Tommy laughed, then walking back out to where everyone else was.
"I'm sorry,"
"Hey Baz, what's going on?" A familiar voice asked from behind Tommy, pushing him to the side.
"Nikki and New Girl," Tommy chimed in.
"Uh...Baz, what?"
"No, no, he was just kidding. I wouldn't-" Duff entered, pacing around, peaking into my closet.
"And what's that?" He asked, pointing to the shoebox.
"Nothing," I swallowed hard.
"Baz, tell me what is in that fucking box and what the hell is happening here." His voice lowered, and I could hear the hurt in his voice. He knew. He walked over with a long stride, opening the box and fuming.
He turned to me, his face as red as a tomato.
"So first you ignore all my fucking calls, then you let Axl basically move in but continue to ignore me, who's loved you all this time, then you fucking use heroin, and then you cheat on me with this...PRICK?! This has changed you, Izabelle! FAME has changed you! I can't fucking do this anymore! It's too damn much! I'm leaving and I hope I never see you again."
He storms out, leaving me standing there.
"Duff, I'm-"
"TWO WORDS. FUCK. YOU."
All the boys, even the Crüe, were standing in my doorway looking like guilty little kids, Nikki still standing behind me.
He attempted to wrap his arms around my waist, I guess to calm me down, but as soon as he touched me I pushed him away.
"All of you guys. Leave."
Axl put up a fight, but everyone else left. I finally got him to leave, and my afternoon ended in my room being trashed.
"You need to breathe," a recognizable voice said.
"WHY WOULD YOU FUCKING CARE?!" I screamed, looking around my room. He popped his head out from behind the door, then ducking back down as I threw a glass at him.
"Please relax," the black-haired man coaxed. "Breathe in and out, deep breaths."
I followed his steps, then sitting myself on the floor in order to relax.
He cautiously walked out, sitting in front of me and grabbing my hands.
"For now, you've got a show. But later, we're getting you help. Ok, sweetheart?"
I shook my head, thankful he was here but mad that he thought I was that bad.
I felt my eyes sting, and he rubbed gentle circles on my hands, bringing one up to his mouth and kissing it.
"We're gonna have a rockin night, ok? Skid Row will be there, Joan Jett, Mötley Crüe...all the big ones." Izzy said.
"Ok..."
"Try to have some fun." He grabbed my hand and lifted me to my feet, showing me to the closet.
"Do you want me to help you pick out an outfit?"
"No, but thanks, Iz." I kissed him on the cheek, walking into my closet to pick out some clothes.
I decide on a white backless spaghetti-strap top and some white high-waisted jeans, then putting on my red Converse high-tops and stepping out.
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Free Bird -a Guns N' Roses Fanfic
FanfictionSex, drugs, n' rock n' roll. That's how Baz has dreamed to live her life. She doesn't care if she's mean and she does things her way. What'll happen when she runs into an up-and-coming band that just won't leave her alone? I don't own any companie...
