Emo Tom is Emo (VI)
After getting the call from Elsie, and wondering if the bitch would get the stick out of her ass one day, or if she'd have to do it herself, Andrea headed off to Sloane Manor.
The drive in her hearse was uneventful, the gate guards were used to her by now and let her in without having to make a bunch of calls.
Soon enough she had pulled up and used the house key Tom had given her to walk in without bothering with the bell.
"Besides," Andrea thought darkly, "His parents are still in denial mode about us dating."
It made about as much sense as a crack head, but Andrea was chalking it up to the power of denial.
"Andrea," the drawling bored voice greeted her at the top of the stairs, "Thank God you came, he's become unbearable!"
"And this is different from any other day, from your perspective because...?"
Elsie just rubbed her temples and replied, "Go see for yourself, maybe you came get him to stop..."
"Stop what?"
Elsie just growled and stalked off.
Andrea did a much better growl and headed on up, knowing the route to Tom's room by heart.
Within a few feet of the door she could hear the music playing and stopped dead in her tracks.
"Oh, no!" Andrea said, momentarily frozen in horror, "No, no, no, no, no..."
She moved swiftly for the door and grabbed the knob and paused, wondering if she should knock...
"Fuck it!" She hissed to herself and steeled herself for the worst while turning the doorknob...
Silence filled the hallway about two minutes later.
"Thank you God!" Elsie breathed to herself.
Then a different sound began to fill the house.
"AAAAAA!" Elsie screamed.
Until she found her secret stash of death metal albums and turned up Slayer full blast to spare herself any further misery.
During a break in their three hour sex-a-thon, Andrea nuzzled Tom's neck, smearing more black lipstick on him so that they'd be a matching set.
Tom idly traced some of his new cutter scars on his arm and said, "Thanks Andrea, I don't know what came over me but..."
"Oh shush." she whispered back and kissed his forehead, "It's over now."
"It's just," Tom said, trying to explain himself, "Once the video started playing on my computer it was just so... mesmerizing. I couldn't look away."
Andrea just shook her head, "But what would your friends say if they knew?"
Tom shuddered, "Oh god! Anything but that."
"Well it's a good thing that your sister called," Andrea informed him sagely, "Because without my special brand of magic you might not have stopped watching that Justin Beiber video and lost your sanity."
Tom shuddered again, "It's just, what the fuck is it?!"
"An abomination that makes Cthulhu look, well... Normal."
Tom began shivering and started reaching for his pocket knife, feeling the need to bleed.
At least until Andrea grabbed his arm and yanked it so that he wound up grabbing her left breast.
After that Tom didn't need to cut himself for at least a week.
Elsie on the other hand blew out three speakers that day, trying to drown out the memory sound of Justin Bieber's 'Baby' and the sound of her pathetic brother and his girlfriend having sex.
The speakers however were blown out in vain.