Guns N Roses: A Second Chance

Chapter Seventeen: Daddy Dearest

Slash sighed heavily. It was going to be a long night. He could tell already. First he had gotten into an argument with Axl. Right in front of Slash Jr too.

"He callth me a terrible parent," Slash mumbled, "Yet he iff the one threaming at me in fronnnf of Lil' Runt."

Slash sighed again and sat his son down on the crummy couch. He was in a hotel room pretty close to Axl's mansion. Although Axl had offered to allow the guitarist to stay a night in the Rose Mansion Slash didn't want to do it. Not after Axl showed how childish he could be and pissed Slash off.

Slash Jr sighed, mimicking his father. Slash looked down at him. He was drunk out of his mind. So drunk he could hardly see straight. But he wanted to prove Axl wrong.

"He ain't my botth," Slash slurred. Slash Jr giggled at his father's "accent". Slash stumbled into the tiny kitchen. He kept running into furniture and swore each time it happened. Slash Jr giggled again. The toddler had never heard such pretty language before from his father.

"Shif!" Slash Jr said cheerfully. If Slash had been sober he would have scolded the child; instead the drunken guitarist just laughed.

"That iff my boy!" Slash said proudly. He hiccuped then threw up all over the floor. "Futh," He mumbled. Slash Jr wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"Ewww Daddy!" The toddler giggled. Slash didn't answer him for a few moments. The vomit was all over the floor. He looked to the fridge that seemed to run away from him.

"Are you hungvy?" He asked the child. Slash Jr nodded. Slash sighed heavily. "Of courth you are," he said to himself. Well, that wouldn't be a problem. Of course not. He could do it.

Slash started towards the fridge. His bare feet touched the unusually hot floor. He cursed out loud again. He took another step and found his nose touching the handle of the fridge. He smiled to himself and opened up the fridge door.

Oh for fuck's sake!

The fridge was barren. No food for Slash himself and certainly no food for Slash Jr. Slash stared blankly at it, hoping food would suddenly appear. He wasn't in the mood to go food shopping.

"Well....gueth we're going without dinner tonight," Slash told his son. Slash Jr's head tilted in confusion. "I don't haff any fucking money to thare. I need it for booze and the hotel rent. We can't really waste it on something fmall..."

Slash Jr still "stared". Slash sighed.

"It'f only one meal." Slash said, more to himself than Slash Jr. "It'f not child abufe if I can't afford to feed him..."

Axl's words suddenly returned to his mind.

You have a son to care for.

"And I do care," Slash said out loud. "I care tho much it maketh me thick."

Slash Jr felt his stomach growl. He whined.

"Lil' Runt I already told you," Slash said impatiently. "We aren't haffing food tonight. I'm thorry but you'll just haf to be hungvy."

Slash went to go into the bedroom and slipped in the vomit. He went sprawling into the little living room and landed on the cushion rug. He coughed then passed out.

Slash Jr stared at his father.

"Daddy?"

No answer.

"D-Daddy?"

No answer.

Slash Jr became afraid. If he was a little older he would call one of his uncles. But he didn't know their numbers nor did he know how to use a phone. So he began to cry, hoping one of his uncles would hear him and check on him. Poor Slash Jr didn't know his uncles were in separate hotels. Axl wasn't even in a hotel but Slash Jr didn't know that. He spent a good week of his life in a hotel after all. Even though it was a long time ago now he still remembered it.