Smells Like Children (Maniggy: Marilyn Manson x Twiggy Ramirez)

Chapter 5

This chapter contains some strong material. I kept it not as detailed. Enjoy-

Twiggy's POV

Trevor drags me to the back where we always have our lunch. He drags me down to sit in his lap. He pushes his lips to mine. His hand travels up my dress. It's been like this everyday for the past two weeks. No talking, just physical contact. I'm not complaining, I guess. After about ten minutes of kissing I pull apart.

"What?" He hisses out.

"Don't you want to talk?" I whisper. He looks at me like an idiot.

"What?"

"I just thought...never mind."

"That's what I thought." He goes back to kissing and feeling all over me. He pulls apart.

"Fuck," he mumbles.

"What's wrong?" I ask, worried. He looks down and I follow his gaze. His pants became tighter. I bite my lip, a boner.

"Why don't you help me with it?" He says in a raspy voice.

"I-I," the bell rings. I scramble off of him and stand up. He then punches me and tugs me to him. I blink a couple of times trying to process what he just did. He punched me, usually it would be him yelling at him like he has the last few weeks but this time he hurt me, physically. I feel warm liquid trickle down my lip.

"Meet me here after school." He commands.

"I-I can't." I squeak out. He pulls on my hair. I wince at the pain.

"No, I'll just go get your fucking ass then." He storms off. I pick up my lunchbox and proceed to going to class. On the way there someone stops me. It's Marilyn, fuck fuck fuck.

"What the hell happened?!" He takes me to the side of the hall so we won't be standing in the middle of it.

"I-I ran into a tree." He frowns at my lie.

"We know that's not fucking true. Who the fuck did this to you?" I shrug. He lets out a frustrated sigh. "What's going on with you, you've been...quiet lately. Did Trevor do anything-"

"No, he didnt!" I yell out. He can't find out we're together. Trevor threatened to kill me if anyone finds out. But, I know Trevor is doing this for my own good. He's looking out for me. "I need to go to class." I mumble and rush to class.

The entire day goes by quickly, which scared me. I start to shake from fear of Trevor. Okay, I need to remember that he loves me and is only doing this for my own good.

I slowly walk out of my last class. Trevor is leaning against the lockers by the door. He gestures me to follow him. He leads me to the dumpsters where it's completely isolated, where no one can see us.

"Trevor, I need to get home." I beg. He lifts up his hand and I flinch.

"Why did you flinch?" He snaps. "You thought I was going to hit you?!"

"Ye- no! No, I-I didn't. I mean-"

"Well, you better be scared." We stand there until we can hear just silence showing us that everyone left to go home. He looks at me. Oddly, he gives me a weak smile. He comes to me and wraps his arms around my waist. At first I'm confused by his sudden change of actions."Look, babe, sorry for yelling. I promise I'll never hurt you again. I've just been under stress."

"It's okay," he kisses my lips.

"Let's go to my place and watch a movie." I smile, that sounds nice. I nod and he takes my hand and we run to his house.

We come up to his house. It looks abandoned, it's not well kept at all. The windows are shattered and the grass is like hay. He opens the chipped painted door and takes me down the hall. He barges into a room which I think is his room. He locks the door behind him. I give him a confused look.

"Why did you-" he hushes me with a devilish smirk across his face. He then pushes me on the bed. He rips off my tights. "Trevor, what are you doing?" I yell out with my voice shaky. I start to panic as he removes my dress and boxers. I start to tear up as he gets undressed. "Trevor?!" He starts to thrust in me. A wave of panic and just plain fear pour on me. I start to shake from my scared being. He thrusts harder and harder causing me to howl out in pain. No pleasure at all, just pain and fear. Why is he doing this to me? He said he'll never hurt me! Tears roll down my cheek more and more. "Stop!" I yell. "Stop it, please! You're hurting me!" I plead hoping he'll stop. He thrusts once more. He pulls up his pants and slams the door after him.

Silence creeps into the room. I pull up my clothes. It's completely silent and dark, which scares me. I tremble not knowing what to do next. The only thing I do know is that I'm a slut, a whore. I've just had sex, or was that rape? I cry out more. I keep in my gasping for air as I sob so I won't make that much noise. I wipe away the tears and pick up my lunchbox. Before I know it, I'm speeding down home.

-Twiggy Way