𝚁𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜/𝙸𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜

𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗢𝘄𝗻 𝗠𝗲 (𝗔𝘅𝗹 𝗥𝗼𝘀𝗲 & 𝗝𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗛𝗲𝘁𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗹𝗱)

You don't own me, I'm not just one of your many toys

Waking up to the phone ringing throughout the house I get out of bed sluggishly dragging myself down the hall to the kitchen, ready to give whoever this is a piece of my mind

"What !"

"Y/n, were you sleeping already without me" letting out a heavy breath hearing Axl's soothing voice I can just hear the smirk through the phone

"No I was hunting rabbits at," glancing at the time "2:06 in the morning give me a break Ax what do you want"

"I want to see you angel"

"Are you huffing paint or something, so call Erin, you know your girlfriend I'm sure she's looking for you anyways it's late" already irritated with this conversation. It's always been like this; he'll call me when he's drunk or lonely and looking for an escape route from his problems with Erin. Personally, I felt bad for the girl she didn't deserve the kind of treatment he was giving her and me for that matter letting him string me along to his bullshit

"I'm coming to see you y/n I'll be there in a few"

"No-

Hearing the dial tone, I slam the phone down running my hands through my hair, great just what I need a late-night booty call. Rubbing down my face I walk back into my room, I don't even bother to change into something appealing I get under the covers going back to sleep with the little time I do have before he gets here

Not even 35 minutes later I feel the bed dipping and a hot trail of kisses on my neck, seconds after there goes his hand reaching around to my front turning me over to face him as he continues attacking my neck. Not even fighting the nagging voice in the back of my mind telling me not to do this and how we shouldn't even being do this

"This is so wrong Axl, and you know it" feeling as he slides down my underwear already feeling his hard on pressing against me, when did he get out of his clothes? Just as he slowly pushes himself into me, I moan into his ear as he gets a rhythm started not caring at all about my protest

"You've been saying that for months now and every time we still keep coming back to each other like magnets" picking up his pace, all through the morning we just continue going at it forgetting about the worries for a while until reality kicked in after we woke up

You don't own me, don't say I can't go with other boys

Pulling up to the awards show I get out of the car with the help of my date tonight, the flashing cameras and screams of many trying to get our attention doing my best to ignore them I'm just excited to see all the performances and hear the winners for tonight's categories

Getting inside I lock eyes with the one person I was not anticipating talking to tonight unless I was congratulating them. Looking away quickly before I would get too caught up, I latch onto James's arm getting his attention to distract myself and hopefully he'll understand that I'm a little uncomfortable

"You okay, we can go find our seats now if you want"

"Please I'm sorry just feel like a lot of eyes are on me right now"

Walking past the guys of guns I look down to avoid looking at Axl's piercing eyes until I get stopped by Erin's voice

"Y/n is that you, oh my god look at you" pulling me out of James's arm to hug me and get a good look at my dress "this dress does your body good"

Mustering up the most fakest smile I can with all this guilt and shame in the pit of my stomach I look at her and really take in her beauty with her dress, she fucking gorgeous why does he cheat on her constantly with me, what do I have that she doesn't already have but 10x more, Erin is like a sister to me in the modeling world she was the most open arms person I've ever met when I first arrived on the scene yet here I am being a shitty friend and screwing her boyfriend