Crash - Guns N Roses Fanfiction

TWENTY NINE

After a gruelling day and a half, we were let out of our shared cell.

I already went to my court date, but Axl had yet to go to his. He told me not to come, and I kindly agreed that that would be good.

My court date went much better than I ever could have imagined. I still had to pay the fine, but that was it.

Anyway, Axl and I had talked through some problems, and he ended up convincing me to let him come--even though I wasn't quite comfortable with it. I would have told him so, but, being with Axl was sometimes like dancing on a tightrope. One wrong step, and it was all downhill from there. Literally.

I'd learned it quickly, so that way I could please him as much as possible.

I was sitting at the kitchen table when Steven walked--or perhaps "stumbled" would be a better description--through the door.

I smiled at him and said hello, but he just looked at me with unfocused eyes. For a moment, I was wondering if he could even see me--it felt like he hadn't even registered who was there.

My mind rushed with all the types of drugs he could be on right now: cocaine, weed, heroin, speed--maybe more than one.

I stood up, abandoning my book and cup of coffee, and walked over to him, where he was taking off his shoes and putting them on the bookshelf (for God knows what reason).

"Hey, Steven, you feeling okay?" I asked him slowly.

"What do you mean? Why do you ask?" he gazed around the room, as if he was searching for where my voice was coming from. I was right in front of him.

"Are you looking for something?"

He made eye contact with me, and suddenly became very agitated. The look he sent my way was as cold as ice."Could you perhaps fuck off for a minute?" his tone was sharp and serious--one I would have never associated with him. My blood chilled, goosebumps rising on my arms.

"Steven! What are you so pissed about?" I responded in disbelief. My heart thudded in my chest. I knew there was something very wrong with this situation, the way his eyes felt like razors against my skin, the tone in which he spoke to me--as if I had done something extremely offensive.

"Don't play dumb with me, Cassie. You're a genius and yet you act like you don't know what's going on half the time."

His words stung. I didn't want to take a step backward, because that would show weakness, but I wouldn't dare take a step forward.

So, I just said, "Please don't say that."

But he continued on with his drug-induced ramble.

"I just don't get you!" his hand motions began to get more intense. "I mean, I thought we had something going on between us," Steven gestured to the space separating us, "and then, and then..." he was becoming breathless. "You just waltz around with him like, like it's nothing! Did you not think about me? Don't you care about anyone else but yourself? You're not the only one on this planet, you know." With these final words, his arm sailed through the air and hit a vase on the bookshelf. The toppled to the ground with a loud smash! I jumped, but he just sighed.

I stood in place from shock--not from the vase, because that was bound to happen, but from his words. Is that really what he thought of me? Is that how I seem to him? Is it true, though? "Steven, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"Oh come on, Cassidy! You know I was falling for you!"

My heart shuddered, and it felt like it had nearly stopped. I'd really hurt him. I actually, truly hurt him--and I didn't even know that I was doing so at the time. I thought of Axl, and of how if Steven really felt that way, that he would have told the band, right? He was just that type of guy. So Axl would have known, as he was kissing me, seducing me...