn't do that. It wasn't your fault dear."

"We insist. Please."

"Well then, I guess we have no choice."

Y/n handed them a check.

"Mrs. Manson this is too much."

"Nonsense. A child is worth more than all the money in the world. I'm just so sorry you lost yours at our concert."

"Thank you." The man said.

"And congratulations. Only a new mother would be able to understand how much a child could mean to their parents."

Y/n blushed.

Brian went silent.

"Thank you."