Crash - Guns N Roses Fanfiction

EIGHT

(an/ every time I type the chapter titles thingies I feel like im yelling at you lol. "THIS IS CHAPTER EIGHT MOTHERFUCKERS! READ OR DIE!" but anyways, this chapter was funny to write but it's probably really dumb to everyone else oh well this chapter was mainly made for my amusement at one am the night before school started lmao okay I'll shut up now.)

So basically letting Axl leave my side as I walked around LA at eleven pm was a terrible fucking idea. I should've just went home with Axl. But nope, feelings have to exist for some reason and sometimes they just happen to be hard to figure out. Weird, right?

Anyways, I turned a corner, where I practically ran into a tall, darkly-clothed man.

"Oh! Sorry, sir," I apologized, trying to move around the man, but he held his hand in front of me. I tried going around his other side. Didn't work.

Okay, well fuck. Now I'm never gonna grow old, have kids, get married. I'll never get to visit Africa or travel anywhere else I've always wanted to. All those things? Nope. I'm gonna die. All because I didn't go home with Axl. Goodbye, world.

"Whoa there, missy, where do you think you're going at this time of night? A sexy girl like you?" Oh great, he was slurring, too. The universe really had it out for me tonight.

Look, whoever's up there, I'm sorry that I had to have a decent night last night. I know, I know, it was uncalled for. You don't like uncalled-for things apparently. I'll remember that next time! Give me a few more years! I promise I'll make it up to you.

"Oh, um, just out for a walk. So, um, if you'll excuse me..." I attempted again to get away, but nope.

What? Was my apology not enough, Universe? Well shit.

"Hold on, chicky. I think you're lookin' for gettin' more than a walk tonight. And until I get what I want, you ain't goin' anywhere," his hands were on my arms and waist now, and my stomach released a flock of nervous butterflies out to roam around my chest. Not the good ones, not the ones I had with Steven. Wait, hold up, so now I'm thinking about Steven right before death? Hm. Well this can't be good.

"Wh-what do you wa--" I was cut off by him slapping a hand over my mouth, and turning me into a dark alley. Wow, okay, so, firstly, no one sees this happening?! Secondly, this is turning into such a cliché scene in a movie where someone is trapped in an alley by a tall, scary lookin' dude. But this isn't a movie, it's reality. And guess what motherfuckers? Reality sucks.

"Mm m mm mmmmmmmmm!" I scream. "MMMMMMMMM!" wow isn't this just lovely. Enjoyable moment, right here, yessiree. Can't wait to have nightmares and be permanently scarred; thanks so much, LA.

"Shh, just eat this. It'll be okay. I'm the good guy," okay, what the actual fuck. Am I in a movie that I don't know about? Are there cameras somewhere?

I was looking around, up, down, sideways, everywhere I could see for 1. someone who could help, and 2. hidden cameras. And here's reality TV, fucking shit up again. Oh wait, I'm missing a piece of information. Let's see... what have I forgotten? Oh right. THERE IS NO SHOW CALLED "BE SNATCHED AWAY ON THE STREETS OF LA BY A CREEPY TALL DUDE JUST LIKE EVERY MOVIE CLCHÉ EVER!"

When he removed his hand from my lips, I was getting ready to scream again, but he'd shoved a handful of a flaky substance down my throat before I had the chance. I decided to pretend I was calm. I slouched my shoulders, let my face relax into a hazy expression, and the asshole relaxed, too.

"See? It's not bad. Not bad at all, right?" he caressed my cheek as he spoke, and I pretended I was falling into his hold. I nodded. Then I screamed.