📍LA
⏰11:45pm
⚠️domestic abuse , violence (in front of a child ) , alcohol, drink accusing of cheating , angst , mentions of Axls childhood and indication of csa .
(It's rushed at the end . I'm tired asf but I'll hate it tm :). )
1989
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"for the last time he's just a friend " I said huffing out and rubbing my sons back trying to calm him down as I walked through the front door of our shared home.
"oh yeah okay y/n " the rocker rolled his eyes throwing his hands up in the air storming away in front of me ,heading to the kitchen.
"friends just randomly kiss each other do they ?"
i heard him rant and I rolled my eyes back at his silly little comment.
here we go again.
i stopped in my tracks with our son in my arms sniffing and rubbing his tired eyes.
it's getting late for him. It's way past his bed time
i turned to my son and pecked his forehead and I walked into the kitchen to see him opening the fridge open angrily and grabbing another beer.
he slammed the door shut making Hendrix's , our sons head pop up due to the loud noise.
he was furious but so was I
"what are you talking about axl ? " I questioned with a confused look on my face as we were now staring at each other.
what did he meant by that. I was so confused.
he continued to look at me with anger filling his face. he was drunk and we both knew this.
but when axl is drunk there's either 2 sides to him.
he can the most loving person on the planet , do anything for you , very affectionate, hugging you , calling you sweet names , telling you how much you meant to him , how much he will do to a man if they hurt me.
it's that
or the other side comes out. Anything can piss him off and it takes him awhile to come down and be calm in which I know he cannot control at times.
yes he can be asshole but I have to think around that and why he's acting like the way that he does.
I've lived with this for years. we grew up together, became friends in kindergarten and started to date in high school and here we are.
"he kissed you y/n ,right fucking in front of me" he slammed the beer down on the marble counter and I flinched at the sudden loud noise.
i don't do too well with loud bangs or men screaming at me just for past reasons. my father.
he was an asshole and couple of other reasons too.
"Axl stop bea gong things and he kissed my cheek plus he's gay " I said and brushed my hair back with my hand getting more and more stressed with this topic.
He's been non stop babbling on about it since we got into the car.
axl scoffed and shook his head and let out a deep chuckle. A sarcastic one
"yeah right " I heard him mumble and I looked at him like he had three heads.
"his boyfriend was literally behind him " I said trying to explain to him but he just wasn't listening to me anymore.
"mama ,tired now " Hendrix mumbled tugging on my leather jacket and I nodded.
"I know we're going to bed now sweetie " I gave him a little smile and he just looked between me and his father who was standing just on the other side of the kitchen island.
