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Chapter 05: Marilyn Doesn't Know
By JasonDavidFrankFan4Life

 

It was dark out when I woke up. The alarm clock said 11:21 pm. I had slept the day away. I did not
feel Tim next to me. There was a light on in the bathroom.
"Tim?" I asked. No reply. "Timmy?" I asked again, getting scared.
'Not your precious Tim." Twiggy's voice came from the bathroom.
"Twiggy? What'd you do with Tim?"
"Don't worry, your precious Tim is alive. For now at least. He's just out of it." Twiggy walked
into the room. His hair was a mess. I noticed the razor blade in his hand. I pulled my knees up to
my chest.
"Oh, don't be scared, you little fuck!" Twiggy came closer to me.
"Leave me alone!" I screamed. Twiggy came to me and placed a hand on my throat. His hot breath fell
upon my face. The smell of booze and absinthe lingered, bitterly, on his breath.
"You're drunk." I managed to squeeze out. I tried to push him off, but was unsuccessful. I was
breathing heavily.
"I told you before, Ginger, this is my band, not Manson's! You choose to still go against me. You
and Tim both go against this band, and you must pay the price!" He accented his last word by
dragging the razor blade across my bare chest. He continued to cut my pale skin. I was able to get
his hand off my throat long enough to let out a high pitched scream. Twiggy placed his hand over my
mouth.
"Shut up, you little shit!" He yelled. I was crying behind is hand in pain. He pulled the razor
across my skin once more. Then, a pair a hands pulled Twiggy off of me.
"We told you, stay away from Ginger!" it was Zim Zum. 'Hey Ginger, told you we'd have your back.
Stay down, Twiggs or you'll regret ever coming back." twiggy tried to get up, but Zimmy had placed a
boot on Twiggy's chest and pushed him back down.
"Where's Tim?" I asked. John walked in. "He's in bad shape, but he'll make it." John said.
"What's going on?" I cried out.
"Twiggy knocked Tim unconscious and hurt him. He has a major gash across his chest. He's lost a lot
of blood, but nothing a few stitches and rest can't cure." John smiled. At me. "Zim, I'll deal with
Twiggs, you get Ginger cleaned up. Take him to our room." I stared at John, then to Twiggy, and then
to Zimmy.
"Ging, there's nothing to be scared of. Com on, let's get those cuts taken care of." Zimmy
reassured me. I got up and walked over to Zimmy and together we walked out of the room and across
the hall to Zim and John's room. I took a seat on the bed that appeared to have had Zim and John in
it moments before.
"Lay down." Zimmy said while walking over to the table in the room and grabbing a small black bag.
I did what he told me to know.
"How'd you know Twiggs was in there?" I asked.
"Me and John heard your high pitched scream. I told you that your ability to do that would come in
handy." He laughed and sat down on the bed beside me. "Let's clean you up. This may sting." Zimmy
lightly touched my wounds with a cloth that was damp with rubbing alcohol. I whimpered in pain.
"Shh. It's ok. It's ok, Gingy. Zim Zum's here to take care of you." Zimmy tried to calm me down. "I
know how it is. Twiggy's a sadistic little fuck."
"No, you don't, Zimmy. You don't know the pain he's done to me!" I yelled.
"Actually, I do." Zimmy replied and took of his shirt, revealing several scars. I ran my hand over
his chest, leaving no scar untouched.
"Oh, Zimmy!" was all I could say.
"This is why I left. I fought Twiggy. I went against the band. If Manson finds out, he'll kill
Twiggy."
"You mean that..."
"That twiggy only says Manson knows. Twiggy has it in his mind that this is what Manson wants. He
thinks that he is controlling this band, but he's not. If he doesn't like someone, he'll do this
shit. Why he didn't come after you when you first joined, is beyond me. He keeps Manson out of the
loop. The reason Twiggy left is because John told Manson what Twiggy had done to me. Manson thinks
Twiggy has changed, but apparently, he hasn't. Ging, Manson cares about you, he honestly does and he
still hates Twiggy for ruining your birthday."
"You serious? Manson cares about me?"
"Yes. He's proud of you. He likes to know if you're hurt. When I was going out with you, Manson
would ask me everyday if you were ok. Have you not seen the hurt in Manson's eyes every time Twiggy
puts you down? He wants to speak up, but Twiggy is controlling him."

I laid there and thought about what Zimmy said. Who else has Twiggy done this to? Did he go after
Zsa Zsa? What about Gidget? Is he the reason why Daisy left all those years ago?

 

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