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

Chapter 7

Marilyn's POV

Jeordie talks and laughs with us until he turns to see Trevor standing before us. He tenses up which confuses me. Why is he tensing up?

"Come on," Trevor commands to Jeordie. He nods quickly and picks up his lunchbox. He scrambles to his feet and follows Trevor.

"Well, good morning to you too, Trevor." Ginger says and laughs. Trevor gives him a death glare and takes Jeordie to the dumpsters. What is he going to do to him? It wouldn't hurt to see.

"I'll be back," I say. I jog over to the dumpsters. I hear a scream and I pick up my pace. I finally get over there and see a very devastating sight. Trevor is punching him.

"What the fuck?!" I yell. Jeordie's lip is bleeding and he is trembling.

"Go, Marilyn. Nothing is going on!" Jeordie begs out.

"Look at what you did, with your fucking screaming!" Trevor yells at him. He punches him more and kicks his stomach hard. Jeordie gasps for air as he goes down to his knees.

"No one fucking touches him like that!" I say in a low tone. I punch Trevor over and over. I push him hard to the ground and punch his face. His nose and lip bleed. He throws a few punches. He hits me hard on the nose but I keep throwing punches not caring about my injuries.

"Fuck off!" He yells. I kick his stomach which I'm assuming would hurt more than wearing any regular shoe because of my tall platform boots.

"Marilyn," Jeordie mumbles as his eyes close. He is thrown off to the side. Jeordie passed out, he made him fucking pass out! I punch and kick Trevor more until he is passes out. No one, and I mean no one, hurts him like that. Finally Trevor stops with his squirming and wincing. I step back from him and see blood getting all over his face. I spit at him and rush to Jeordie. I pick him up and his lunchbox.

"Fuck," I mumble by observing his injuries. How long has this been going on with Trevor beating him? Maybe that was Trevor who caused his lip to bleed yesterday. I carry him to the back where I know no one will see me leaving campus. I start to sprint so I can get to my house faster.

Once I finally get home I go to my room. My parents are at work, so they won't yell at me for not being at school. I place Jeordie on my bed carefully. I go over to the bathroom and grab some rubbing alcohol and cotton balls. I clean him up and grab a chair to sit next to the bed. I watch him, yeah, it's creepy but I like observing. I like paying attention to details. I analyze what he's wearing and such. I then notice something a little disturbing. I come closer to him so I can confirm at what I'm looking at. Yeah, I was right. That's what I thought I saw. He's basically skin and bones. He's abnormally skinny. I place my hand over his stomach. I feel each rib which causes me to shudder.

"Marilyn?" Jeordie mumbles. I quickly remove my hand.

"I'm here." I state. He opens his eyes and looks around probably confused from where he's at. "You're at my house." I clarify. He sits up. He cries out softly and grips his stomach.

"It hurts." He whispers.

"What hurts?"

"Everything," he chuckles.

"Well, I put rubbing alcohol on your face. Is there a cut on your stomach?" he shrugs. "Let me see." He flinches when I place my hand on the hem of his dress.

"No!" he yells out and scoots away. "I-I'm fine." He mumbles.

"Jeordie, let me see." I beg, I don't want him to get an infection from a cut. That will hurt like a bitch. I try to get closer but he backs away to the wall.

"Marilyn, I'm fine!" he says.

"I just don't want you to get a fucking infection." I say calmly.

"Just-just don't touch me." He mumbles. He puts my blanket over him and lays to face the wall.

"I'm sorry, Jeordie, please face me." I say. He slowly comes to face me.

"What?"

"How long has Trevor been beating you?"

"Yesterday," he says. He starts to look mad. "I didn't even fucking do anything! What the fuck was his problem!" he yells out.

"So, you two were going out?" I ask hoping for the answer no. He nods. I shake my head slowly at him. "I told you how he is, you didn't listen." I mumble and get up from my chair. "Just take a nap, I'll be in the other room." I say and walk to the living room. I can't believe he fell for Trevor. Jeordie needs someone better, I can't believe he fell for that fucking act of being a nice guy! I hope he learned his lesson, I guess...

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