Guns N Roses: A Second Chance

Chapter Thirteen: Breakdown

Morning. At least that's what Steven had said.

"Good morning little Adler!" Steven cooed. He scooped up Stevie, who was still half-asleep. He gave his father a sleepy smile. "Are you hungry?" Steven asked. Stevie nodded. Steven paused. Then he grinned wickedly and started tickling Stevie. Stevie giggled and squirmed in Steven's arms.

"Hungrwie!" Stevie cried. Steven laughed.

"That's better," He said brightly. He carried Stevie down the stairs. "Um...I don't know much about babies...or toddlers....so I assume you still drink from a bottle right?" Steven asked. Stevie shrugged. "Of course you wouldn't know.." Steven said to himself. He peeked into the cabinets and found toddler food. Whatever toddler food is.

Steven fed Stevie and smiled at Slash as Slash walked into the room carrying Slash Jr.

"Hey Steven,"

"Hi Slash!"

"Whatcha doing?"

"Feeding Stevie. You?"

"Taking Slash Jr outside. I forgot you can't smoke around little kids." Steven rolled his eyes.

"Really Slash?"

"Hey just be glad I realized it before he suffocated." Steven stared at Slash's back as he walked to the back door.

"That's fucked up,"

"Shut up," Slash walked out the door after kicking it open. Steven watched him.

"Daddy!" Stevie cried. Steven looked at him.

"Yeah?" Stevie smiled. And smacked Steven in the head with his rattle.

"Goddamn it stop that," Steven scolded. He snatched the rattle away. At once Stevie began to cry. "Oh," Steven said startled. He hadn't expected Stevie to cry. "Shhh don't cry Stevie," Steven said softly. He plucked Stevie from his high chair. Stevie only cried harder. "No no stop," Steven said. "I know! Wanna go outside?" Stevie stopped crying.

"Owsite?"

"Close enough." Steven said, walking outside. He had been half-hoping to see Slash. But no luck. Oh well.

Steven carried Stevie out to the front. He sat the toddler down and allowed Stevie to explore. He then looked around. Nobody was around...he pulled out a bong and began to smoke it. A bony cat with almost no fur walked up to Stevie. He giggled and started stroking it.

"S-Stevie don't play with wild animals," Steven tried to talk through the smoke but choked on it. Stevie didn't pay his father any heed. "Fuck I got to go inside. Will you be ok out here?" Steven asked. His vision was becoming blindingly colorful. Stevie giggled in response. The blonde drummer hesitated. He pulled off his jacket and wrapped it around Stevie and the cat. "H-h-here. Warm," Steven said. He turned to the hotel door, took a few steps, and fell over. Stevie didn't even notice. The little blonde felt something rub his side...

"Owie," Stevie said. He pulled off the jacket and something clanged to the ground. Stevie looked down. A small kitchen knife glistened in the rising sunlight. He cocked his head. "Pway!" He cooed, picking up the weapon. The cat mewled and playfully pounced on Stevie. But it's sharp claws dug into the toddler's back. "Hey!" Stevie yelped. He shook the cat off and turned to the cat. "Bad!" Stevie scolded.

He raised the knife. The cat tried to run but Stevie stomped hard on it's fragile tail.CRACK. The cat yowled. Steven stirred in his drugged 'slumber' but did not open his eyes.

"Bad cat!" Stevie said, swinging the knife down like how he saw someone do. The cat howled. Stevie kept at it with the knife. Red liquid spilled out and stained the green grass. But Stevie didn't see himself hurting the cat.