Twiggy n' Stuff.

Chapter Nine; Everlasting Cocksucker

-Daisy B.-

Twiggy looked over the girls, then me. He stood from the leather couch. "Hey, ladies. I'm Twiggy." He had layers off slime, filth and cum caked on his hand and fingers nails, he didn't bother to hold out for the seemingly clean, young girls to shake. Twiggy then proceeded to start looking through the cabinets for something to eat. "Hi, I'm Marilyn Manson." Manson's voice was deep, but quite, he greeted the pair without getting up from the sofa and despite the fact we were inside the bus, he had dark shades over his eyes. I could tell the two girls were intoxicated by Mr. Manson and looked to him for proper respectful ways to greet and interact with everyone. Nevada cleared her throat, "Hello, Manson. I'm Nevada Dee Lucas." Marilyn held his skinny, pale hand out to the eldest girl. "Nice to meet you." With his other hand he removed the shades from his eyes, while firmly holding and shaking Nevada's hand. I looked down at Dean, she was pretty hungover, but she looked so beautiful. Her doe eyes sunk back into their sockets. "And you?" Manson questioned looking at the youngest girl. "Dean Strawberry Gee Lucas." She approached him and raised her hand to meet his. "Do we not have any god damn milk in this place!" Twiggy yelled, slamming a box of cereal done on the grimy counter top. Marilyn glanced over at the whining bassist. "No, Pogo had the last this morning." Twiggy was obviously high, he picked up his bowl already filed to the brim with Count Chocula cereal and tossed it across the bus, sending the chocolatey pieces falling everywhere. He stomped off like a like kid, grabbing a large bag of pills with him to the back of the bus. Manson turned his attention back to us, despite his pounding headache. "Sorry about Twiggy, he's a brat." The girls laughed. "I hate to cut this short, but I need to talk to Daisy for a minute." Marilyn stood up and walked over to me, laying his hand on my shoulder. Manson turned to face the girls, "Just sit on the couch or something, make yourself comfortable." He lead me outside, once standing out of the bus, with the door closed. "Scott, how old are those girls?" I paused, staring down at my shoes. "Nevada is sixteen and Dean is thirteen." Marilyn looked at me and I couldn't tell his emotions, his eyes were deceiving. "Where are their parents?" I looked at Marilyn dead in the eyes. "Their parents are- are terrible people, Brian. They beat Nevada and Dean, they are most likely looking for them now, so they can drag them back to the drug-addicted hell hole." Manson laughed a sharp laugh. "Daisy, do you honestly think that bringing them here would be any better? We do drugs, we are probably worse people than their parents. Do you really think those girls wouldn't get  fucked and used, it wouldn't be in your control, Daisy."  "But, I've got to try Marilyn. I'll protect them." He gave a heavy sigh. "And what do we tell people? We can't be seen with two little girls following us around, the police will be after us before we know it."  "So, we can lie a little bit, if the chance comes up that someone even sees them, which they won't. We'll just say Nevie is nineteen and Dee is eighteen." Marilyn looked at me, a strange look crossing his face. "What?" "You already have nicknames for them?" I bit the edge of my lip. "Um, yeah." "Did you stay with them at a hotel or something last night, is that where you were?" "I don't want to tell you, you'll be mad." "I'm already mad, Daisy." "I promised they could come with us, then I took them to Trent's bus, we stayed the night there." Marilyn looked at me and shook his head, "You told Trent?" "I didn't tell Trent anything, they just needed a place to sleep and you guys were partying. So he let the girls share his bunk." "You didn't tell him how old they are did you?" "No, of course not." "Good, let's just keep Trent out of this?" "Keep Trent out of what?" Brian spun around, facing Trent himself, who had come around the corner of the bus, decked in all black and leather. Marilyn looked at me for an answer. "Did you meet those two girls?" Trent questioned Manson. "Yes, I did. That is actually what we were just talking about." Trent stuffed his hands into his coat pockets. "What are you trying to keep me out of and what exactly is going on here?" Marilyn let out a deep breath. "Daisy told the girls they could come on tour with us. Their parents have abused them and to top it all off they're underage." Trent had a puzzled expression on his face. "Are you sure your bus is any better of a place for them?" I nodded. "No, but I have to try. They're miserable and I feel for them. There isn't anyone like these two girls, I don't know what it is."  "This is crazy." Marilyn scoffed. The bus door opened up and the two doe-eyed girls walked down the stairs and stood next to one another. Trent smiled at the two genuinely. They had their arms tight around their torsos, shivering cold, all they had on was leather and fishnet. In the daylight you could see how awful their bruises and cuts were, they had sunken eyes and ultra pale complexion. Both looked like walking skeletons as well, like they hadn't eaten all their lives practically. "We just wanted you to know that we can leave. If you don't want us on your bus, then we won't stay here." Nevada spoke trying to stay warm. "We don't want to be a burden is what Nev is trying to say. So we're just going to split." Dee grabbed her sisters hand, pulling her towards the street. Trent looked from me to Marilyn. The two walked away so fast, I knew they felt hurt and rejected. I was waiting on Marilyn to say something. But it was Trent that called after them, "Wait girls." He began to walk quickly after the pair. I looked at Marilyn, then began after Trent to see what he was going to say. "I don't really know what's going on, but let me help you somehow?" Trent proposed, Dean and Nevada looked back and forth between each other. "That is really nice of you, but it's not your place to take care of us, we'll go to the homeless shelter." "No, come on. I'll fix this somehow, okay?" Trent looked the two girls in the eyes. "Here, you're probably freezing." He started shedding his heavy black coat, "You take this one." He handed it to Dean, putting it around the young girls shoulders. "Arms in." She looked at me, with a sparkle in her beautiful little eyes, as Trent put his coat around her. Nevada looked at her younger sister not out of jealousy, but like she was so happy someone was actually just paying attention to the two of them. "Thank you." Dee hugged the coat close to her body. "I'm not leaving you out, Sweetie, here." Trent then took off his hooded sweatshirt. "Nevada, right?" He looked at the pretty dark-haired girl, she nodded her head. "Yes." "Arms up." He smiled kindly at her, slipping the large sweatshirt over her small frame. "Maybe you two won't freeze now." "Thank you so much, Trent." Nevada threw her arms around the dark Haired Man. He acted so surprised by the teen and her kind affection, he eventually put his arms around her as well and embraced her warmly. "Come here, Dean." He held his right arm out to the younger girl and embraced her as well. Marilyn walked over and stood beside me. "What is going on?" The three let go of one another, Dee came over and stood next to me. I gave her a smile and put my arm over her shoulder. "I guess I'm going to um- let them stay with me." Trent stated unsure. Marilyn put a hand to his head. "If this really means that much to the two of you, than Nevada and Dean can stay. I'm not quite sure it's a good idea, but I like you two." "Thank you very much." Dean said, turning to her older sister. "Thank you, if we ever start getting on your nerves just tell us." Trent smiled a half-smile at the girls. Dean was so sweet, standing beside me in Trent's large coat, smiling ear to ear. Her sister just looked at everyone, taking the situation in. "Well, are you two hungry?" Trent questioned, shifting his feet. Dean looked at Nevie for guidance, if they should actually be truthful or not. She spoke for her little sister. "Some food would be really nice." "I'll go get my wallet." Marilyn said, fast walking back towards the bus. "I could use some breakfast myself." Trent laughed, throwing his arm over Nevie's shoulder. "We'll get this all sorted out as time goes on, for now you and Dean can stay on my bus. Daisy can stay with us, if you ladies would like. I just want you two to be comfortable." "Thank you so, so much, Trent." Dean said, moving her small hand to hold my arm. "You're welcome. I'm not going to go out of the gate and say this is going to be the perfect solution to your girls problems. But, Daisy, Marilyn and I are going to try to make it nice for the two of you." The girls looked up at Trent, speechless. He'd been so nice to them so far. Marilyn actually took it better than expected. I have a good feeling this is going to be the start of something great.