NO WAY IN HELL! (P2) - Gothic Trauma

NO WAY IN HELL! p2: Gothic Trauma - Chapter Six

Twiggy's POV:

I sat and fiddled with my thumbs, my head faced towards the floor, my dreads shielding my nervous and anxious face.

Marilyn had sat with us and discussed a bit of band stuff, same old, except one thing.

Someone's going to be kicked out of the band, and replaced by Zimmy.

As much as I love Zim, I love everyone else in the band, and to know that Marilyn doesn't , brings tears to my eyes and a pain to my jaw.

"Daisy!" A voice boomed, and I jumped in fright.
The back of the bus rattled and a thud was heard as I assume, Daisy, climbed from his bunk.
The curtain opened and I peeked from behind my greasy dreads to see Daisy's head poke from out of the side, a silly smirk plastered onto his lips.

My eyes squinted in an accusing manner as I examined his face. His cheeks were dusted red, and the tip of his nose was clearly irritated, as that was red too.
His hands twitched rather unnoticeably but I noticed, and they moved at an excessing rate.

"Someone called me?" He chuckled lightly, clearly in a good, GREAT mood.
Marilyn came thumping from the front of the bus towards Daisy, slowly towering over him as he came closer. He leaned in, real close.
"Outside now Scott"

The use of his real name made me choke, and I immediately looked down, not wanting to be belittled more than I already had been, or bring attention to myself for the wrong reason, so I went back to picking at the skin around my nails.

Daisy's smile had now dropped into a frightened yet curious expression, but nevertheless, he bounced his way from the back of the bus, to the outside of the bus next to the door, Marilyn following closely behind. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were red with fury.

The door slammed and I jumped.
As much as I knew I shouldn't, I was too curious to not leave.

I padded my way over to the door, and sat down on one of the steps ever so quietly, resting my small feet covered by some baby blue, knee high stockings, onto the cold metal.

I could only hear angered and slow whispers, but there was enough volume for me to make out what was being said.
And honestly, I really wished I had just stayed on the couch, picking at my skin.

"...I told you.. it was enough Scott, I've had enough.."

"Brian, please c-"

"Don't Fucking call me that!!"
Marilyn snapped, making my breath hitch in the back of my throat, making a clear noise.
The talking stopped but I stayed still.

"I'm sorry.." Daisy's voice was not so jumpy anymore, but filled with such grief that I thought I wouldn't be able to listen in much longer.

"You're out"

My hand flew to my mouth in disbelief, and to hold in a sob, and my other hand was placed over top.

"What? No, no Marilyn please- ple-" Daisy choked on a sob and sniffed. However, I could tell, even through this door, that Marilyn. Felt. Nothing.

"Get your shit." He said quietly, yet it was so intimidating. "And leave"

No, oh god! N-"

I clambered up the rest of the stairs like a scared puppy and ran to the back of the bus, hands now over my ears like a child throwing a tantrum, and tears flowing from my eyes like waterfalls.

Yet my throat hitched once again as my stomach was pounded by a hard object.

Arms wrapped around my small little body and pulled me into warmth and muscle.

I let out a cry of frustration and anger, but more than anything, grief.

"Jeordie, shhh, Marilyn will hear.."
I was pulled to into one of the bunk beds, and held in a tight embrace.
I didn't even need to look up to know immediately that it was Pogo.

His big hands stroked my dreads down and another traced circles on my bony spine to calm me down.

"D-Daisy! M-Marilyn kicked, he-he's gone!" I yelled into Pogo's chest, his heart was pounding against my forehead.
However, he shushed me.

"I know Jeordie, I know"

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Twiggy's POV:

"He was hooked on drugs Jeo, he was kicked out for a good reason"

Pogo held my supple frame on his lap on one of the bunk beds, one of his arms wrapped around my waist, his other hand stroking my hair.

I sniffed in response, wanting to hear more that I did.

Pogo sighed. "It started with weed, then it slowly graduated into cocaine, then to heroine, and he doesn't want the same thing to happen to Daisy, as it did to Gidget, you know he wouldn't be able to live with himself."

He continued stroking my hair, my breathing slowly returning to its normal pace.

"You know what he's like, he'll blame himself, he's always been like that, but honestly, this is the best thing and wisest thing could've done"

I wiped my eyes with the sleeve of my big, fluffy sweater and finally began to speak.

"Wh- what about rehab?! Why didn't Marilyn try to se-" but Pogo interrupted me, clearly trying to correct me.

"Believe me Jeo, he's tried everything. He'd been trying to get Daisy to go into rehab for a few months now, but.." Pogo shrugged.

I sighed and nodded, wiping my wet nose.

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A/N:Therr we go my beans