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Chapter 04: Back To The Beginning
By JasonDavidFrankFan4Life

 

"Piggy back ride!" I squealed and ran towards Zim Zum. I jumped onto his back. "Oh god, Gingery,
you're heavy, and watch the hair!" Zimmy said. I messed up his beautiful dark red hair. John just
laughed at the sight of Zimmy carrying me on his back into Starbucks while he held the door open.
"Ok, Ginger, we're here, get off of me before I fall." Zimmy grunted. I jumped off of Zimmy's back
and headed to the counter.
"Welcome to Starbucks, what can I get you today?" asked the lady behind the counter.
"I'll have a mocha late with whipped cream and sprinkles." I replied.
"Give me a cappuccino, extra foam." John said.
"And I'll have my usual, Sam." Zimmy said.
"Of course, an Alexandrio, easy on the foam, with cinnamon on top." the girl behind the counter
smiled at Zimmy. "Would you like that to go?"
"Nah, we're gonna stay here and chat for a bit. Oh, and what nice little delights do you have
today. Sammy?"
"Well, I know how you like your apple danishes, and we almost ran out, but I saved some just for
you!"
"Oh, thank you! You're the best, Sammy." Zimmy thanked the girl and we found a place to sit with
our coffee and danishes in our hands.
"Ok, Zim, how do you know her?" I asked.
"I come in here every morning! She's always here and we've talked and got to know each other."
Zimmy replied.
"But you're just friends, right?" John asked.
"Ugh, duh! Do you honestly think I would cheat on you? I may be bi, but damn John, I'm as loyal as
a puppy!"
"Ok." John said, gleefully.

We sat there and talked for about an hour or so, catching up on everything. I really had missed the
two and was so glad that I got to see them again. Zimmy's hair wasn't the jet black that I had once
known. It was now the color of blood. It was a beautiful color and the way his hair flowed was so
magnificent. He still had his girly looks and his beautiful hair seemed to accent those looks. After
all these years, he still wore the make up and still kept the name Zim Zum. John looked the same. He
still had the short blonde hair and always wore the tank tops to show off his tattoos. Why he ever
got tattoos, I'll never know, but even his girly features were accented by not only his hair, but
his tattoos as well. I never really knew about their relationship together as John had replaced Zim
Zum years ago. They reminded me so much of myself and Tim. The way the two had a love that no one
could destroy. Zimmy had a tendency to look at not only other guys, but girls as well. He was a
player when he was single, but now John had him on a leash. When Zim first came out, he had said he
could never fully give up women completely as it sometimes was nice to have a girl to have sex with
over a guy. Zimmy was weird beyond everyone else, but he knew what to say and when it needed to be
said. John had came out of the closet right after Twiggy left, even though I had already figured it
out. John was drunk when he came out and it was the funniest thing to ever see. John had slurred his
words so bad that no one understood him until about the fifth or sixth time that he had said he was
gay. Poor John, he really did enjoy his alcohol, but he did get carried away at times. Luckily Zim
was around to take the bottle away from John when needed.

I remember when I came out of the closet. It was my birthday. I wanted it to be my surprise for
everyone. I wanted to be original when I told everyone. Well, I was original all right. Everything
changed when I came out. It was about 4 years before Twiggy left. Everyone had sang happy birthday
to me and then I told them I was gay. No one said anything at first. They all stood there in shock.

"I knew it! I knew you were a fag! Manson, I expect that $1000 in my bank account by tomorrow
evening." Twiggy yelled. Everyone had laughed. Tears had welled up in my eyes. Twiggy was turning
against me. He was my friend. At least, I had thought he was until then. I ran upstairs and into my
bedroom. I locked the door and cried on my bed. It's not how I wanted my birthday to be. I wanted it
to be special. To be a turning point in my life, but instead Twiggy had ruined it and made it hell.

"Ginger? Ginger, open up." Twiggy had knocked on my door.
"Go away!" I yelled.
"Ginger, listen, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to come out that way. Please open up. I'm sorry
for ruining your birthday." I opened up my door.
"What part of 'go away' don't you understand. You ruined my birthday just like you ruined
everything else." I tried to slam my door in his face, but he caught it and forced it back open.
"Listen you little shit, I'm not the one who ruins everything around here, you are. You are a foul
little creature and the only reason Manson won't fire you is because he can't find anyone else."
Twiggy walked into the room. He had a sharp knife in his hand. He shut and locked the door behind
him. I had backed up and fell on the bed.
"I'm going to make you realize who's in charge here. It's not Manson, that's for damn sure. He may
say who stays and who goes, but I'm the one who influences him. I'm the voice in his head. This is
my band, and you best understand that." He was face to face with me. He ripped my shirt off of me.
"I'm going to make sure you know who's boss and where your place is in this band." He smiled
sadistically and dragged the knife across my bare chest, leaving a thin line of blood. I held back
the tears.
"Does little Ginger want to cry? Go ahead, Gingy, cry like the little baby you are. No one's going
to save you. They all know their place, it's time you learned yours!" He dragged the knife across my
chest five more times and then left me to cry on my now bloodstained bed.

"Ginger? Hello? Earth to Ginger." Zim said, waving a hand in front of my face.
"Oh, sorry guys." I replied.
"Hey, what's wrong?" John asked.
" Nothing, just tired. Can we go back to the hotel so I can get some sleep?"
"Yeah, sure, buddy." Zimmy said and got up. Me and John followed Zimmy out of Starbucks and walked
to the hotel.

I walked into my room and noticed Tim was asleep. I quietly took off my jacket, socks, shoes, and
shirt and climbed into bed beside Tim. It was there that I feel asleep and dreamed about how I could
overpower Twiggy one day.

 

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