Born Villain

Antichrist Superstar

Waking up in bed alone my face peeled away from the bed with the tears sticking to it. I turned over to see a warm cup of coffee and a note saying Everything sorted. Ready to talk? Twig xoxo Even though I felt shit I couldn't help smiling that Twiggy cared that much.

Slowly I dragged myself up and took the coffee into the front room where I snuggled into the corner of the sofa drinking the coffee while watching the news, as depressing as it is. Twiggy came in, sat next to me and hugged me. I hugged him back too. I hadn't seen Marilyn since last night but it was scaring me about where he is or what hes doing.

"Thankyou Sally. Breaking news, Marilyn Manson has been seen taking a teenage girl to his apartment two nights ago and it has implied that Mr Manson had given her drugs and had sexually assaulted her." The news reporter read, "The teen has not been seen although there has been Marilyn's band member Jeordie White better known as 'Twiggy Ramirez' and a man who has in the past been a burn victim walking into the apartment building who are thought to be linked into the abduction of the eightteen year old girl named Avril Simons. Marilyn Manson was saw approximately at 3am this morning leaving the apartment block following the burn victim."

Sexual assault? Abduction? They said my name on national tv!

Slowly I turned to look at Twiggy who had leant forward in his chair, "What the fuck is this?" Twiggy asked in a calm voice. 

Furious, I ran to the front door then grabbed the phone off the wall and punched in the news number and awaited for an answer. As I was waiting I heard on the tv that the call had been found and it will be answered live on the tv.
Reporter: Hello who's speaking.
Me: Oh its just the victim of my boyfriend, Marilyn Manson.
Reporter: Do you know where Avril Simons is and what state shes in?
Me: She's right here and completely fine.
Reporter: Would it be possible to speak to her?
Me: Yes she's on right now dickhead, what do you think your saying? I am in a relationship with Marilyn and that burn victim you are speaking of happens to be my brother which you have no right speaking of without permission neither can you legally say my name on national tv without my permission. Twiggy is so close to me he is my friend so you can get some proper news writers who are aware of the law and can get their facts right.
Reporter: Okay, we shall carry on this conversation off air goodbye.
Me: Er no-
Reporter: That was Avril Simons. We apologize if the lanuage she used was offensive to anyone. In other news in New York there has been a charity fun run...

He hung up on me! The freaking news reporter hung up on me! Well at least I had some evidence in court when I get my lawyer involved, I thought. Stomping back and forth in the front room I thought of how I could find Marilyn, I'd already tried calling him several times. Twitter? I went on twitter to find any tweets that could give away where he was. Giving up, I had to do it the old way. Drive about asking.

"Twiggy come on lets go drive." I said once I'd got dressed in nevy blue denim dazie dukes, a sleeveless black shirt and black converse. Twiggy rolled his eyes and dragged himself up of the sofa then dragged himself to the front door where he grabbed his keys and went out the door carelessly.

First stop: other apartment. Outcome: Nothing.
Second stop: bar. Outcome: Came here then got booed out the door last night (I was really annoyed then)
Third stop: Starbucks. Outcome: Nothing for weeks.
Fourth stop: Drug dealer. Outcome: Offer to go again and 'have fun' NEVER
Fifth stop: Strip club NOT MY CHOICE. Outcome: Not for three days and Twiggy 
Sixth stop: Starbucks. Outcome: Ready to look for more stops.
Seventh stop: Viewpoint. Outcome: Nothing and really achy legs.
Eighth stop: Starbucks. Outcome: Less aching legs.
Nineth stop: Apartment. Outcome: Marilyn found curled up on the sofa.