Crash - Guns N Roses Fanfiction

THIRTY ONE

(That's who I imagine Cassie being, by the way. Her name's Paulina Porizkova and she's a supermodel from the 80s/90s :) you don't have to picture Cassie like that, it's just what I think she looks like. Anyways let's get on with this)

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The flight back to LA was even more painful than the one from LA, this time for entirely different reasons, in addition to the reasons it was terrible before.

I leaned my head against the window and sighed.

What the fuck had I done?

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The door to the house was unlocked--lucky for me, since no one was home. I hadn't checked in any of their rooms, but I figured I'd be hearing some sort of commotion had any of them been inside.

That was good, though, that they weren't home. I wasn't ready to see or talk to any of them yet. Plus, I was exhausted from the jet lag.

I sauntered up the stairs and collapsed onto the bed I shared with Axl, dropping my bag in the doorway.

I slept.

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I woke up at around 3 am and tripped over my luggage on my way out the bedroom door. Still, none of the guys were here. I wondered where they were, but relished the alone time I was getting.

I sat down at the island in the kitchen, overlooking the beautiful Californian hills around the house. It was pitch black outside, but the moon shone brightly.

I sipped from a mug of coffee.

I listened to the clock tick, and found I was not bored, but in a state of chaotic satisfaction. It was as though my stress and anxiety had run its course and done everything it could to try and ruin my life, and I was now left feeling empty.

I felt the guilt and the sadness and despair, but did not let it overcome my senses. I knew what I had done, had accepted it, and was now waiting for the consequences.

I waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, at what must have been about 4 o'clock, I heard car doors slam shut. The sound echoed across the neighbourhood. I didn't look up when the garage door opened. I heard Slash and Duff's voices, together, their laughs, and I couldn't help but smile. I turned and got down from my seat, ready to greet them.

And then I realized I couldn't do it. I just couldn't. Not right now--I wasn't ready to pretend I was okay yet. I sprinted up the stairs before they opened the door that lead into the kitchen, abandoning my nearly-finished cup of coffee. I leapt into the bed I had formerly occupied and didn't say a word, didn't move an inch, as I listened to his steps, muffled on the carpet of our bedroom.

I heard Duff say, "Hey, look, Cassie's he--" he was cut off by someone slapping him lightly. Laughter.

Axl slid into place beside me and kissed my forehead. "Welcome home, baby," he murmured next to my ear, his deep, mumbled, and slightly drunken voice sending shivers down my spine.

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I opened my eyes again at around two o'clock in the afternoon. Before moving, I listened for sounds. There was nothing--not a cough or a word or any shuffling. I sat up, stretched, then proceeded down to the kitchen and living area.

Before getting myself a cup of coffee, I switched the TV on. MTV was playing some unfamiliar Phil Collins song that I didn't particularly like, but I didn't bother changing the channel since I knew another song would come on in a matter of minutes.

When I sat down on the stool, I saw that my coffee mug was still on the counter, where I'd left it during the night--but there was a note next to it.