In which Dave Mustaine entertains an enemies-to-lovers relationship with a talented guitarist, one of his former band's member sister.
↳ TW: mention of S.A. and substance abuse
↳ favoring chapters helps me a lot!
Started: 10/01/2023
Finished: 05/05...
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The face of the blonde twisted into a sob. Her chin trembled, and tears filled her eyes in an instant. The view of the one that I had known for 3 years crumbling apart didn't leave me indifferent.
Lana and I had met during my days with Metallica. She always hung around during parties and followed us to every location we played at. Eventually she became my first groupie; she would help me through some months when I didn't have enough food to eat and give me shelter when I got into fights with James just to have a chance to be with me.
We were never in an official relationship, and we were never meant to be. She was a jealous and possessive person. I didn't know why, but I played up to her fantasy until I gave her the keys to my house so she could come and go when she wanted.
At the end of the day, the only thing that mattered to her was being in the arms of the most famous musician she could find. It didn't matter who it was. It was no surprise that after I was fired from Metallica, she became uninterested in me and decided to follow another band on tour for 6 months before I met Donna.
It hurt my ego at the time, but I knew she eventually would come back when Megadeth became bigger than whatever play-pretend daddy's money garage band she followed. I just didn't know when, and that would become a problem.
I met Donna at the Rock Paradise Music Venue, in bad faith I had called her for an audition after hearing about her supposed arrival in the Califorian music scene. A girl coming from nowhere with no name, no manager, no songs on the radio, but she was Kirk's sister. When I asked one of the staff members what he thought of her performance and he told me that even in such bad circumstances she had more talent than 50% of artist, I almost felt bad for thinking so lowly of her, filled with regret.
Fast forward a few months later, and she was one of the people I appreciated the most in the world. She was more than a temporary thing; she was my lover.
Sometimes when I watched her, an intrusive thought would make me think about Lana. How I never properly broke up whatever we had going on. A pit of guilt and shame would form in my stomach. It was something I needed to confront for Donna.
The worst thing that could have happened did happen. While we were spending the night together, Lana made an appearance in the comfort of my own home. She dramatically started a scene, as if she had any rights.
My first reaction when I saw her leave running was to follow her. I didn't want to give Donna the wrong impression, but I couldn't let her leave with things undone again.
She tried to get into her car messily. I stopped her by forcing the car door closed.
"Please, Lana, we need to talk about this." I said trying to calm her down.
"Talk about what?! The bitch you were cuddling with on your couch? She looks real nice." She blurted out sarcastically in a menacing tone. Mascara had stained her cheeks black.
