Crash - Guns N Roses Fanfiction

TWENTY SIX (PART ONE)

Axl tilted his head in amusement when he saw me being escorted down the beige, dreary hallway. His eyes twinkled with childish mischief, lips curled to conceal laughter, and I knew I would never hear the end of this one.

The officer was being sort of handsy and rough, to say the least. But, really, I deserved it. I'd begged them and apologized way too many times to count, but I knew there was no going back.

I'd hit a police officer.

Jesus.

But, in my defence, it was one hell of a punch. I was rather impressed with myself and wondered where I'd gotten it from. I didn't know if I would be able to do it again, or if it was just the heat of the moment that made it happen. Perhaps I could have taken out the guy at the show, instead of having all this shit happening. Too late now, I suppose.

"Well, well, well, look who we have here! Miss Cassidy Goodwin! Who woulda known?" Axl taunted me. I shot him a harsh glare, and realized, much to my dismay, there was only one cell here. Axl was already in it. Jesus, how small was this place?

"I'm sorry, Miss, but you're gonna have to bunk with this son of a bitch for tonight."

Like a kettle in my gut, my anger was boiling, and I wondered when I would have to scream. At that moment, I knew there would be no stopping the destruction I would cause. Was that a fucking insult to my friend? I wasn't scared to punch him again. (Okay, well, maybe a little bit.)

"Hey! Don't fuckin' talk to my best friend like that! That's a fuckin' lady, and I sure as hell don't believe that you'd like to be spoken to like that!" Axl defended. I was happily surprised to hear him say best friend, however I shook my head as slowly and calmly as I could, trying to tell Axl not to flip shit or else God knows what would happen, but he was too busy having a stare-down with the policeman.

"Just get in there," the officer spat tiredly at me after a moment, then pushed me between a small gap of the door and cement barrier. I nearly fell, but Axl caught my arm, and within seconds, the official was gone, leaving just the two of us.

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"Well, hello there, Cass," he smiled. "Now, what'd you do to end up in here?" Axl settled down in his little spot on the bench, wriggling around as if it were possible to get comfortable on the metal thing. He was acting as if he were a middle-aged woman, ready for some hot gossip to be spilled at the hair salon.

"Oh shut up, would you?" I snapped, rubbing my wrists where the cuffs were.

"Wow, time in the slammer really does change a person..."

I gave him one of the harshest glares I could manage, telling him to back off or I'll punch him, too.

"Hey, now, just trying to make conversation. So what'd you do?"

I just stared blankly at him, 'cause I knew that if I told him the truth, he would never believe me. And if he did, Jesus, I could only imagine how long he'd be telling that story.

"You sure are good at speaking with your eyes. Did you know how easy you are to read? It's all in the--"

I rolled my eyes so hard it almost hurt, and gave him a stare that said just as much as a middle finger did.

"Oh c'mon, Cass, it can't be that bad. What? You hit a police officer or somethin'?" he chuckled, clearly not expecting anything but a friendly, joking shove as a response--maybe another angry look.