Pictured above is Layne and Demri... idk if it's just me but why does he kinda look like Robert Pattinson in that picture?
Also his makeup is on POINT
On to the story...
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Saturday, February 12, 1994: Seattle, WA, USA
Is he... leaving?
Layne's question is answered when the hotel room door closes, leaving him completely alone in the room. He flops back down on the bed with a sigh.
He left. But why, though? And is he coming back?
Is he mad at me?
What did I do?
Absentmindedly, he puts a hand to his face, wincing as he touches his eye. "Son of a motherfucker..."
He gets up to sit on the edge of the bed.
Everything hurts.
As he stands to make his way to the bathroom, he rubs the back of his neck, aching and sore as he does so.
He stops in front of the bathroom mirror. He leans in close to investigate two sizeable bruises on his neck.
Jerry, you fucking vampire.
He doesn't really care about how his neck looks, though. Demri would take one look at him and focus only on his banged-up face. If he were lucky, and she did notice the bruises, she'd associate them with the fight he'd so obviously been in.
Gotta think up a good lie to tell her...
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Layne unlocks his front door, trying to stay as silent as possible. He knows Demri's probably still asleep at this hour.
He hears voices from the kitchen.
"Oh God," he groans, rolling his eyes.
Upon walking into the kitchen, his gaze lands upon Demri... and Rosheen. Both in bathrobes, drinking coffee at the kitchen table. They stop talking when they notice Layne and look him up and down in horror.
"Layne!" Demri exclaims, abruptly standing as she makes her way over to him. She cups his face in her hands. "What the hell happened to you?"
Rosheen raises an eyebrow at him, suspicious and unconcerned.
"I, uh... it's nothing," he lies. "The guy was asking for it."
"Sure he was." Demri's skeptical, but still hugs him tightly. "I was so worried about you."
"Yeah, so worried that you had to sleep with Rosheen," Layne grumbles, lightly pushing Demri away as he makes his way to the bedroom.
Feeling much less guilty about sleeping with Jerry.
And hey, ain't nothin' was wrong with that anyways.
He feels a pang in his chest just thinking about him.
I wish he were here. Why'd he have to leave me like that? I feel like I did something wrong.
He had waited for Jerry to come back. For nearly an hour he'd sat there, knowing he had to go home to Demri, but still held out hope that he'd get to say goodbye to Jerry before then.
But he'd never come back, and eventually, Layne was forced to bite the bullet and leave.
Now, walking into his room, Layne's frustration boils over. Mainly because the first thing he sees is the date of his marital bed.
The sheets are a mess. Gross... seriously?!
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Fanfiction**Discontinued :( The year is 1993. Heroin addict Layne Staley of Seattle rock band Alice In Chains has just had the fear of God put into him following a bandmate's overdose. When faced with a simple decision, the butterfly effect comes into play...
