"Get out of here you worthless piece of shit," Axl screamed at me as I frantically grabbed my suitcase which I had already packed in case a situation like this came up.
As I ran out of the Guns N' Roses tour bus, I flipped up my middle finger at him. Even though I figured he was drunk as always, I wanted to get out of there anyway. I knew he other women to keep him satisfied so I didn't even matter to him.
The cold rain showered down on my mane of long blonde curls and black mascara smeared down my face from both tears and water. I know I shouldn't be upset that a man whore like Axl threw me out. I cluelessly walked around the town when I realised I needed a place to stay. Luckily having my wallet in my purse I grabbed on my way out the bus, I stopped by a motel to get a room.
I claimed the last room they had and lay down on the bed as tears continued to stream down my face. This was going to be a long night.
Its not that long, but I just wanted to get started on this fanfic. Vote if you want an update.
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Someone to Believe in (Bret Michaels fanfic)
RomanceWhen a former Guns N' Roses groupie Sienna Haywood meets struggling singer Bret Michaels she realises that live does not mean sex. It means something else.
