My savior - Axl Rose fanfiction

Chapter 1 - Axl

"Come on!" Noah snapped, painfully gripping my arm. "Let go!" I jerked myself out of his grip, which just made him angrier. Immediately, he threw his beer bottle, hitting me on the forehead. Before I could recover, he started beating me, knocking me to the ground, where he kept kicking me. I could already taste the blood in my mouth. 

"Hey!" A guy ran up to Noah, immediately punching him. Noah took off running, leaving me. I slowly sat up, my vision getting blurry.

That's when everything went black.

......

I slowly opened my eyes, when I remembered what happened. I looked around, noticing I was at the hospital. 

"Your awake!" The nurse said, walking over to one of the machines. "We were about to discharge you." I nodded, sitting up, "But, you need to go to the police station, for questioning."

I sighed, "Ok."

I walked out of the hospital, but didn't really know where to go. I haven't been able to go anywhere for years. I looked around, watching cars go by. I could feel myself starting to panic, not knowing what to do.

Eventually, I just walked back into the hospital, asking for directions. 

I got to the police station, and they took me to an interrogation room, where another guy sat, I assumed it was the guy from yesterday. He didn't really look at me at all, which was fine by me. I didn't want to be here either.

"So," An officer said, sitting down across from us. "Do you know Axl at all?" I looked over at him, "No." I turned back towards the officer, who simply nodded. After many questions, the officer released us, and once again, didn't know what to do. The cops were still looking for Noah, so I didn't want to go back to the house, but I had no family to go to, either.

I had nothing.

It's been almost five years I was stuck with Noah. At first, it was fine. He never abused me, or even drank. 

I was only sixteen then.

At the time, I wasn't worried about anything. Until I noticed he started taking alcohol from his parents, which resulted in him getting kicked out of his house a month later. He eventually got an apartment, and constantly begged me to move in with him. I said no, since I was only sixteen, and my parents would never let me leave. He wasn't happy at first, but when my parents died, I had nowhere else to go, so I stayed with him.

I was seventeen when he got me pregnant. I ended up dropping out of school to take care of the baby, and spent every living second with the baby. But one day, I had Noah watch him, while I went out with some friends, and when I came home, the baby was dead. I could tell Noah was drunk beyond belief, and thats when the abuse started. 

I never left the house alone again. He always threatened to hurt my friends, so I never left his sight. So whenever he was drunk, he usually took his anger out on me. I've tried escaping so many times, but he always caught me, usually resulting in another beating.

The second time I got pregnant, I was nineteen. The abuse didn't stop, thus, the second child was dead before he was born. I was told by the doctor that I couldn't have kids a while later, which upset Noah even more, which meant another beating. Which leads up to that other night.

I got outside, still not knowing where to go. I decided to walk around, find someplace to stay.

"Hey, wait up!" I turned around, to see Axl next to me. "Where are you gonna stay?" I looked at him for a second, before sighing. "I don't know." I looked at the ground, not really knowing what else to say. "Well," He started, also looking away, "If you want, you can stay with me and some of my friends for a couple of days, you know," He paused, "Until you get back on your feet."

"Wait, really?" I looked back up at him. He nodded, "Sure."

"Ok, sure." I smiled a little, and we walked over to his car.

It was in his car when I realized something.

"Wait, your Axl Rose!"