Tainted Love

Chapter 10

Raven's POV

"Can you do more black eyeshadow on my eyes, Raven." Zane requests nicely.

"Yeah." I say in an almost bored tone. I wasn't in the mood to apply shit to them. They're not snooty or anything, they're actually very kind. I just wanted to curl under a blanket and forget everything. I didn't expect Brian to be the kind of guy who ignores their wife for four days after he made her cry. I have every right to be pissed off at him. Spencer was acting more of a husband than Brian. He's been very supportive to whatever I was sad about. He still has no clue the tension between Marilyn and I. He just knows one thing and it's that someone made me sad. Yet he still takes my side and comforts me.

I apply another dark layer of eyeshadow and send everyone off. They wave to me and I sit back and wait for their show to finish. The usual routine.

***

Spencer and I giggle as we grab a shit load of snacks at the grocery store. The guys in the band sent us off to venture for food for everyone.

"What else do we need?" I smile. He dumps three liters of soda in our cart.

"Well, Henry wanted us to grab some kind of nut mix for him."

"He tries so hard to be healthy, poor thing. I'm sure it's not easy with the kind of food we're going to bring." He chuckles and puts his arm around me. We race down to the nut aisle and grab whatever mix was the cheapest.

"Should we just get crackers too while we're in this aisle?" I shrug and watch him skim through the store's variety of crackers. I bite my lip and stare at Spencer almost in awe. He rakes his hand through his greasy blue hair. His face slightly scrunched in thought of which is best. He leans over closer to the boxes reading to himself the flavors. His soft voice tingles my skin. And like some kind of electricity sparks me, thoughts of him rush through my brain.

"Hey, Spence?" I call out. I break his concentration and he looks up to me.

"Yeah?" He asks his voice with a hint of raspiness. I walk over to him and hug him.

"Thanks, for being so nice to me." I have no idea what came over me. Perhaps it's that time of the month again? Or maybe the very emotional Coldplay song playing on the store's speakers. Whatever it is, I just felt as if he's too nice to me.

"You deserve it, Raven." He mumbles. We pull apart only a few inches to just stare at each other. My heart races and the desperate look in his eyes causes my stomach to flutter. He grips my waist tightly and he begins to lean down. He presses his plump lips to mine. I give into him and it's almost as if we devour each other.

Until a flash snaps me out of my trance.

I quickly shove him off of me. I turn to see a shocked teenage boy with a phone in hand with a picture of Spencer and I.

"W-why did you- did you take a picture-" I spill out words.

"Aren't you Marilyn Manson's wife?" The boy asks. My eyes begin to tear up. Spencer comes to me and wraps his arm around my waist.

"No, she's just my band's makeup artist." Oh, was he clueless.

"No, that's Mr. Manson's wife. Raven Warner." I begin to sob.

"Please don't post-" my plead was already forgotten as he runs out of there. I turn to Spencer. He shakes his head and swears quietly leave his mouth. "Look, I don't know why I kissed-"

"Are you a fucking idiot?!" He screams at me. He grabs my arms tightly almost bruising it and he takes me outside to the store's dumpster. "I fucking ruined your marriage!" He screams at me. His gaze to my face travels to my left hand. "A fucking ring. How could I have not seen that?" He rubs his face and he begins to laugh. "I'm a fucking idiot, aren't I?"

"N-no."

"Shut up! You fucking whore, do you have any fucking idea that you just cheated?!" I cry more, apparently this is all I ever do. "You cheat and all you do is play victim." He comes up to me and slaps me. Slaps me right on my cheek leaving a stinging sensation. I go to my knees and cry. "Stay down there, whore." He leaves me alone.

I just cheated. I cheated on my husband. We've been married for only a few months and we have our first argument and I cheat on him. What kind of fucking idiot am I?

Brian is going to fucking leave me.