Sweet Dreams (Marilyn Manson Love Fanfic)

Chapter 12

The reason most of my chapters are short is because i try to update everyday or asap.

Raven's POV

Last night was the worst concert. It wasn't as energetic nor interesting. It was mostly Marilyn not putting his full effort. Marilyn basically just threw everything he had on stage. He broke two guitars, six mic stands, and one cord that was attached to the microphone. He was screaming the lyrics as if he was scolding the audience. I felt bad, in a way, he looked as if he was going to cry on stage. Yeah, I know, I shouldnt feel bad because of the whole "Jenny conflict" but he was really hurt and he still is. He hasn't talked much the past few days. He would instead just kiss me and touch me. He would constantly mumble 'I'm sorry'. Deep down I know that he isn't his son.

Today we are suppose to take Jenny to the doctor. I sure as hell did not want to go and neither did Marilyn, so Zim and Ginger are going to take her.

"Alright, ready Jenny?" Ginger asks as he helps her off of the bed. "We'll be back. " he says.

"Bye guys. " Zim says and gives me a quick hug. Madonna is asleep in the bus, he decided he didn't want to stay with us. I have no idea what his problem is. I try not to get involved with him. It looks like he might give me shit if I try to talk about how tense things are between us. Putting that aside in a way I feel that Marilyn should go with the others. I feel as if he has a part in this whole thing. Not a bad part, but an important role.

"You should have went. " I tell Marilyn and sit by him.

"It's not mine, therefore I'm not going with that bitch. " I flinch at the word 'bitch'.

"You're being a bit harsh on her, she is pregnant. "

"So apparently being pregnant means you have to kiss ass to that person. " he shouts.

"Calm down. " Twiggy says.

"All I'm saying is that..never mind. " I say and I curl up in the blankets on the bed. We all decided to get a two bedroom hotel room. I like the bunks a little bit more, maybe it's because when Jenny is around I feel...intimidated.

They come back two hours later.

"Alright so she needs bed rest. " Zim says helping her to the other bed.

"I'm going for a walk. " Marilyn mumbles lacing up his combat boots.

"Alright. " Ginger says and takes the spot he was sitting on on the bed. Zim sits down on a chair across the beds.

"Can I come?" I ask. Marilyn shrugs and I put on my shoes. I follow him outside of the hotel. We walk side by side.

"What's wrong?" I ask quietly. He turns and scowls.

"Are you seriously fucking asking me 'what's wrong'?!" He shouts. "Don't you see what's going on? We have to stay here, take care of a girl who is pregnant with a child that is not mine, our relationship is in jeopardy, I can go on! We had to cancel shows because of her, and for what? Nothing!"

"Calm down!" I yell back. "Look we need to think.You probably slept with her and something went wrong-"

"I didn't sleep with her! Goddammit why aren't you believing me!"

"I am.. I mean.."

"If you have trust issues tell me now! "

"I don't, Brian, please. "

"Then why don't you believe me. " he says in a low tone.

"I-I do. " I start to cry. I get weak when someone yells at me, it's a childish thing, I know. His facial expressions soften. He starts to look guilty.

"Please don't cry. " he says. He hugs me tightly. He kisses the top of my head. "Please don't. "

"I'm just confused and scared. " I whisper.

"Don't be. When this is all done we can go back on tour and everything will be back to normal." I nod and he kisses my lips. "I'm here for you. " There is a small pause. "Coffee?"

"That sounds wonderful. "

We walk over to the friendliest looking coffee shop. It begins to rain heavily and we stay inside of the warm coffee shop for a while. We cuddle on a couch in the coffee shop. Music plays softly in the background. I recognize the music, Joy Division. I smile, this is my favorite album they are playing.

"Would you two like more?" An employee comes up to us and asks. I look down at my red mug and see that it is half way full.

"Yes please. " Marilyn hands over his mug to the man and he pours more and takes it back to him. I kiss Marilyn on the lips softly. We watch the rain fall from the tinted window. This coffee shop is very comforting. Dim lights are hanging from the ceiling and music posters are scattered everywhere on the wall. I sit on his lap and kiss his neck.

"I left some black lipstick on your neck. " I whisper. He chuckles. I try to wipe it off which only makes it worse.

"It's okay, I left some on your cheek. " His phone begins to ring and he answers it. "Hello?" He looks a little annoyed. "Yes we're fine- okay whatever. Why do I need your fucking permission? Yes, she's right here. B- okay yeah. Bye Twiggy. " I giggle. "He just wanted to make sure if I'm fine. God he's an idiot. "

"Awe, he's worried. " I smile and he smiles back. A group of girls walk in the shop and one of them squeals. She points to us and she jumps up and down. They come rushing to us.

"Y-you're Marilyn M-Manson!" One on them squeals.

"Yes, I am. " Brian says calmly.

"I went to your show not too long ago!" Another says.

"Can we have an autograph?" Another one asks.

"Uh.. Yeah sure. Do you have-" one of them hands him a sheet of paper and pen. "-Paper" he finishes his sentence. One whispers in another's ear. They both look at me and giggle.

"Is that your girlfriend?"

"Yes she is. " One of them scrunches their nose. "Here you are. " he hands them the paper and they walk to get coffee. They come back and sit across from us on another couch. "I'm sorry ladies but my girlfriend and I are kind of having some private time if you please. " he says politely.

"But we wanted to spend time with you !" Okay, these girls are getting obnoxious now.

"Please. " Marilyn says nicely.

"Let's just go, babe. " I say.

"Okay. " he says. We put our coffee mugs on the counter and thank the employee for great service. "Those fucking girls. "I laugh.

"Yeah, I could tell you were about to break. "

"You looked a bit jealous though." He smirks. I roll my eyes.

"Whatever, just not used to people squealing over my boyfriend. Well at least you didn't kill them, looked like you were about to. "

"I was trying really hard not to, the last thing I need is for people to think I'm stupid bitch to my fans. " I nod. He tangles his fingers in mine. His smile fades into a frown the closer we get to the hotel.

"We don't have to go back just yet. " I say. "Come on let's just sit in the lobby for a while. " I grab his hand and lead him to the lobby. We sit in a chair. We sit in silence for a while. Just Both staring at one particular area. Then something breaks our stare.

We hear lots of yelling from the elevators. We both flinch and look back. We see Zim,Ginger, Twiggy,and a stressed Jenny. I get up and run with them.

"Labor!" Twiggy yells. Marilyn takes my arm and holds me back.

"We'll stay. " He says. "Come on let's go upstairs. " I nod slowly and see them panicking outside. I turn my attention to Marilyn. We go up the elevator into our room. I sit down slowly on the bed. Moment of truth. I skim my fingers across the soft white sheets. I feel numb, I'm not sure why. It scared me, just the anxious feeling you get when an emergency is happening. I'm a little shaken but not badly.

"Well, this is it. " Marilyn mutters. "This is it. "

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