Musicians/Music Groups Fan Fiction >> Marilyn Manson >> When The Heart Guides The Hand
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"Ginger. Ginger wake up. You have an interview in like an hour." I heard Tim's voice. "Ginger, get
your lazy ass up! No more sleep." I moaned in disagreement. "Kenneth Robert Wilson, get your ass out
of that damn bed now or I'm going to put ice down your shorts!" Tim yelled and pulled the covers off
of me. I blindly tried to pull the covers back over my naked body but was unsuccessful. "I mean it,
Ginger, get up!" I slowly dragged myself out of bed and walked into the bathroom. Tim was in there
fixing his hair. "Good morning, sleepy head." Tim said. I turned on the shower while not replying to
Tim. It was way too fuckin early to be up. Tim walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me.
"Hey, talk to me. I don't like talking to the walls." Tim smirked. "Tim, it's way too fuckin early.
I want to go back to sleep."
"You never were a morning person, were you?"
"Nope. Can I miss this interview? Just this once?"
"No, you can't. Now take your shower and get ready." Tim said and kissed me on the cheek. He left
me alone while I took my shower. I let the sound of the water ease my mind. I didn't like interviews
at all. The water was as hot as one of Tim's cigarettes, but I didn't care. I felt the hot water
touch my head and flatten out my messy brown hair and brought out the blondness. It felt nice. The
water traveled down my slender chest, going over the marks of previous beatings that Twiggy and
Manson had lashed out to me years ago. Tim had seen the marks before and I had told him what had
happened. He had vowed to never let Twiggy or Manson beat me ever again. The water ran down my legs
towards the ground like a meteor being pulled to the surface of the planet. I began to think about
things. About how I was soon going to have to face Twiggy and Manson. I didn't want to. I didn't
care for them. Not like this anyways. With Twiggy around, Manson would be different. I'd become
their servant again. They would beat the shit out of me again. They would take the razor blades to
my chest and watch me bleed while I laid there in pain.
"Ginger, hurry up!" Tim yelled. I quickly shook the thoughts out of my mind. I didn't need it. Not
now anyways. I turned off the water and got out of the shower, wrapping a fluffy white towel around
my waist and headed into the other room.
"Now there's a wet sexy boy." Tim said, laying on the bed. I gave him one of my looks that said "I
don't give a shit." and grabbed a pair of boxers out of my bag. I took off the towel and exposed my
vulnerable self before I quickly slipped my boxers on. I walked over to Tim.
"Ok, you can stop hiding my clothes." I said to a smiling Tim.
"What, me hide your clothes? Never!" He smirked.
"Damn it, Tim. I hate when you do this."
"You know what you have to do to get your clothes."
"Tim! Please don't be an ass right now."
"What, you know I'm only messing with you." He handed me my clothes. I took them from him and began
to walk away but Tim grabbed my arm, pulling me down on top of him. "Did you think I'd let you walk
away without a kiss first?" He asked. I leaned in and gave Tim a kiss. He kissed me back and I
couldn't help but let him invade my mouth, deepening the kiss. I placed a hand on the side of his
neck and he placed his hand on the back of my head, running his fingers through my wet hair. I
pulled away and got up to put my clothes on.
I walked back into the bathroom and began to blow dry my hair. After I blow dried my hair, I put
some hair gel in it so it wouldn't frizz. Frizzy hair does not look good at all. I then did my
makeup. I hated doing this, but it was one thing we had to do. I walked back into the other room
where Tim was watching the morning news and I slipped on my boots.
"You coming or are you gonna lay there and watch tv all day?" I asked while grabbing my jacket.
"I'm not going." Tim replied.
"Because I don't want to."
"Oh, now, this isn't fair."
"I'm not the one who's in the band."
"But you said you would come with me!"
"Ginger, you're going to have to face Twiggy by yourself." Tim got up off the bed and walked over
"Please come." I said, holding back tears of disappointment.
"Ging, you'll be fine. Nothing's going to happen." He said, placing both hands on my arms that I
"Fine, I didn't want your support anyways." I said and walked to the door.
"Ginger, don't be like this."
"Like what? You promised to come with me and now you're not. Just go back to watching tv while I
possibly get my ass beat by Twiggy." I said and walked out the door.
I got to the interview about five minutes late, but it hadn't started yet. Everyone was waiting on
Twiggy to show up.
"Morning, lazy fuck!" I heard Manson say. I ignored him. "Where's Tim, did he dump you?" I just
kept on walking.
"Hey, Ginger." Chris said to me.
"Hey, Chris!" I replied and smiled at him, relieved to know that Chris was here.
"Listen, don't pay attention to Manson or Twiggy. They're just trying to put you down to better
themselves. Just between you and me, I think Tim is better in this group and I like the fact that
you two love each other. Manson's just an ass and Twiggy isn't used to you being with Tim."
"If you want, I'll hang around you so they don't give you too much shit. Us drummers need to stick
"That'd be nice."
"Good morning, fuckers!" Twiggy yelled as he walked into the room. "How is everyone on this fine
"There's the man of the hour!" Manson said.
"Oh, hey Ginger, almost didn't see you there. I have a question for you. Did you enjoy last night?
Heard you moaning like the little girl you are." Twiggy smirked.
"Shut up, Twiggy." Chris replied.
"Oh look, tempy is trying to stand up for our bitch. Tell me, does Tim know about you and Chris?"
My hands curled up into fists and I dug my nails into the palms of my hands.
"Oh look. Is Ginger debating on hitting me like he did last night? Come on, I'll give you a clean
"Would you shut the fuck up already? No one needs your shit this early in the morning." I heard a
vaguely familiar voice say.
"Yeah, Twiggs, no one needs your crap." A second familiar voice said. I turned around and saw Zim
Zum and John 5 standing with their arms cross.
"You hurt Ginger, you deal with us." Zim Zum said.
"Yeah, Ginger's the best drummer we know and no one fucks with him without getting a beating from
us" John 5 smirked.
"What the fuck? Don't you two have your own bands to be with right now?" Twiggy asked.
"Currently, no. Tim called us and told us you were back and how you were treating Ginger.' John
"So we decided to catch the first flight here and set things straight. We're here to make sure you
don't fuck with Ginger." Zimmy finished off what John was trying to say and placed a hand on my
shoulder. I turned and hugged Zimmy, thankful that he was back along with John to help keep Twiggy
away from me.
"Honestly, Twiggy, you try anything stupid, me and Zim will fuck you up and you know it.' John said
and then hugged me. I then slapped both of them on the arm.
"What's that for?" they both said.
"For not answering my e-mails!" I said.
"Sorry, been busy with the Pop Culture Suicides." Zim said.
"I've been touring with Zombie and working on my solo album." John smiled.
"Holy shit, what the fuck?" Rob said, making me jump.
"Rob! You're late!" Manson yelled at Rob.
"Sorry, went to get breakfast. What are them two doing here?"
"We're here to make sure Twiggy doesn't get a little too sadistic with Ginger." Zimmy said.
"Oh, in that case let's get this interview done with, ok? I need more sleep." Rob replied. We all
walked over to where the interview was to be held. Zimmy and John both stayed nearby to make sure
everything went smoothly. I was for sure going to get onto Tim for not telling me that he gave the
two a call.
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