The Token - A Guns N' Roses FanFic

Chapter 9: Get Out

"What is going on?" My uncle bellowed through the shop.

"Your barista or whatever the f*cking hell you call her is a damn traitor who dresses up as a guy and plays in a rock n' roll band on the strip" Betsie shouted at my uncle, he voice consuming the entire shop. In that moment, I felt every customer in the starting at me. F*ck.

He then quickly turned towards me, as if I had a logical straight forward answer.

What was I supposed to say? Yes uncle, I dress up as a guy and perform in a rock band on the other side of town? He was rather clear only a couple minutes ago that he wasn't a huge fan of me being in a band, and Betsie storming in looking to start a fight wasn't helping the cause. I call bullsh*t on anyone who says the truth will set you free. The truth would only burry me deeper in the grave I already dug for myself.

"I don't know what she is talking about. She must be high on coke or some sh*t. She...is crazy!" I shouted at my uncle as I walked out in front of him. It was an incredibly low blow, and I almost felt guilty for saying it. Almost.

"Lying b*tch! You and your band think that you can just bring strippers on stage, and no one would miss my band? You know what you're f*cking saying right? What message you're sending to the strip? By replacing us with strippers? That that's all Pixie was! That people only came to our shows for our looks. Do you think that people only came to see my band, may I remind you that is was also your former band that you were apart of, because we are a bunch of chicks? Is that what you think all female musicians are? Just something nice to look at? Well say something your treacherous b*tch!" She howled across the counter. I remained frozen, not only motionless, but speechless. Strippers? We were going to have stripper on the stage?

"I have no idea what you are talking about," I shouted back losing all composure I had before.

"Ohh really Michelle? Then explain to me why the bar manager told Cindy that we weren't playing because Guns N' Roses, apparently a 'far better band' according to the manager, would be bringing strippers, so the clientele wouldn't care. Our. Fans. Wouldn't. Care. As long as there were chicks dancing on stage our fans wouldn't care," she snarled making sure to put air quotes when she said far better band. I didn't notice how quiet the shop was until she stopped talking. I took a quick look around, the shop when I noticed it was quickly empty. My uncle must have escorted the customers out.

"Have you ever thought that maybe Guns N' Roses got the gig because we are better than Pixie? You guys flat lined. You were playing the same songs and going nowhere! I tried to save Pixie before you kicked me out. Looks like I avoided being apart of the shipwreck," I shot back. Big f*cking mistake.

Before I could blink, she pushed past Derek and launched herself at me. I didn't have time to process what was going on. I felt like a rag doll as everything blurred in front of me. It wasn't until she slammed me against the counter that every thing came back into focus. I tried pushing Betsie off, but she was too strong, and it didn't help that I had absolutely no leverage from my position.

As I continued to flail like a fish trying to get her off of me while she screamed profanities, Derek swooped in pulled her off of me. I remained frozen on the counter watching as Betsie tried to kick Derker in hopes of escaping his grip.

The doors to the coffee shop flew open. I was glued to the counter when I turned to see a police officer burst through the doors. The room went quiet, the only sound that filled the room was Betsie panting.

It was clear that things were only going to get worse..

I let one last scream escape me as I felt Betsi throw me against the ground. My mind was too busy trying to comprehend how she escaped Derek's grip to even take in the chaos that had erupted around me.