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
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Started: 10/01/2023
Finished: 05/05...
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"Are you sure it's okay with you to watch her?" Neil asked, watching back from his seat while I unbuckled the belt securing Donna's body.
"Yeah, no problem. Don't worry, okay? I'll drop her off tomorrow when she wakes up." I said putting an arm around her waist and helping her get out of the car. She grumbled and flickered her eyes open in confusion.
"Dave?" She asked, looking up at me with half-closed eyes. Stumbling a little bit on my side, she was slowly drifting away from her drunken state.
"Yeah?" I answered quietly, putting an arm around her waist by the side for support while I waved goodbye at Neil, who was driving away in his car.
She didn't say anything else, we just wobbled to the front door in silence. I helped her up the stairs with great difficulty to get into the bedroom. I put her down on the mattress and walked over to the individual bathroom. I cleaned my bloody knuckles with a wet cloth, watching the red water wash down the drain.
"How are you feeling now?" I asked loud enough for her to hear me while still in the other room. I got no answer back.
I immediately walked out to check if she was okay. I found her sitting on the bed with glassy eyes. Her expression was blank, but tears flowed without any help down her cheeks. Makeup stained her skin, and her hair fell messily on her face. That vision of her squeezed my heart in pain.
"What's going on? Is everything okay?" I asked, sitting on the edge of the mattress next to her, trying not to be too invasive.
"Why am I here?" She said it between sobs, rubbing her face to wipe away the tears.
"I'm trying to help you. You're safe here." I replied gently, trying to reassure her. It hurt me that I knew I was the reason she felt uncomfortable. She didn't want to see me. Long seconds of silence followed my words. I wasn't watching her, I honestly didn't have the courage to.
"Why did you abandon me, Dave?" I heard her ask calmly. I turned to face her, taken aback by this question. This time she wasn't crying. She was serious, almost like she was capable of snapping back into sobriety for a few seconds.
"I didn't abandon you." I replied, stuttering, too scared to face her feelings.
"Yes, you did; you all did. My father did, my sexual abuser of an ex did, Cliff did, and even Kirk did at some point. Why am I so easy to abandon?" She cried out silently. I could hear her sniffling and whimpering. She tried to hide it, but her feelings were getting the best of her.
I resoluted to getting closer to her. She wasn't the type to be vulnerable, so this pulled a string on me. I never had good comforting words to say, but words weren't the only way to speak. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to my chest. I knew she would resist, but like I guessed, in a moment of weakness, she gave in.
