Putting holes in happiness

New goon moon

I was awoken this morning a second day in a row, not only by all the animals rioting in my bed, but also by Fred and Twiggy storming in with guitars, singing at the tops of their lungs. (That's how the cats got in then, because I had shut them out.)

"I said, Fuck your posh attitude, fuck your books, fuck your school, fuck your friends, but I still love you!" they sang and strummed their guitars.

"What's this," I yawned, throwing Charlie off the bed. He yowled in protest and scratched me, "OUCH! Asshole!"

"Did he get you," Fred inquired, cutting the song short.

"Yeah," I replied, showing him the stinging claw marks on my arm, "what are you singing?"

"New Goon Moon," Twiggy explained, "we're putting this one on the next album."

"It's catchy," I laughed, "but it's also--" I checked the time on my cell phone, "huh? 3 a.m.?! Really now!"

"Really," Twiggy exclaimed, "we've been up all night working on new music."

"Cool," I replied, "can I go back to sleep now?"

"No," Fred answered, "the real reason why we're here is because Manson wants to talk to you A.S.A.P."

"And he sent us to wake you," Twiggy added.

"And I thought it would be best to serenad you with never-before-heard Goon Moon material," Fred explained, "so that way you will be less likely to attack me." I'm a violent morning person lately.

"That and Manson's got not-good music," Twiggy continued, "so better to get you in a good mood instead of a worse one."

"What is it," I demanded, jumping out of bed and grabbing Fred by the collar.

"Aw! Violence," he exclaimed, detaching my hands from his shirt, "if you wanna beat someone up beat Chris up."

"Or Ginger," Twiggy suggested, "but not Fred! He's ace!"

I sighed, exasperated, "I miss Pogo. He was good for beatings."

"Yes, but you got us out of the deal," Twiggy reminded me.

"Why must they quarrel?"

"Business," Twiggy sighed, rolling his eyes, "I pretend it's not happening. And Manson is waiting for you in the attic. You probably better catch him before he starts drinking again and forgets that he needs to tell you something, because then you won't get anymore sleep tonight."

"You better go," Fred added. I ran (cautiously) up the stairs and found Manson painting white over portraits of Evan.

"You wanted to see me?"

He looked up from the canvas he was working on, "I got an unsettling email from Dita."

"At 3 a.m.?"

"Well, that's when I checked my email for the first time today."

I thought I knew what it was about and my heart stopped a moment.

"She got her court-order through, didn't she?"

"Yes," he sighed, "and the brawl you had with Evan was extremely helpful to her case. But, the good news is that you won't need to do community service anymore. The judge thinks that time in a mental facility would be more 'effective' in his words."

I froze and couldn't think for a moment, "So that means I'm going away again, aren't I?" I felt a lump in my throat.

"I'm sorry."

"Do you--" I choked on a sob and he looked at me, a pained look on his face.

"I spoke to my lawyer already and I can't really do anything about it, other than demand that you go someplace nice and not a total shithole. You did break the law," he explained, "and they can't hold you forever if you're on your best behavior. So no outbursts and they won't have a reason to keep you."

"Why did it even come back up," I exclaimed, angry. I threw myself into his arms and burst into hysterics.

"She just wants to hurt me," he replied, wrapping me in his arms, "I don't know. Maybe she is genuinely worried about you. I am not the best influence. And she's always been more proper than I. I started to hate myself when were together. I could never be what she wanted me to be, I realized. She wants you to be something else as well. Don't let it get to you, or else it'll just drive you insane."

"I don't care what she thinks about me," I cried, "I just don't want to be away from you!"

"Well, she doesn't like the idea of me dating girls under 25, especially her niece. . ." he trailed off.

I stared at him a moment, sniffling. He gazed back at me, one white contact in his left eye, his lipstick and eyeshadow smudged and partially faded. Then, I fell back to crying, my face against his shoulders.

"Shut up," I yelled, my voice muffled by his shoulder, "stop justifying her actions and motives! I know how I feel and why! I. Do. Not. Want to be away from you! I simply cannot stand it!"

"Leonore, please don't be like that," he pleaded, rubbing my back, "you won't be gone too long from me."

"What am I supposed to do," I sobbed, "would you please tell me how you would like me to be, how you would like me to react to this situation? I would really like to know."

He held me out at arm's length, squeezing me a little too tight, grinding his teeth as he stared hard at me. He was angry now. . .at me. I stared back at him, eyes wide in fear.

"You act like I'm the one who's hurting you," he yelled, "I did all I fucking could for you! I still am. Sometimes, you are the reason why I drink. I love you so much, but everytime I can finally get close to you, you are taken away from me for whatever reason. Or, someone tries to interfere and ruin what we have. And further more, I want more from you than what you have given me!"

"Like?" I stared at him through my tears, afraid of the answer. He lifted me off the floor and placed me roughly on the antique embalming table instead of answering, knocking over a glass of absinthe. It fell to the wood floor and shattered with a CLINK.

"Um--" I gestured to the broken glass and green liquor on the floor. He shook his head.

"Unimportant," he replied, and kissed me making my anxiety dissolve . I wrapped my legs around his waist as the kiss got rougher.

Manson's hands trailed down to the hem of my nightgown , looking up asking for permission with his eyes. I slowly nodded as he pulled my nightgown up over my head and I blushed when he saw my underwear.

Manson laughs and shakes his head then, reaches back down and crashes his lips down onto mine. He gives my ass a squeeze making me gasp and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue in. I trail my hands down to his pants and pop the button off, pulling them down.

The kiss gets more passionate and rough. I grind against him teasingly. "Leonore..." he groans and I grind against him slower

"Leonore." he groans and rips my underwear off. He moves us onto the couch and moves his lips down my neck. He trails his tongue down and nips at the inside of my thighs making a moan escape from my lips. He flicks his tongue across my clit and I moan louder. He climbs back up and positions himself at my entrance.

"Are you sure?" he asks.

"Of course.." I reply. Manson slides in slowly and I give myself to him.

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We lay there wrapped in each others arms with our legs entangled and clothes scattered over the floor. I sigh not wanting to ruin the moment.

"When must I go," I asked, dreading the answer. There was a terrible feeling in my stomach whenever I thought about it.

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Sorry if this chapter seems kind of... rushed. also I apologize for not updating in so long .