NO WAY IN HELL! (A Marilyn Manson fanfiction)

NO WAY IN HELL!: Chapter Fifteen

A/N: I am very sorry for not updating this book in a million years :/ but here's one, and I'll tryyyyy to write another chapter quicker next time!! I hope you enjoy, I love you all! Xxxx Also: THANKYOU FOR 1K READSSSSS!!! I love you guys very much for that, THANKYOUUU!! Anyways, please enjoy, don't forget to vote and shit! :D xxx

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Brian's POV:

To be quite honest, I didn't want to get up.
I was sore, sore as fuck. Plus I was exhausted, I couldn't even lift one of my eyelids as I heard my mother call my name numerous times from the bottom of the stairs, I don't know if im going to get away with missing school today though, i still don't know if the school has told my parents that I wasn't there yesterday.
Though there's probably a trillion kiddies at the school so a few missing wouldn't really concern them, plus they're used to Stephen and Jeordie ditching school so I reckon they've probably just given up on them, and they might've thought I was sick or something. I don't know, i don't care.

I groaned in complete frustration and reached my weary arm underneath my pillow, and grabbing my phone, I begun to dial Twiggy's number.

"Yo!" Twiggy shouted into the phone, making me flinch back from the receiver.

"Jesus Jeo, calm down" I spoke, a hint of humour lining my words.

Twiggy chuckled. "Yeah yeah whatever, now what're you doing calling me this early?" He asked.

I shook my head, smiling. "I don't know if I should come to school or not, I mean-"

"You hurt like a bitch, your asshole is overfucked and your arms hurt from being tied up?" Twiggy interrupted quite eagerly, I could practically hear his smile.

I sighed. "Exactly"

"Yeah me too. I'm probably just gonna fake sick and stay home eh?"
I smiled. "Yeah, I may as well too. How about Stephen?" I asked, picking a strand of my hair up and twirling it between my fingers, catching a glimpse of my scratched up nail polish.

"Jesus.." I muttered. I definitely need to repaint these bitches today.

"Even though he ain't sore, he called me last night and said he's gonna stay home. Says he hasn't had a proper high in a while, plus he just got some cocaine from Ging"

I rolled my eyes. "Of course he did. Ginger has everything"

"No doubt about that" Twiggy muttered on the other end of the phone, but I just laughed in response.

"Hey you wanna come over maybe later?" I asked. Hoping for him to say yes.

"Hold up..." a few whispers were heard on the other end, plus something that went 'Bang!'
"Yeah sure, Stephens coming!"

I rolled my eyes once again. "Alright I'll see ya later men!" I yelled.
I could hear Stephen scream a slurry goodbye. "See ya love!" Twiggy yelled back, and I couldn't help myself from blushing before I hung up.

I threw my phone onto the floor and flopped back down onto my bed face first, just in time for my father to burst into the room.

"Boy are you sick or something?!" He yelled, ripping the covers from my half naked body and giving my ass a slap.

"No dad" I laughed.

"Well what the hell are you doing in bed?! Get up! You're driving your poor mother insane!" He yelled again, slapping both his hands on my bedside desk, knocking over a framed picture of me and Alice Cooper.

I opened one eye and reached over to put it back up. "I'm staying home dad, I don't feel up to it" I groaned.

My father quirked an eyebrow. "I'm concerned" he spoke. "Why so gloomy boy?" He asked.

I only shrugged.

"Did she cockblock you?"

My eyes widened in sudden surprise.

"Dad! Wh-"
"Or was it a he? Did he cockblock you son?"

"Da-"
"Or are you just sore? Did you use enough lube so-"

"HUGH WARNER GET OUT!!" I yelled, trying to keep my laughter in tact without breaking my straight face.

Dad only laughed and carried on taunting me.

"GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!!"

I picked up a nearby tissue box and hurled it at his head. "OUT HUGH OUT!!" I screamed.

My dad only carried on laughing, eventually making his way out the door. "Gotta go to work son, love you!"
He yelled , before shutting my door.

"DONT FORGET THE LUBE BOY!" He yelled once again before hurrying out of the hall to explain to my mother about the screaming.

I shook my head and laughed to myself. He's such a nutcase. Now I know where I get it from..

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