Adopted By Marilyn Manson(love story)

Chapter 1

Gabbys POV :
I woke with a jolt and ran for the bathroom to puke, escaping my rapist of the orphanage, Johnnies, arms. I hugged the toilet and puked.
And puked.
And puked.
And puked.
I hate it that I'm one month pregnant with his baby. I then noticed he was asleep still so I took this chance to escape. I ran into the hall, towel around me. "Whore." Then a fist connected with my face, knocking me to the ground, and kept the fists coming. "B-tch. Ugly. Skank.." the words kept firing. Then they kicked me in the head and spat on me. I pretended to be knocked out, hiding choked sobs, until one of the many bullies footsteps faded away and a door closed. I groaned quietly and carefully but slowly stood, limping to my room on the floor above the boys, clutching my stomach in fear that someone may hurt the baby. It might be the rapists that's the father, but it's still MINE. I love it, and want to protect it. I'm already four months along, but am not really showing yet, because the baby is small still, but healthy.

As I stepped foot into mine and my best friend, Stephanie's room, I locked the door and broke down into loud, choked sobs. Immediately I heard ruffling of sheets, and then she came to me. I had blood on me by now. "Gabs? The fuck happened?" She whispered, lifting me into her arms gently and helping me into the bathroom we shared. "H-H-he r-raped m-me..Alec b-beat m-me, after." I choked out. She huffed angrily, at the fact that both Jared and Alec had hurt me. "I'll be back." She said. I was left alone on the black marble counter as she left, keeping the white door open. I stared blankly at the tiled blue floor, tears spilling onto them, mixed with blood from wounds. It became silent, with the acception of Steph rummaging through our closet for the first aid kit. My thoughts were interrupted by her walking back in, rubbing alcohol wipes, scar cream, wrap, stitches, and s needle. She's done this many times before because at our school she takes nursing classes. "You know the ritual." She said. I sighed and nodded, unwrapping the now bloody white towel and laying my short 5'6" banged up body on the counter. She began cleaning the wounds, and it didn't sting, because I'm used to it. I then watched her stitch me up, intrigued by the fact my skin looks weird when pulled on. Then, she put the scar cream on afterwards to seal it all more and wrapped them in the gauze wrap. The main ones were my arms, ribcage, and head. The ribcage was dangerously close to the baby, but it didn't touch it. I'm glad it didn't. "All done." She said, helping me off. She then helped me into my favorite over sized Marilyn Manson shirt and some comfy black yoga pants. I didn't want to sleep alone in my bed across the room. "Steph? What time is it? My phones charging over there and dead." I said. "Its 3:05am." She told me after looking at her phone, then setting it back down. I brushed my long, curly black hair into a high, messy bun, before asking, "Can we cuddle tonight, Steph? I don't want to be alone over there, and I won't sleep well." I said. "Sure." She told me after lifting the covers. She got in first, knowing I hate corners cause claustrophobia to certain things, and at the wall on beds is one. I curled up next to her, resting my head on her chest and she wrapped me in a warm, comforting and gentle embrace, careful of the wounds, and I slowly fell asleep in her arms.

"Gabs." Steph whispered and shook me gently. I groaned and opened my eyes slowly. "What?" I asked harshly. I hate mornings. "School." She told me. I groaned and rolled off onto my feet. "Ah sh-t! F-ck this is cold!" I squealed as my feet hit the cold white floor. She laughed and so I flipped her off, causing her to laugh more. I walked over to my bed and unplugged my iPhone 6 that the orphanage lady got me for my first birthday here when I was...okay, it was last year so when I turned 16. It was fully charged so I limped to the closet while Steph pissed into the toilet. I grabbed one of my many oversized Manson shirts, but this one was long sleeve. I then grabbed some tights to cover leg bruises and was soft and so I didn't have to wash socks til tonight, a black bra, and black underwear. When Steph got out, I took a shower, letting women's axe fill the room.
Afterwards, I stepped out and slipped but caught myself by clutching onto the counter. I then towel-dried my hair and plug my hair dryer and my straightener in before wrapping the soft towel around my skinny with c cups size body frame and walking out.

I plugged in my speaker and pressed play on "The Beautiful People" and both Steph and I danced to it and I was lip syncing so I could change to my clothes. I got changed quickly and put a Marilyn Manson choker on before going back to the bathroom. Steph was in the shower now but she didn't care if I used the sink. I dried my hair and straightened it. It looks so.different and longer when straightened. I arranged and parted it how I wanted before grabbing out the clippers. I covered my shirt and shaved my right side of my hair. It was a small section, from the front at my hairline to the middle back. Not that big, but a change. I turned it back off and threw away the hair pieces and the cover. Then, I quickly brushed my teeth and got out my make up kit. I put on black matte lipstick, black eyeliner, black eyeshadow, blue mascara, one red contact, one grey contact, and made my eyebrows bolder by drawing them in to make them more defined. I asked Steph when she got out. "How do I look?" I asked. "Holy sh-t Gabs! You look awesome!" She gasped. I laughed slightly and Tainted Love began playing so we sang along to it. I put my make up back and got out to let her get ready. I put deodorant on in there, too, and when I got out, I sprayed a slight bit of men's axe. It smells WAY better than women's, in my opinion.

As I packed my bag, which, is a Batman bag, Steph was already ready. So, after I finished, I laced up my black combat boots and we left into her black Cadillac.

"F-cking goths. Go cut." A bully sneered when walking by us. People gave us weird looks. I just looked down at the floor. "F-cking f-ck boy. Go f-ck yourself." Steph shot back. Then someone came to me and shoved me against the lockers. I got pissed and punched him. Then he did an upper cut, causing blood to come out my mouth. "B-tch!" He said before kicking me in the gut, causing me to drop to my knees. He left then. Steph immediately helped me up and to the bathroom. There, she washed off the blood and re-did my lipstick cause sue brought her black matte one, too. We had to go desperate ways after that and didn't see each other until lunch.

By lunch, I had two black eyes, several bruises, a busted up lip, and some cuts from where bullies purposely cut me. I limped up to Steph. "Steph? Can we skip the rest? Please? I can't take this no more." She nodded. We were sophomores, so we were allowed to leave campus. We quickly got into her car. On the way back, I had told her everything that happened after we parted ways.

As soon as we got back, She got adopted. Adopted by Corey Taylor from Slipknot. She really loves them. I feel happy for her. But I became sad as soon as she left. We keep in contact, because I have her phone number. All the memories of today started racing through my head, all the names, all the beating up.
They called me FAG, Goth, B-tch, worthless, useless, idiotic, stupid, suicidal, dumb,..and every thing else I could imagine. I ran to the bathroom and quickly re-did my makeup. But, the thoughts came back. I searched all the cabinets for every pill bottle I could find. After I did, I Sat on the bathroom floor, door closed, and scattered the pills into one pile. "Here goes nothing.." I sighed.

After I had gotten a fourth of the pile, which was about 24 pills in, there was a knock. At least, I'm sure there was. I took more, though. "Mrs. Black, there's some guy here named Brian Hugh Warner. He's come to adopt you." The lady said wearily. "Mmghhhff.." I mumbled. Then, the door swung open, both Marilyn Manson and the staff lady we're there. "Oh sh-t! N-" Manson said before I passed out.  Hopefully, this isn't a dream.