Sweet dreams are made of screams

pins and needles

Twiggys P.O.V:

I was Completly out of it. I couldn't feel my head and I didn't know where the fuck I was. Brian was holding a cup of water to my lips and I could feel the cold substance running down my sore throat.

"Twiggy?" my love spoke, "are you okay?" He asked, shaking me slightly. I nodded, lying. I wasn't okay I just wanted to sleep. "Brian, what's the time?" I croaked. "Seven am" he replied. I grunted and let myself fall into the bed. The sheet were cold yet so comfortable. Brian smiled from above me and kissed my dreads before lying down next to me and wrapping his whole body around me, spooning me. "I guess we can sleep for another hour." He told me. I could hear the smile in his voice and softly smiled back as my eyelids fluttered shut and I drifted back to sleep.

2 hours later:

We were in the shower now. Brian behind me, scrubbing my rough hair with strawberry scented shampoo. "Your hair is fucking disgusting" he sniggered. "They're dreadlocks, what do you expect?" I rolled my eyes. We stood silently as the warm water fell onto our pale bodies like rain. I hadn't washed for the whole of this tour I had been too caught up in my mind to even consider self care. I was fully relaxed right now, feeling safe in Mansons presence, knowing no matter what he does to me he'll always protect me. He loves me even if he doesn't know it. I'll be his lover, I'll be forever, I'll be anything he wants when I'm high.

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Pogo's P.O.V:

Sound check. I turned up late, not wanting to be there at all. I felt sick in my stomach but even sicker in my head. I didn't know who I wanted to strangle more: Twiggy or Marilyn. Twiggy was dressed as the perfect dolled up wife, batting his eye lashes at his ' husband ' when he wasn't paying attention. I felt drunk and hungover and high at the same time and I don't know why but some shitty instinct in me walked me right up to Brian.

"Warner" I growled, quietly. The tall man turned around to face Me. "Stephen?" He asked. I glared at him before kicking him hard in the dick. He hunched over in pain and almost threw up. My combat boots were heavy. The whole band was now staring at me in disbelief. I smirked to myself not realising that Marilyns hand was now around my throat. He glared at me with fire in his eyes before roughly slamming me to the ground, not taking a Seccond to stop and clambering on top of my, continuously punching me in the face. I felt my jaw lock, my nose crack and my teeth come loose. I laughed to myself under the pain and pressure. "Is that all you've got?" I chuckled through a busted mouth. One last hit-

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Twiggys P.O.V:

We were in the hospital now, Zimmy and I waiting to see Pogo. What a fucking idiot provoking Brian like that? He should really of learned his lesson by now. Manson takes no bullshit from anyone. If you provoke him, God help you.

"Stephen Bier?" The doctor called out. "That's us" Zimmy replied, "follow me please." We were taken to a separate room at the end of the corridor where Pogo lie with a broken nose, four missing teeth and a busted eye. The doctor told us he could of gone blind.

"Pogo!?" Zimmy gasped, rushing over to him, trying to comfort him. "Why the fuck am I in here?" Pogo grunted. "Marilyn punched you in the throat, you were out cold, we thought you were dead." I blankly stated. "Oh." He replied, not really giving a fuck. "My face aches" he complained, rubbing on the several stitches on his fucked up face.

"Why did you kick him in the balls anyway?" Zimmy asked. "Because he's a fucking dickhole who treats us all like shit and gives no one attention but Twiggy!" He snarled. "I wanted to make him pay." He admitted. I sighed and so did Zimmy. "Pogo, Marilyn loves Jeordie no one will ever break them apart, no matter what" Zim said, causing my chest to flutter a little. "But he's abusive and Twiggy just doesn't see it!" Pogo scowled, staring Zim right in the eyes. "He may be an abusive whore but he can be sweet and gentle and loving" I informed. "We're all suffering, Pogo, not just you! We're all going through shit okay? Don't take your issues out on anyone else because this fucking band is all we've got, without it we're nothing. So fix your fucking attitude or leave!"