Through The Eyes Of

The Other Half of my Heart

Slash
The pervert sitting on Vicki's couch looks at Axl and I and smirks. "You guys put on a good show," he says looking like some sort of predatory snake. I want him to put his dick back in his pants and get the fuck out of here; not sit there looking at me like a piece of meat. Axl and I have already pulled our clothes back on but he hasn't.

"Are we done here?" Axl asks.

"Mmm we might be. You really want to know what it's going to take to get signed? Every fucking label on the strip knows you guys protect that fucking kid," he says nodding at me "and that nobody gets near him. You give him up you get signed, simple as that. Every account executive in town is competing to fuck that kid. Lots of labels would be willing to sign you but not without getting something in return and he's what they want. He's got such a pretty mouth," the slimeball tells Axl.

I feel the blood drain from my face and Axl steps between me and the guy. "We'll consider it; I think he's had enough for one night. Make us an offer and we'll think about it; I'm not letting you or anybody else near him for nothing. We need a reason to give you our most valuable asset."

"You'll be hearing from us, don't worry," the guy says and walks to the door. Axl lets him out and the second the door closes I collapse onto the sofa with my head in my hands. I can feel myself shaking; partly because I'm relieved that that creep is gone and partly because I'm so disgusted at what I just did and some of it is fear because I know they want more from me and that I'll have to give them what they want.

"Hey, it's ok kid; don't totally freak out on me. I know you didn't want to do it but it's over and you got through it. Now they'll send us an offer which is more than we had before," Axl says and rubs my back soothingly.

"Yeah it's over for now but they want me Axl; how many people am I going to have to fuck to get a record deal? It's different fucking chicks; I'm used to doing that. But this, this is different. I don't want other men that way; I only want Duff. What the fuck is he going to say when he finds out about this? He's going to freak the fuck out! He's already a fucking mess; the last thing he needed was to worry about me cheating on him!" I can hear my voice rise in pitch and I'm starting to panic. "I want to go home Axl; I want to hold Duff and forget this ever happened! I want to forget he got hurt too, I want everything to go back to the way it was two weeks ago!"

"You didn't fucking cheat on him; this shit we have to do? It's not cheating, it's what we have to do to make it. Duff knows it; look at the shit he just went through; you don't 'consider it cheating. Don't worry about that part," Axl sighs.

"It's different Axl; you're in the band, you're not a stranger. You're also not a chick so it's a whole different ballgame. I want to go home," I whisper again and he sighs and puts his arm around me.

I just look up at him sitting next to me and pull away from where he's touching me. It's not his fault but I don't want to be touched by anyone right now. "I'm gonna go take a shower," I mumble and get up and lock myself in the bathroom. I turn the shower on as hot as it will go without burning my skin off and just stand under the scorching stream for the better part of an hour scrubbing myself off over and over. When I come out Axl's camped out on the floor even though it's his night to sleep on the couch and there's an unopened bottle of Jack Daniels on the table which he knows is my preferred brand of liquor.

"That's for you," he says nodding at the bottle as he swigs something out of a bottle in a paper bag. "You sleep on the couch too; you've have a rough fucking night."

"You've had the same night I had," I respond.

"Yeah but ...just it's ok. It's different for you. I can't make it up to you but maybe the whiskey will help a little.