bad reputation/axl rose

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august 2nd, 1986

i was in a toxic relationship with my criminal, rockstar boyfriend, axl rose. i'm not saying i wasn't "criminal" myself, i had a rough childhood, abusive parents, drinking and fighting in middle school all through high school, drugs, stealing. axl was the same way. sexually abused, and abused, by both his mother and father/stepdad. we mentally and emotionally and physically needed each other. we were with each other all our life. i comforted him every time he got into a fight with his stepdad. he comforted me every time i got into a fight with my mom. we were meant for each other. we both knew.

tonight we were planning on going to the night club. i wasn't really into that stuff but i didn't mind. i did make sure to complain to him though. oh well rose.

we were really going there only for axl to steal the liquor.

"axl i don't wanna go" i whined as i followed him to our closet.

"damnit, rox just get dressed alright" he snapped as he pulled out his leather pants.

i rolled my eyes as i mimicked him quietly, enough for him not to hear. thankfully.

"babe have you seen my led zeppelin white tank top" axl asked as he pasted back and forth looking around.

"no ax" i sighed.

"perfect" i said to myself as i looked at my outfit spread out on mine and axl's bed.

leather pants, black zipped up crop top, red leather biker jacket, and some heels with spikes.

i rushed into the bathroom as i brushed out my blond hair with orange streaks in it.

i got my blow dryer and brushed it as i bumped into axl in the process.

"axl can you move out of the way" i snapped.

"not my fault your in my way" he said as he went through my makeup draw.

"what the fuck are you doing, in my fucking makeup draw" i shouted.

axl tensed up a bit "i just wanted some eyeliner babe"

"well fucking ask" i said glaring at him.

i styled my hair as i watched him lightly apply the eyeliner on his waterline but failing.

"shit" he hissed in pain as he covered his eye with his hand.

i turned my attention on him as i turned off my blow dryer placing it down.

"let me see" i said as i put my hand over his.

he uncovered his eye as i made sure nothing was wrong with his eye.

it was a little irritated from his poking it but he was fine.

"you'll be fine" i said looking at him.

"uh, can you help me at least" he said annoyed as he held up my eyeliner.

i rolled my eyes as i took the pencil from him.

once i finished he looked in the mirror making sure he looked good enough. what a girly man.

"thanks babe" he said pecking my cheek as he walked out of the bathroom walking to our bed. thankfully we had a bathroom in our room.

"axl can you not sit on my fucking clothes" i sighed.

he groaned as he walked back into the bathroom.

"baby can you please tease my hair when your done" he asked as he watched my do my hair.

i nodded my head as i continued to fluff my hair.

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