*Marilyn's POV*
Twiggy's curled up next to me asleep. I gently pick up my phone.
1am.
"Twiggs, I've gotta get up hon," I say rubbing his head.
"No please stay here," he pleads.
"I need to see where we are."
"Then I'm going with you,"He demands.
I pull on some boxers and sweatpants. He pulls on a nightgown. And we walk out the door.
"Hey lovebirds," Ginger Fish cackles.
I slap him.
"Damn Twiggs, you're louder than a train!" Gacy adds in.
"Shut up, At least I have someone who will have sex with me," Twiggy hisses.
We walk over to the driver.
"Dude where the hell are we?"
"One more hour Mr.Manson, I promise," he says nervously.
I walk back to the room with Twiggy.
"We should do this more often Brian," Twiggy giggles, his eyes shining.
*Evianna's POV*
Venice and I laughed at the rest of the band's remarks on dad and Twiggy. She smiled at me. It was funny to see Manson so flustered, I guess you could say.
I was going to go chill with Gacy and John and Ginger since Venice was going to sleep.
"Hi," I said quietly to the three if them. Gacy smiled.
"Whats up little one?" John asked.
"Oh... Nothing. I just don't feel like going to sleep."
"Oh okay. Whatcha wanna do?" Ginger asked. I shrugged.
"We could play poker," John suggested.
"You really think Twiggs wants us to play with his daughter?" Ginger asked. He started laughing. "That sounded wrong."
"Oh my God Ging," Gacy said.
*Ginger Fish's POV*
Evianna stares at us worried.
"So, uh poker?" I broke the awkward silence.
"Sure," she says sitting next to Gacy.
John finds the cards and comes back.
"Um lets not use money cause I haven't payed my rent yet," Gacy says.
"Shots?" John suggested.
"YES!!!" Gacy shouts.
"Um guys. We have a minor," I say concerned.
"It's fine, I'm not that good at poker," Evianna says quietly.
"Whisky or Vodka?" John asks from the fridge.
"Vodka, its more exciting," I say.
He returns to the table with four shot glasses and two bottles of Vodka.
*20 minutes later*
"All in," Gacy says pushing his chips to the center of the table.
"Um, me too," said Evianna.
Not paying attention I hear John 5.
"Ok Evianna, take 2 shots."
She takes the first one, and coughs out a lot of the shot.
"Are you ok?" I ask.
She nods and takes the second one with hardly any problem.
*Evianna's POV*
About an hour later I'd taken about 30 shots of Vodka. It wasnt the most delicious, but I was starting to like it.
Did I ever mention how fucking hot Ginger Fish was?
"We should totally play strip poker," Gacy slurs. I nodded.
John was the first to take off his shirt. I was next.
My chest area was now being stared at. I placed my hand on John's thigh. He looked up at me suddenly. I tried to kiss him. He oblidged. The there was a bunch of cussing, and, well you know.
*Twiggy's POV*
"What the fuck!!!" I screamed. I was going to get a drink and then I see Evianna, shirtless, making out with Johnny. Evianna jumped back and stumbled back against the table. I punched John in the face before grabbing Evianna and pulling her back to Brian and my room.
"What the fuck Eve?" I asked her. "Wha?" She slurred.
Oh my god. She's fucking drunk.
"Hon, whats wrong?" Brian asked.
"Evianna was topless, sitting on John's dick, making out with him while he fucking grabbed at her tits!" I yelled.
"Calm do-"
"Dont tell me to fucking calm down Warner!" I screamed at him.
"Twiggs, go talk to Ging and Gacy. There is probably more to this. I'll attempt to talk to Eve," Brian said.
I huffed and left, slamming the door behind me.
*Marilyn's POV*
I sat Evianna on our bed. She kept fighting my grip but I finally got her on it. She kept mumbling nonsense while rolling around on the bed.
"Ev, put this on," I said pissed.
She just stared at me blankly and started laughing hysterically.
Dammit.
I climb on the bed and force the shirt on her. She started to cough.
Dragging her to the bathroom, she barley made it to the toilet. I held her hair back and made sure her head didn't go to deep into the bowl. Normally I would hope people would drown in their own vomit but she was my daughter.
When she was done puking, I cleaned up her face and brought her back out to my room.
"Evianna, I am very dis-" I look over at her and see her passed out on the bed. Great.
*John 5's POV*
I feel a punch smack into my nose.
Looking up I see Twiggy.
I punch him back even harder.
This continued until a strong grip holds me back. Damn you Gacy.
Twiggy's nose was gushing blood.
I couldn't quite understand anything he said until the end.
"John your out," he says seriously.
"Wha?"
"YOUR OUT OF THE BAND," He shouts back at me.
"Driver please stop here," he yells.
The bus hits an abrupt stop.
"Get off," Twiggy says opening the door and pushing me out of it.
*A Week or So Later*
*Ginger Fish's POV*
I was at the gas station down the road from my house when a new edition of Rolling Stones caught my eye. John was on the front cover with a black eye.
The cover read John 5, guitarist in the iconic Shock Rock Band, Marilyn Manson, was kicked from the band. Jason Brown has the reasons why on page 23.
Also, Breaking Benjamin's new albun. Reese Fredricks has the inside scoop on page 18.
I was getting this magazine. After I checked out with my cigarettes and pack of Spearmint gum I drove back to my appartment. I opened it to page 23.
It had a picture of John and a reporter with lime green hair and gauges and a bunch if tatoos.
The interview read:
Reporter: John, do you know what caused you to be kicked from the band?
John: Well, Ginger, Gacy, Twiggy's daughter, Evianna, and I. were playing poker and taking shots and we all got pretty drunk.
Reporter: John, Evianna is a minor, am I correct?
John: Yeah... But it wasn't my fault I got kicked, it was Gacy's. He suggested we play Strip Poker.
Reporter: So you all played Strip Poker with a drunk 15 year old? If you knew it was wrong, why didn't you stop it?
John: I was drunk. Drunk people dont really have morals. Then Twiggy's daughter kissed me and you know. It kinda went from there.
Reporter: Are you saying that you had sex with a minor?
John: No. I just kind of felt around, if you know what I mean.
Reporter: That is still very illegal. How did you get your broken nose and black eye?
John: Twiggy fucking punched me in the face. Thats how.
Reporter: I take it the two if you aren't friends anymore?
John: Hell no. He's a faggot, he fucks Marilyn and I'm done with his gay ass.
Reporter: Thank you John. This is all for now.
I am fucking pissed.
*Venice's POV*
Evianna refuses to cone out of her room. Dad and Twiggy have tried to open the door but it won't budge. She hasn't ate in a day or two either.
I wake up in the middle of the night hearing the door bell being spammed.
I walk downstairs in my giant hoodie.
I open the door and see John. I tried to shut the door but I was quickly pushed to the ground. I tried to scream but he covered my mouth with a scarf. He drags my to a closet and lockes it.
I sit in the dark with coats, shoes, and bags. I untie the scarf and scream.
I hear footsteps scramble down the stairs.
"Venice?!" I hear dad's voice call.
I bang on the closet door hoping he hears me.
"John, What the hell?!" I hear dad yell at him.
"I need to talk to Twiggy. Where is he," John says growling.
Whatever said next was inaudible.
"Venice?" Dad says again.
"Dad," I say scared.
The door is unlocked and flies open.
Dad helps me up and hugs me tightly.
"Please try to get into Evianna's room Ven. Please," dad says worried.
I run upstairs and knock on Evianna's door.
"Eve please let me in," I say through the door.
"Is it just you?" I hear a wisper.
"Yes it's just me," I say quietly.
I hear furniture being moved and the door finally unlocks. She pulls me in and carefully locks the door after me.