November Rain - a Duff McKagan and Slash Love Triangle

Chapter Twelve- Waiting for a Girl Like You

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Tyler never really had a high pain tolerance.

I learned that in tenth grade when he passed out after getting bit by my horse, Mina, which barely left a mark.

The gunshot left one, though.

Tyler laid unconscious on the floor, and my hand shook with angst against the cold handle of the gun. I dropped it and watched terrified as it clattered to the floor next to Tyler.

"Oh my God. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God..." I said to myself with a shaky voice, "I shot him... I shot him! Oh my God, I'm gonna go to jail- no, no, I won't, it was self defense! Right, that's how it works... I think... Oh my God, no, no, no, no, no..." I hyperventilated, having a panic attack.

I looked to my wrist for my bracelet, but it was gone. I breathed even heavier. I felt the air escape my lungs and it was hard to breathe knowing that my ex boyfriend's unconscious body was laying on the ground next to me, bleeding. The gunshot was in his shoulder, thank God, so he was only out because he was a wuss that couldn't handle pain.

I decided now was as good a time as ever to try to get out, so I cringed as I aimed the revolver back at my handcuffs, scared to watch but knowing I had to so I wouldn't shoot my hand off, I didn't need me and Tyler's blood all over me. I cocked the gun and pulled the trigger, shooting the metal cuffs and causing the chain to break. The part around my wrist was still there and intact but at least I was free from the metal pipe.

I quickly jumped up and then remembered my very much sprained ankleI crashed right back down to the floor, crying out in pain. I stood up again, being careful on my left leg and limped towards the door, forcing it open with the gun still in my hand. My dress was ripped and my boots were trashed. My hair was a mess and my mascara and tears stained my cheeks black.

I was sure that I looked like a wreck and was missing an earring and my scrunchie and bracelet, but I couldn't care less. I pushed the door open weakly, seeing as I hadn't eaten in over 36 hours, and was really injured. My adrenaline must have kicked in though, because I was able to walk slightly on my injured ankle.

Once I got out the door, I looked around to see if anyone was around, and then saw the same parking lot I had ran through the second time I tried to escape. I felt a slight ray of hope as I cocked the gun for safety and ran on my bad ankle across the parking lot. My heels weren't helping, seeing as I hadn't stood in hours and was fatigued, famished and could very well faint at any given moment.

Just as I was nearing the end, a car pulled into the lot. I dropped to the ground and rolled myself into a bush to stay as far away as I could. My eyes widened when I saw Evelyn step out. And then when I saw who was with her.

Duff's POV

The cops told me that they'd tell me when they found anything else out, and they had to "work privately" for the time being.

Bullshit.

I walked outside to clear my head, and was greeted by the same dumb blonde that walked backstage earlier. She offered me a seductive smile and came up next to me,

"Hey cutie... How ya doing?" She asked.

Something about her seemed vaguely familiar, something other than seeing her last night. I just couldn't put my finger on it. I brushed her question off and ignored her, still upset. She huffed, aggravated,

"Hello? Earth to Duff?" She said. I looked up,

"What do you want?" I snapped. She smiled,

"What's the prob, Duffy?" She asked. My blood boiled,