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Chapter Ten: To The Museum

The band lay strung throughout the backstage of the Roxy. The stage manager trotting over "on in 5 guys, you ready? I heard there's some ritzy label heads out there tonight!" He announced. Axl his his excitement behind a cool stone cold look, the others trying to also keep their cool at the news. The opportunity of being noticed by a label. Intensity flowed in echoes around the venue between Roxy employees, band members, stage crew skipping back and forth. Smoke hung around in its usual thickness. Excited chatter bellowed from all corners of the building inside and out. But between the layers of excitement, lay a deeply anxious Slash, pacing back and forth.

"Dude she'll show, maybe she's just stuck in traffic." Izzy said.

Slash muttered on to himself almost at no awareness to anyone's comments of consolation.

"I called her usual line like 3 times, nothing." Slash muttered in clear concern for your absence.

Consolation from anyone was futile. Slash grew more and more concerned of your missing in action. You never missed his shows and you were never late without at least calling. His anxiety bordering a festering anger. He had gone through about a pack of cigarettes today alone. This wasn't like you to be missing like this.

The backstage door cracked open with its loud casual clank that brought the attention of anyone nearby. Slash snapping his head only to find disappointment every time it wasn't you. Another loud clank rung out. "I'm looking here for a young man named Slash?" A gravelly old voice called out. Security blocks the man from further approaching Slash. "Can't be on this stage sir-"

Dave almost laughs at the young scrawny security bouncer trying to size up to one of LA's best hidden secrets. "Son I built this fuckin' stage." He chuckles and pushes past the bouncer with no contest. Slash pauses at the scruffy old man wandering back. "That would be me." Slash approaches him curiously. Dave sizes him up. "Thought so." He said. "I got this here..this damn uh-" Dave shuffled through his pockets in old man delirium. Slash watching him fiddle like a vulture looking for a corpse. Dave finally locates a small folded up piece of stationary from his shirt pocket and hands it to Slash. "For you man, I reckon you know Y/N?"

Slash swipes the letter from Dave and leaves no time to blink. Unfolding the small fragrant lined notebook paper.

"I don't have a lot of time to write this, but my parents have come early to take me back home. I don't know when I will see you next and I'm sorry. Please Please write me. We can coordinate phone calls soon and I'll explain everything.

I'm really sorry and I love you."

(Your home PO Box scribbled in at the bottom.)

Scribbled out in your nervous handwriting was a note you had managed to sneak to Dave before being whisked away. You begged Dave to deliver it as soon as possible, and like the pal Dave had always been, and the young lover he used to be himself, brought it down to the Roxy immediately where you had told him Slash would be tonight. Dave hung his head lowly as well. A fountain of confusion, hurt, anger and sadness blew through Slash like a bullet, shattering his entire body into millions of separate pieces.

"On in 2!" The stage coordinator called out once more.

"Come on man get your shit let's get going!" Axl called to Slash in annoyance. Slash stay frozen for a moment, clutching your note in his hands before stuffing it into his jacket pocket and running straight out the back door. "Slash!?" The band called out. "What the fuck man?!" But slash didn't stick around to give answer to their calls.

No Slash booked it outside and Dave- the good pal he is- didn't budge when he watched Slash steal his truck and peel out of the parking lot almost striking every pedestrian in sight. Slash drove like a bat out of hell all the way up to Daisy's house. Running red lights, over curbs, and ignoring angry bystanders almost killed by his reckless pursuit. But his movie like chase reaped no reward or happy ending. Parking very blatantly on the curb before jumping out and running to the window of what was your room. The many times he had thrown rocks at it, knocked in the middle of the night and stole you away like Peter Pan. But his knocks went unanswered to a now vacant guest bedroom. He tried to peer inside through slits in the curtains. Your usual artifacts nowhere to be seen. His attempts to retrieve your ghost, meanwhile, you had been long gone by now.

Uncle Rob had bought you flights from LA to South Bend Airport in Indiana. You assumed it was just cheaper than to the closer airport in Kentland considering you lived in closer to Kent land but the trip and experience had you exhausted and nauseated to no end. You leaned your head against the window in the back of the rental car. The entire trip had been silence. A thick tension stuck in the air. Your mother glanced back to you front the passenger seat.

“Cheer up baby sweet. You know we did this because we love you.”

You say nothing.

“You know- maybe one day- you can go back.”

You lift your head in confusion.

“Really?”

“Well of course. I mean, family is important. We just need you home for a little while is all..”

“How soon? Like fall? Christmas?” You grasp at these small strings of hope.

“Well we’ll have to discuss that more later. Right now all we want is for you to get better sweetie. We only want what’s best for you.” She continues on her typical empty ramble. It’s between this particular empty ramble and you’re now realizing your father has been driving in the opposite direction since the airport.

“Daddy, is this a new way home?” You sit up confused at the surroundings blurring past the car. He glances at your mother but says nothing.

“We have, well we have just a couple detour stops since we’re already traveling. We thought we might just take the long route- as a family!” She nervously proceeds.

You are unconvinced by the statement but you’re not sure why they would lie about something like that. The nausea, the exhaustion, the now confusion, by the time you had even a semblance of a constructed thought on any of this, the car had slowed to a stop into a parking lot of a large building.

“A museum?” You ask bewildered.

“Yes, that’s right, a museum!” You mother agrees stepping out of the car.

“Dads going to go find a better parking spot. Let’s go on inside and start looking around.” She ushers you out of the car. You reluctantly follow her as your dad pulls away.

This was literally the last thing on earth you wanted to do right now. A fucking museum? This is so typical of your parents to just drag you along with their boring bullshit. You’re quite literally hours in the opposite direction from home. And if you can’t be in LA, then you only want to just go home and wait for Slash to write. No where else in the world mattered. Especially not this weird shitty roadside museum up in the mountains.

As you approach the front doors an older woman in a strange get up greets you on the lawn. She’s tall and lanky and weathered. She’s- a nun? What the hell?

You turn to your mom confused, expecting her to be equally confused but she approaches the woman warmly with a handshake. “You must be Sister Agatha!” She greets. You look at them both confused. “You know eachother…?” Now everything is fucking confusing. You’re tired, hungry, depressed and now this random bullshit. “Y/N, this is Sister Agatha.” She says in her sweet fake voice that she did. Your dad finally catches up to you guys, your suitcase in his tow. Okay what the fuck?

“Mom..? Dad…?” You look at them both for the ‘haha it’s a prank!’ Gesture but nothing comes of that. Instead it’s a carefully calculated coup that you’ve now found yourself to be the target of. Everything starts making sense. This isn’t a museum, this is a monastery.

“I think I’m ready to leave now.” You say. You start backing away but your mother snatches your hand into hers and continues her polite conversation with an ironed grip on you to the point you cry out in pain. “MOM! What the fuck?!”

“ENOUGH.” She snaps at you and says nothing more than that alone. You knew she was serious. Dead fucking serious. “You guys can’t do this, I’m 18! I’m an adult!” You exclaim in a panic. Nobody answers you, it’s like you’re invisible here. Your dad handing your bag to the Sister. “Daddy..?” You plead but he hardly looks at you and returns to the car. The earth is crumbling underneath you. You feel frozen in shock and betrayal once more. Another obstructing blow to your heart. All feeling drains from you. Feeling like a ghost. How could they do this?

“You’re right- you are 18, and in the eyes of the Indiana government, children up to the age of 21 can be committed by their parents if they are deemed a harm to themselves.” Sister Agatha breaks your ears with that grueling fact and takes your arm gently passing you from your mothers grasp to hers. “I’m not a harm to myself! You fuckers are the harm!!” You scream, growing faint. It’s at this point that you realize you are - in fact experiencing withdrawals. The nausea, the exhaustion, the dizzying confusion. Your palms are sweating and you feel worse by the second. If only you had the strength or energy, you’d run, you’d run right now. But the grip that the smack had taken of you wasn’t totally apparent until it had been a full 48 hours without it. The empty goodbyes faded away in a blur as you allowed yourself to become reliant on Sister Agatha to help you to your room.

You lie over the covers, shivering violently, sweat beaded on your brow. You felt too weak to crawl under the covers. Staring at the ceiling. Alone. Trapped. All your remaining consciousness, drifted in and out of a haze, and all you could think of was Slash.

Slash. Please don’t forget me.

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Chapter Nine

Too Young to Fall in Love

Track: Too Young to Fall in Love - Motley Crue

Barely 18 years old and you believed to have found yourself in the hottest summer of your life. Caught between the crosshairs of the muddy LA rock scene in a twisted love triangle between yourself and Slash and yourself and drugs. Had Slash been fully sober and un addicted himself at the time of your first hit, he would have never allowed you to follow through with being roped into Stevens medicinal debauchery.

But Slash could barely help himself, let alone you. It had been a tug of war since he laid eyes on you. Something so soft and so delicate, he didn't want to dirty you. Make you like himself. Although it did turn him on to see you so carefree and happy. To see you happy was as much as he could offer in the midst of his own addiction. His relationship with drugs had only gotten more intense and you happened to be tangled in the middle.

Sex on smack was otherworldly however, and that- neither the two of you could deny or attempt to stop. Sex alone with him was magic all itself, but once it was fed the fusion of smack and blood hungry lust, there was no stopping it. The two of you were not only addicted to the drugs, but each-other. Of course, you didn't know this. You didn't know the gravity of your own demise. No, you were entirely too happy and in love to acknowledge something like that. As far as anyone outside of your little world of rock and roll knew, you'd maybe gotten addicted to coke-a-colas. “The caffeine”- you'd say, when Daisy noticed your upbeat in energy.

You had become exceptionally skilled, with the aid of Dave, at sneaking out or finding excuses to be away from the house.

"I joined a summer charity campaign with a local shelter. No of course you haven't heard of them, they're transplanted from New York, under the firm direction of the governor for tax purposes.”

Daisy hadn't ever put it past you to be capable of making up such a twisted lie, but she sure as shit wasn't going to join you. But, you had been beginning to feel a sort of animosity from her lately. Too many close calls, or missing outfits from her closet. You couldn't help yourself. You spiraled this tornado of passion. You'd do just anything to get to be with Slash.

It was another night that you and Slash had hitch hiked your way down to the beach. With sunset emerging into a deep blue hour. An unpopulated strip of silver soft sand shimmering in the moonlight. The beach was a tucked away secret to most, unless you had known LA your entire life like slash. The night was cooler but still hot. You had stripped down to your bare essentials lately to sake of heat. A pair of blue daisy dukes and a thin gingham blouse.

No smack tonight. Earlier in the day had sufficed and you weren't at the point of illness without it. No, nothing but raw human beings tonight. Slash watched you dance through the shallow calm waves as they licked your legs. He smirked lowly through his dark curls and lit cigarette- as was usual. It was quiet. It hadn't been quiet in a long time. You closed your eyes and inhaled the salty mist. Dancing haphazardly in small tip goes along the shoreline. Unbeknownst to you, a watchful Slash stay gazing at you desperately. With every little twirl in the sand, your fingers outstretched in the night air, your hair, twisting around you like a shadowed veil.

You call out to him in your loneliness. "Slash!" You giggle out in your twirl. "Slaaaash! Come here!" You call to him with your arms. Flashing a smile to him. "I don't wanna get all wet now sweetheart." He replies with a smirk, eyeing you. His resistance to your charm was extremely penetrable. Like a house of cards, the blow of your smile knocked him over. You deny his answer and call again - "pleeeaaaase! slash!" You run to the front of him where he's made camp on a single homeless towel. Just out of his reach you dance in your begs. "Dance with me." You beg to him. He laughs at your silliness. "I'm no dancer baby." He laughs out. "Slash- you must- you must DANCE! Don't deny the rhythm!" You tease. He smiles and shakes his head. "You're nuts you know that?" He chuckles out at you. You don't care. There's nothing to worry about here. Right now, the two of you, is all that mattered. "SAUL!You're breaking my heart!" You tease again. Pushing him to his breaking point, he smiles wide and abandons his previous claims to relaxing to jump up and try to grab you, to which you evade and teasingly dance away. A chase unfolds of you screeching in delight and fear as you race towards the ocean. Your legs carry you to no avail and Slash is wrapping you up in his arms and twirling you up. His big arms surround you. He cheekily burys his face in your neck and attacks you with his lips. Your squeals of laughter subside and his lips envelope yours with that familiar softness. Your lips ebb and flow on eachother like the waves beneath you. You pull back to look at him as he sets you down. You match your hand to his. Your hand is made to seem so small in comparison to his massive muscular hands. Locking fingers as he stares into you. His finest possession in the world. Everything he has ever wanted, right in his fingertips.

"Slash..I love you..." you spill out the words without thought. He smirks down at you. His arrogant, devilish smirk, that he so carries with him wherever he goes. That smirk that lit your soul on fire from the very day in the record store. Minimal silence passes before he replies softly. "I love you too." He says as he brings his fingers to cup your face. You feel nothing but heaven on earth right now. No drug could truly compare to this. This fire that he built inside you, it burned day and night, kindled by even a sliver of his face peering out behind the curtain of deep dark frizzy curls.

Was this a dream? No, it was real life. But sometimes even in real life, you must also wake up.

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