NO WAY IN HELL! (A Marilyn Manson fanfiction)

NO WAY IN HELL!: Chapter Eighteen

((((Warning!: Mild violence))))
Twiggy's POV:

I couldn't move.

For, only my mouth seemed to work. It spoke quiet sobs and mild whimpers. And my eyes only just continued to stare at the scene in front of me.

My small body felt weak and I kept my hands clenched and in front of my face in a childish manner, making me seem scared.

I could be dreaming, but I knew that what was unraveling in front of me, signalled that this, was definite reality.

Brian breathed heavily, obviously coming down from a climax and a large strand of nervousness trailing through his supple body.

Tim had pulled out minutes ago and he sat on Brian's bed half naked. With only leather pants on, blunt between his lips, head hanging low.

"You.." Stephen breathed.

His knuckles cracked, the clinking of his rings grinding against each other rung though my head, and before I could say or do anything at all, Stephens hands were reaching out for Brian's hair.

I took in a sharp breath as Brian's whole body hit against his bedroom wall,  a throaty scream escaping his quivering lips from the cold, hard contact.

Stephen pulled stands of black hair from in between his fingers, and looked angrily towards Tim.

"Get out" he spoke with a hard tone of voice.

When Tim only looked up, a guilty expression clearly poised upon his face, Stephen raised his voice.

"I said, get the fuck OUT!" He yelled, making me squeak and jump softly.

Tim stood up abruptly and scurried his way out the door before he himself had any broken bones to tend to afterwards.

"You..you fucking cheat!!" Stephen yelled again, pointing his index finger at Brian, then shoving it hard into his thin chest, making Brian wince.

When he did nothing else, Stephen yanked him up by his hair, Brian screamed again, making more than needed tears stream down my cheeks.

Never in my life had I expected this very moment to happen. Never had I ever felt so small, so weak and so drained of confidence, all because of my sentimental emotions. They always have the best of me. Here I was thinking that everything was going to go great, that Brian was perfect, the one for me. And look what fucking happens.

Another scream escaped Brian's dry, quivering lips, and I sniff and choke out a few words.

"S-Stephen.." "p-put-" I begun to gag and choke on my words. The stench of sex and the heat was too much for me too handle, yet I couldn't bring myself to move away from it.

Stephen got the idea and looked at me with sorrow and remorse, and 'gently' threw Brian back onto the ground with a loud thump. He shrieked in pain and brought a hand to his tailbone.

The smallest of actions Stephen does to people seems tiny to him, yet he leaves so much damage.

I quietly made my way over to Brian, my hands cuddled up to my flat, shivering chest, my legs feeling weak and my head spinning, but I still leant down next to him, but, I did not touch him, for I thought he doesn't deserve more than this attention from me at the moment.

Brian looked up to me, eyes red, lips pointed and his face full of regret.

"Jeordie.." he reached a hand up to touch my face, but immediately, I slapped it away, feeling more of animosity than sadness at this point. It was boiling through me, my stomach turning and my throat burning with just, pure, hot rage.
He must've seen the look on my face because his eyes drowned with shock, and he flinched, but it was barely noticeable.