âPft, of course, you wonât do that. Youâre all talk, baby. We both know that,â she challenges, smirking in a silent invitation. Bring it on, she thinks, provoking him for the sole fun of it even though at this point she should know better than to play this dangerous game. She tries to keep a straight face but a giggle escapes her lips, the sound of his laugh making her feel all warm and tingly on the inside. âWell, whatâs in yours, hm? Poems about how pretty my eyes are? Iâm not trading secrets for nothing.â She wants to dodge the question, blushing furiously as her hand finds his shoulder and gently ushers him out of the bathroom. âThank you, honey.â The ice cubeâs nearly melted now, her heel numb but at least it no longer burns. She stands up to throw the soaked paper towel away and double checks to make sure the doorâs closed and the singerâs not coming back before taking care of that other business. Sheâs finished just in time, washing her hands when she hears the knocking on the door. She canât help but think thatâs very sweet and gentleman-like of him. âCome in,â she calls out in a sing-song voice, wiping her hands on the towel that she hopes is his and not Stevenâs. âMy savior,â she coos, throwing her slender arms around his neck and peppering his face with kisses. She tends to be a bit dramatic at times, but this little love fest is not just for show. She genuinely appreciates him going out of his way to make her feel comfortable. âMy heel feels much better, you know? You were right.â Though, she suspects the stinging sensation will return as soon as her skin begins to warm up again. âWhatâd you get me?â She lets go of his neck to check out the items in his hands.
âYou REALLY think I wonât grab a couple of ice cubes of my own and put âem down your panties? Ohhh, girl,â he shakes his head, âyouâre so wrong then, youâre so wronggg.â he laughs deviously, heâll do it just to make a pointâ how does she really think he wonât do it? âWhy? Whatâs in it? Anything dirty?â he taunts, another laugh sounding from him while heâs getting a towel out. âYeah, sure.â Not suspecting anything, he sits the towel down and is already taking the flashlight with him while leaving the candles, âNah, thatâs dumb.â Shaking his head while he leaves, finding that kind of childish and stupid to do something like that. Heâs gone for three minutes before coming back again with socks, boxers and a black short sleeved Led Zeppelin shirt for Erin to wear. âIâm back.â he announces, giving the door a knock before gently pushing his way in.
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âMhm, sure, Iâd like to see you try,â the curly-haired model muses, a gleam of mischief in her pale blue eyes, never shying away from a challenge. Although she wonât admit it, deep down sheâs almost just as rotten and maybe even more competitive than her boyfriend, which, now that sheâs thinking about it, is probably part of the reason why they fight so often. Neither of them knows when to stop. âHmm, maybe⊠Well, Iâve had this diary since November 1985 so before I met you.â She hints, the color in her cheeks deepening. âBut thereâs also an entry from the night we first met, and I donât think I want you to read that.â She fell in love that night, gushed over his eyelashes and hands and the color of his hair in paragraphs, poured her heart out onto those pages as soon as she got home. Sheâd rather chew that diary up than let him read cheesy entries like that. âOh, hush now. Itâs a natural thing, you say that yourself.â To be curious about your significant otherâs body. She sticks her tongue out at him and gently kicks him in the shin with her good foot. He should be grateful thatâs the only part of him that she can reach from where sheâs sitting on the toilet because she originally intended to aim for his butt. âYeah?â Unsure if she can trust him, she feels like sheâs crossed a few lines today and annoyed him to the point where heâs ready to retaliate so she wouldnât put it past him to just leave her in the bathroom. Naked. Then again, she begins to feel bad for assuming things, figures maybe sheâs projecting. Just because sheâd be willing to start a serious prank war if he pushed her to her limits, doesnât mean heâd do the same. âIf thatâs not a problem, can you go get those clothes for me now?â She asks in a sweet, sing-song voice, the one she always uses on her mother when she really wants something. Itâs not just about clothes, though. She needs to get rid of him for a minute or two. Sitting on the closet toilet, sheâs realized she actually has to go but wonât in front of him. âI donât know. Sounds like it could be revenge for tonight. I mean, I⊠I wasnât the best girlfriend in the world.â Sheâd understand if he wanted to play a prank on her and get her back for being a pain in the butt.
âIâm takinâ that as a dare. I definitely will grab a couple of ice cubes and stuff âem down your skirt if I donât drop you on your ass.â Thatâs one he wonât hesitate to do. He tells her while ignoring whoever he woke up in the living room. âOh. Why so? Got somethinâ to hide in your diary?â The redhead taunts, smirking to himself. âSo you do like staring at me in private places? Ohhh, thatâs neat to know, bitchin.â His taunting goes even further now, so she isnât the little innocent minded ass she portrays herself to be. Heâs grinning until his cheeks hurt at this. âIs that seriously it? I wonât do that, I didnât even have any pranks like that on my mind.â Her mind can be a really confusing place, when it wasnât something he was thinking of doing at allâ makes him believe he shouldnât believe her because where did she even come up with the idea? âYeah, why not? Thatâs not a problem. I can go get you a shirt of mine now, if itâll make you feel better or get you one after the shower. Whichever you want me to do.â But speaking of that⊠was she really going to get in there with him? It sounded made up. Thereâs no way sheâs being honest right now. âI promise, I wonât do that. Why would I?â Returning the quick kiss, then looking down at her in the candle lit room.
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Erin shrieks when Axl lets go of her legs, holding onto him for dear life, but then erupts into a fit of giggles. The ice cube must have landed somewhere on the couch because they can hear Stevenâs slurring, groggy voice asking, âYo, whaâs dat?! Which of you assholes⊠Ah, fuck it.â Unbothered by what she believes are empty threats and clearly humored by how the situationâs played out, Erin presses her plump lips to her boyfriendâs cheek and smooches it loudly. âNice aim, but hey, we both know you wouldnât do that. Besides, I was just trying to help you cool down. Itâs hot in here.â And stuffy. It once again makes her wonder how Axl sleeps in a place like this. âI donât think Iâll let you read the whole thing, only selected pages,â she murmurs, figuring some bits are too personal. Especially the pages where she gushes over how handsome and sweet he is. She also makes a mental note to herself to rip out those entries from before they were in a relationship, the ones in which she talks about her celebrity crushes. Jon Bon Jovi would immediately become Axlâs nemesis, sheâs sure of it. âIâm not a perv. I donât purposely look down there. Itâs just⊠Itâs hard to miss, okay?â Blushing furiously, she quickly realizes she said too much and basically confirmed his suspicions and it makes her want to kick herself. âLike you donât eye me up, perv,â she huffs defensively, falling right into the trap heâs set for her and getting all worked up. âBecause I donât trust you not to leave me here naked in the shower.â Theyâve played worse pranks on each other, but still, sheâs not in the mood and doesnât have the energy for that tonight. She lets go of his neck and carefully slides off his back, looking down at her feet to make sure she doesnât step into something gross. âThanks for the ride, baby,â she coos with a giggle, leaning in and planting a soft, sweet kiss on his lips. âIf you bring me clothes and promise to turn the flashlight off, I might consider it.â Showering with him. Sheâs mostly just trying to trick him into doing what she wants, but then also thinks that in almost complete darkness, he wouldnât be able to see anything really and with the water running cold, it would be a quick shower. And she could always later on throw it in his face when he accuses her of being a prude or tells her she doesnât trust him. âWell, better cold water than no water,â she sighs, inspecting the closed toilet lid before sitting down. She folds the half-soaked paper towel over the melting ice cube and carefully presses it to her aching heel. It stings at first, but then comes a wave of cool relief, the pulsing, burning sensation ebbing away even if only for a moment. âPinky promise? You wouldnât leave alone and naked in here, would you?â She narrows her eyes at him, still very much unsure.
âFuck,â Immediately he reaches back, fingers tear for the ice cube pressed to his neck as he also lets go of her legs, throwing it across the kitchen then through the opening that lands it in the living room. âFuck off. Or next time Iâm gonna drop you flat on your ass.â heâs still shivering from that. âMhm, Iâll make sure to.â To get him grimy paws on that diary, itâd be too much fun prying into it. âUhh, stop stalking how tight my pants are perv.â he taunts just for payback, since sheâs having so much fun teasing and annoying him. âWhy? Are you showering with me? No, you arenât clearly. So why the need to go back upstairs? Itâs too far.â he shakes his head, pushing his way in the bathroom after taking one of the candles and sitting it down on the peach colored sink. He turns his flashlight on next, sitting it against the wall to illuminate light towards the ceiling. âIn the cold water?â Sheâs not too spoiled for a cold shower? Heâs shocked, but wonât tell her that. âSo then Iâll just go up and get the stuff while you shower after I do. Whatâs so difficult about that?â he wonders, crouching down to gesture her to climb off now.
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Loving how easy it is to get the other all worked up and frustrated, Erin stifles a laugh and continues to tease him, âMhm, thatâs what you want your friends to think, that itâs just a song book full of lyrics and poems and stuff, but I know better.â She giggles and presses one of the ice cubes to the nape of his neck, thatâs what he gets for cussing and lying. âOh, my diary is full of gossip. Youâd love to get your grimy paws on it, huh?â She doesnât even try to deny the obvious â she does have a diary and pours her heart out onto its pages. No shame in that. âI thought it only worked for burns.â Clearly, itâs anything but common knowledge for a person whoâs been sheltered all her life. When Erin was little, she was a pretty active kid, loved to climb trees and ride her bike around the neighborhood but her mother was never far away, always keeping a watchful eye on her, ready to help her down or catch her. She always wore a helmet and knee pads, and played on the safe side. Of course, sheâd skinned her knees and elbows a few times, but again, Venetia took care of everything for her. âYou know, itâs really not that hard to prove youâre a man when you wear pants this tight, unless youâre trying to tell me somethingâŠâ She chuckles, blushing furiously because it seems like such an inappropriate subject to discuss so openly. âYeah? Thank you. Gosh, Iâd be a horrible nurse.â She accepts the paper towels gratefully, wrapping them around the ice cubes. A wave of warmth spreads throughout her numb palm and fingers, making them tingle with relief. She wonders if he sometimes thinks sheâs an alien. Probably.
âNo, please, AxlâŠâ She whines like a child, seeing the otherâs ignoring her and heading straight for the bathroom. Her lower lip jutting out. Gosh, she really does have to spell everything out for this man. âYou can leave me here if you like, Iâll wait for you, take care of my foot,â she imagines he must be aching by now, tired after the show and carrying this 100-pound backpack around, âbut go back upstairs and bring us some clothes. Well, bring meclothes, at least.â She hopes he wonât mind sharing his clothes with her because she doesnât even have spare underwear with her. âA T-shirt and socks? And,â she lowers her voice, basically whispering in his ear, âundies, too, okay?â A T-shirt because her top is anything but fresh now, clinging to her skin and soaking up sweat. Socks because she doesnât want to walk back barefoot after a shower, and feels bad asking him to carry her. And boxers because sheâd rather wear his underwear thatâs clean than her own for another twenty-four hours. âI want to take a shower too. I feel all sticky and gross.â Itâs the humidity, she tells herself. No AC, not a single window cracked open, the odor of mold and bodily fluids and cigarette smoke. She can feel the leather of her skirt clinging to her thighs, a bead of sweat running down the side of her neck and down between her breasts. Gross. She would kill for a quick, refreshing shower. âAnd I wouldnât feel comfortable walking out with nothing but a towel around me.âÂ
âHow is it a fuckinâ diary when all itâs full of is half assed poems or songs? Diaries are when you gossip all day in it.â he corrects, rolling his emerald hues in the dark. âApparently, thatâs what your diary says. Takes one to know one.â Now heâs got a good guessâŠthatâs probably exactly what she writes in hers and now he smirks. âI mean, yeah. As a kid Iâd put ice packs on blisters and it helped then.â And he also thought it was common knowledge but he guesses not. âHow do you know, exactly? That I ainât a lady. You canât really prove it.â he speaks amusingly, but got him thinking how did humans come to distinguish each person a woman or a man. A girl or a boy. Just by features and voices? âThatâs why you put âem in a cloth or a paper towel, Erin.â he shook his head, going over to then paper towels next until they can get to the bathroom. He finds them and rips a few off before holding them behind him for her to take. âWell, thatâs a mystery.â And things like that make him believe that maybe God is real. When no one else can touch ice all day and live in it, but a specifically designed bear can? âNah, fuck that. Iâll just wear a towel back up there, itâll be fine.â he disagreed, starting to walk back down the hall and to the bathroom while the electricity blinked. It gave him a fleeting hope before it went dark again, though maybe the cold shower wonât be so bad when heâs burning up anyway with the window units cold air shut off for the last hour. Beginning to make the apartment feel stuffy and humid, the groupie intimacy happening on the couch didnât help things.
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âIs too,â she teases in a sing-song voice, giggling even as his fingers curl around her thigh and pinch the soft flesh there. She wants to swat them away, but then reminds herself that she actually doesnât want him to let go. âAxl has a diary. Axl has a diary,â she chants in his ear as payback, her lips brushing against his skin. Her voice is barely a whisper now, but carries a silent threat â if he pinches her again, sheâll make sure everyone in the house hears about his little secret. âI bet you do just that, bet thereâs gossip on every page. And stuff like, Dear Diary, Erin is driving me crazy and yet Iâm head over heels in love with her.â She adjusts her grip on his neck, making sure she doesnât get bucked off for this one. âReally?â Her brows furrow in confusion, sensing some sort of trap. Heâs agreed way too easily. There has to be a catch. âNo, honey, youâre no lady,â she insists, trying to stifle a laugh. âWell, youâre the one suggesting it so I thought youâd tried it before or something.â As for the freezer donât melt that fast thing, she decides sheâll believe it when she sees it. âHey, careful. Youâre the only horse Iâve got and our journeyâs not done yet.â She can worry about his safety and still giggle every time he bumps into something. âIâm so tall now. I feel like a giant. I can see the top of the fridge,â she coos in wonderment when they reach the kitchen. She actually uses the flashlight to guide them now, thinking thereâs beer bottles and trash on the floor and not wanting Axl to step into something. âThank you.â She opens the freezer and, much to her surprise, a blow of cool air hits their faces, slender hand reaching inside, easily fishing out two ice cubes. âGot âem.â She then uses her wrist to close the top door, goosebumps dotting the nape of her neck. âHold me tight, okay?â Thereâs the flashlight in her left hand, ice cubes in the right one, and she canât really hold onto him like she used to. âUgh, these are so cold, Axl. How come polar bears can walk on ice and their paws donât get numb?â Her fingers and palm are already tingling, and not in a pleasant way. âWait, we have to go back to your room. We didnât take any clothes with us, you know, to change into?â Does he plan on taking a shower and then putting the same stinky undies on his butt? She thinks not.
âIt ainât a fuckinâ dairy. I write down poems nâ songs nâ shit down in it. I donât ever sit and write about my day and gossip nâ shit like you girls do. Especially Californian girls.â Dishing it back to her with a smirk, squeezing her leg with all of his fingers as a gentle âpinchâ. âI donât knowâŠmaybe some select pages.â Some of it is personal. As in, deep and dark and kind of embarrassing to let people read those pages. âThen Iâm a strong willed lady too.â he snorts, âI donât know, do you think it would? It is your foot, not mine.â The singer points out the obvious, shaking his head that she doesnât seem to know coldness does help with blisters. âAnd yes, I do have ice cubes. The freezer donât melt that fast.â Axl informs, making a u-turn and going back down the hall to cross back into the kitchen as his cheeks dimple and a few laughs escape him at the kisses she smothers him with and heâs half blind bumping into things. âJust reach up top and grab one out of the ice bucket thing.â He stops in front of the fridge, waiting for her to open the top door where the ice cubes are at in the freezer part. âYouâll be a polar bear for sure after your foot freezes up and me, after I wash my head in freezinâ cold water.â he chuckles, not looking forward to that.
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âMhm, one of many, I believe.â She briefly wonders if heâll ever take her to his hometown, show her all of his favorite places in Indiana and introduce her to his family and childhood friends. âOh, is that what Indiana boys call their diaries? Must be another cultural difference, hm?â She snickers, nuzzling her cheek into his teased hair as her arms curl a little tighter around his neck. Itâs adorable, she thinks, the lengths heâs willing to go to prove heâs a manly man. âWill you show it to me later tonight? Your song book?â If itâs only a song book and not a diary with personal notes, she figures it shouldnât be a problem. âPft, my mom would tell you that Iâm not stubborn or mouthy. Iâm just a strong-willed young lady, you better remember that,â she giggles, recalling those few times, years ago, when Venetia had to defend her bratty middle child from her posh, stuck-up friends at different gatherings, cookouts and pool parties. âWould that help?â She wonders out loud, not sure if heâs offering her good advice or trying to trick her. Sheâs used to using ointments and colorful bandaids, but sheâd put about anything on her sore heel if it could make the pain go away. âDo we even have any ice cubes?â With the power out, theyâre probably melting already.Â
âYeehaw!â A fit of giggles rumbles from somewhere deep within her chest, her eyes sparkling with glee as the other takes a hold of her legs and takes them downstairs. âHow do you heel this breed into a trot? Can it go any faster?â She inquires playfully, peppering kisses across whatever part of his face she can reach. The fingers of her left hand are curled around the flashlight, but she does a poor job at actually lighting their way, more focused on teasing and kissing him than making sure he doesnât break both his legs. âOh, thatâs ââ She trails off, unsure what to say. Iâm sorry seems insincere and repetitive at this point, and what else could she say? All these years and itâs not once crossed her mind that hot water, something sheâs always taken for granted, is some sort of privilege. Itâs only now dawning on her that it clearly is as thereâs so many people and children that have to go without it. It breaks her heart. The only time she had to take a cold shower was when her sister had already used up all hot water and she didnât want to wait. âWe can play a game,â she suggests with a shy smile, trying to make light of the situation. âPretend weâre polar bears. Polar bears love cold water, so do seals and penguins and⊠Mermaids.â She keeps rambling just to keep her mind occupied, make sure she doesnât accidentally overhear something nasty as they cross the living room.
âYeahh, sure itâs a cultural difference, uh huh.â he nods, voice feigning sincerity. âIn my song book. You mean.â Greens playfully roll, she didnât even have any idea what she was talking about. âYeah, I know. Cause youâre so mouthy and stubborn like me.â he chuckles, they were definitely alike in this way and undoubtedly why they fought so much. âMaybe you can put an ice cube on it?â he suggests, unsure what else could make her heel feel less painful. âIâm the horse, then.â Letting her take the flashlight, he makes horse sounds before grabbing onto her legs and taking them out of here and back downstairs. âWe didnât always have hot water growing up at times, so Iâll just have to suffer it out like I did then.â Can say he definitely experienced a thing or two growing up in poverty as he watches each step before coming back down into the living room. Steven over on the couch with two naked girls in his lap, pulling the blanket over them while theyâre tangled up in each other trying to quieten down once they hear them come down, but Axl ignores them completely and quickly moves by them to get down the hall to the bathroom.
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âCultural differences,â she muses with a playful smile, waving her hand dismissively. âYou should write about it in your diary.â Teasing the other, she refuses to call that notebook of his a journal just because it seems to her that he prefers this particular term over its more feminine equivalent. Girls have diaries, boys have journals. âThe day you convinced Erin Everly. That doesnât happen often, I assure you.â Itâs happened today only because sheâs too tired to keep this conversation going, and because it doesnât look like theyâll have to worry about contraception anytime soon. âA nasty boo-boo, huh?â She sighs, pouting and looking for sympathy as the other examines her wound. Whoever invented high heels didnât do women any favors. âAww, thank you. Such a kind gentleman you are, Mr. Rose,â she coos, giggling as she leans in and coils her slender arms around his neck. She clings to his back, her thighs curling around his hips. She even gives him a chaste cheek kiss. âIâm a monkey now⊠Or a cowgirl,â she babbles on, more giggles spilling from her lips. âI can hold that.â She wiggles her fingers in front of his face to signal that she can at least hold the flashlight for him. âWait, if the powerâs off, does that mean thereâs no hot water?â She figures the majority of water heaters run on electricity, so itâs only logical that once the powerâs out, thereâs no hot water. Thatâs gonna be an interesting shower then.Â
âNot that I KNOW of.â he played, rolling his eyes in a lighthearted way. âYeah, exactly.â Axl agreed, baffled that she was agreeing and not going to give him more hell for it. But he definitely wonât question it, even if part of him wants to. âWhat?â Looking back behind him after the singer stands, putting the flashlight on whatever he finds sheâs pointing towards with her foot. Once he found the blister⊠that looked red and rubbed raw like his feet in cowboy boots, so he knew how horrible that felt. Even though, she probably deserved it tonight for cheating on him. âWell, if thatâs what he gets paid inâŠokay.â he smirks, getting down on his knees in front of her, back turned towards Erin while he holds the flashlight in one hand and waits for her to climb on. He has to submit for affection and someone to wash his hair for him.
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â  i don't know if i can forgive you. â
Erin remains silent as Axlâs words resonate throughout her entire being, her hands folded awkwardly in her lap, teeth chewing on her quivering lip. Her eyes are red-rimmed and filled with unshed tears, avoiding his own in a desperate attempt to keep whatâs left of her composure intact. âI ââ she begins shyly, but a combination of guilt and anguish floods her heart and overtakes her delicate features, and she has to pause for a moment. Itâs unlike her to be so quiet in a confrontation, so calm and timid, but this time even she can see that thereâs simply no condoning what sheâs done. Thereâs no fire in her because she really did cross the line here, messed up big time. âIâm not asking you to forgive me. Iâm asking you to try and understand me.â
It all started at the beginning of April. She could tell that he was growing more and more impatient, more agitated with her. They barely saw each other. He spent more time with his friends or at the studio than with her. After all, heâd already given her six months to grieve and heal at that point and really wanted to try again, start a family. Sheâd thrown every excuse under the sun in his face â sheâd just renewed the contract with Wilhelmina Models, things were expected of her, he had his own commitments and deadlines to meet, the new album and Use Your Illusion tour, he would barely be home. But he had some sort of solution for every issue she presented, and sheâd eventually ran out of arguments to support her cause. It seemed right at the time, lying that sheâd made up her mind and got off birth control and wanted the same thing â a baby, the sooner the better. She originally planned to buy herself more time. She never thought heâd find her pills, but he did, whether by accident or because heâd been suspecting something all along remains a mystery and doesnât really matter now. Her secretâs out and she doesnât think she can do anything to help her situation.
She lets our a shaky breath and briefly unfolds her hands, slender fingers combing through her dark ringlets. âPlease, Axl, just try to understand meâŠâ She musters just enough courage to look up at her husband, glossy eyes searching his features for a gleam of sympathy. âI shouldnât have lied to you. I know and Iâm sorry. Iâm so sorry. But I knew that you were growing tired of waiting and I was so tired of explaining myself and fighting with you over this. I justâŠâ She trails off, using the heel of her hand to wipe away the tears that keep rolling down her cheeks. âPlease, Axl, sit with me. Letâs talk about this. Donât goâŠâÂ
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âHmm,â she hums, the corners of her lips twitching as she struggles to refrain from grinning. A manicured finger tapping her chin, she pretends to ponder her answer for a moment. âI donât think so. Is it not a popular saying in Indiana?â She inquires innocently, not even realizing that she just mentioned marriage and children in one breath and must have confused him. âYeah, thatâs â Okay, thatâs true.â Somehow, he finds a way to calm her down. Her features soften when she comes to the conclusion that he is, in fact, right. Thereâs many ways to prevent an unwanted pregnancy, even if sheâs not on birth control yet. Thinking about it now, she figures she should probably book an appointment and get that sorted out ahead of time. âSorry,â she murmurs, swallowing her pride and admitting sheâs a little paranoid. âYouâre right. It wonât happen if weâre careful. Iâm being silly and overthinking this.â Sheâs not easily convinced but heâs presented her with arguments that sound both reasonable and indisputable. âYeah, itâs been a long day, hm?â She muses with a small smile, glancing up at him almost apologetically as she assumes sheâs contributed to his exhaustion today in more ways than one. When he turns the flashlight on, she looks down and tries to locate her heels under his bed, though she dreads putting them back on. Theyâre brand new and have rubbed her left heel raw. âAww, look at my foot,â she sighs, pouting dramatically and batting her lashes in the most innocent way as an idea pops into her head. She twists her leg and presents her injured heel to him. âWish I had someone who would offer me a piggyback ride to the bathroom.â Itâs worth giving a try, she thinks, looking up at him with pleading eyes. The same eyes her own mother could rarely say no to. âIâd pay that gallant gentleman in kisses and help him wash his hair.âÂ
âOh really? I wonder if that saying was just made up today? By a Californian girl?â Axl laughs, brows lifted up at her and a smirk curling his lips. MarriageâŠbabiesâŠwhat was with all this talk about things they werenât even close to being ready for, though. âYeah, I guess youâre right. I wouldnât be against condoms though. And birth control if you already take that is also a thing. Condoms and birth control togetherâŠthereâs no way itâs gonna happen.â He canât see it happening after that many forms of protection working together to prevent a pregnancy. âAnd thereâs the morning after pill suggestion too or whatever. Thereâs ways.â To keep from prematurely having a kid, but to enjoy sex for other reasons other than to reproduce. âNah, I donât think so.â he brushes it off, even if it could be a possibility, he would rather not think thereâs any kid of his out in the world. âYeah, I guess I better. Iâm getting tired and I donât wanna fall asleep with my hair like this or makeup still stuck to my face.â Singer agrees, raising up and finding his flashlight before hers, flicking it back on while thunder still vibrates the walls and he stands up off the bed to wait for her.
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âMy sweet baby,â the curly-haired brunette coos, a hint of sadness ringing in her voice as her fingertips tuck some of her boyfriendâs strawberry-tinged strands behind his ear. If she could take his pain away, she would, no matter the cost and regardless if he allowed it or not. She loves him so much that it sometimes scares her, the things sheâd be willing to do for him. âYou know, I think thatâs a sign then, that Iâm the one for you. Thereâs this old saying in California so youâve probably never heard it before,â she almost lets out a giggle, making all of this up for her own amusement and because she doesnât want them to continue to sulk, âthat you should marry the first girl who always chooses you,â she teases with a playful smile, pressing her lips together as she struggles to refrain from laughing.Â
âI donât think itâs crazy talk if youâre serious about me and want to⊠make love. It could happen so itâs important we talk about it,â she explains with a shrug, her sweet smile faltering gradually with each word. It amazes her how confident he is that it simply wonât happen, makes her wish she could just adapt the same mindset. âMaybe thereâs a little Axl somewhere out there in the world right now and you just donât know about them yet.â She doesnât want to think about it too much, says it mostly just to agitate the other, but since his preferred method of contraception is ignorance, itâs possible. âI think abortion only really works out for women who are,â she pauses, looking for the right word, âstrong, mentally and emotionally.â And sheâs anything but, really. âIâd probably drive myself insane, wondering what could have been.â Thereâs not a hint of judgement in her voice. She admires women who can make this kind of decision, just knows sheâs not one of them. âThey wouldnât be goinâ through â Yeah, okay, right. We donât have to worry about it,â she sighs, figuring itâs getting late and theyâve already argued more times than she can count and so itâs only right she lets this one go. At least, heâs being honest, she tells herself, thinking thatâs a much better attitude than making empty promises just to get her to sleep with him. âWe should go and try to wash all the hairspray out of your hair,â she suggests, changing the subject. It should be their priority if they want to get any sleep at all, it will probably take some time, especially with the power out. âAnd makeup, too. My mom always told me thatâs why so many girls have acne, âcause they wear a ton of makeup and donât wash their faces properly.â She lifts her head off his chest and sits up, dainty hand patting the mattress, searching for the flashlight.Â
âNo, I wouldnât allow that. I wouldnât wish that kind of hell on my own worst enemy.â The singer shakes his head, he really wouldnât. Sitting still as her skin brushes against his cheek, enjoying the sensation and smiling softly at her words even if he fears maybe she will change her mind one day. âYouâll be the first.â he chuckles, but then realizes the rest is his faultâŠsince he kind of drove his first girlfriend away with his actions even if at the time he wanted to blame her first. Then again, Gina really wasnât always the sweetest. âHow? How donât I love you, when I say my solution to what happens if I got you pregnant right now. Beinâ a father is just crazy talk right now.â But then heâs looking up at the dark ceiling besides the glow from the candles and rolling his eyes, they donât need to worry about that anyway. Theyâre not doing it any time soon. âOh. Wellâ I didnât think about that.â he admits, then has to think. âThen, Iâd talk it over with you and tell you my reasons for not wanting to keep it. Like, not makinâ that kid go through hell. But if you decided no still, thenâŠI dunno. Iâd support you but Iâd be up front about how I might not be able to be there very often from this lifestyle and barely just getting started. We donât have anything to worry about though, weâll just be careful.â By just not being connected at all, apparently. âYeah thatâs true, if they are like me then theyâll make sure everyone knows what they wanna be called.â he chuckles, like him and being fed up of being sung to with âBill Bailey, wonât you come homeâ. âWell, thank you.â For liking his name he came up with, he grins dimply and proudly.
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âOh, I believe you, baby. It must be driving you crazy,â she whispers, her knuckles brushing ever so gently over his cheekbone. Pale blue eyes marveling at his handsome features, smiling softly in reassurance even though her heart aches for him. âI canât even imagine how you felt, learning about your parentsâ relationship through newspaper clippings.â When his mother should have been the one to tell him. Why didnât she do just that? Why didnât she just sit him down and have a heart to heart once he was old enough to understand? Erin canât help but wonder. However, this time, she refrains from asking out loud, realizing that her boyfriend doesnât have these answers either. âI wish she could meet my dad. Heâd tell her multiple divorces are actually super fun. No big deal. You know, heâs an expert.â Itâs her turn to let out a dry, humorless chuckle, in hopes of cheering the other up. âIâm so sorry, honey. Iâm sorry that you had to see those things. Thatâs just horrible. You know, if I could, Iâd swap places with you in a heartbeat.â Just so that he could experience that real, unconditional motherly love and that peaceful feeling of being home and being safe. âIâll always choose you,â she promises sweetly, brushing his hair away from his temple so she can kiss his smooth skin. She knows her words wonât magically take all his pain away, but maybe heâll realize that he is the most important person to someone, even if that someone isnât his mother.Â
If she werenât so upset, sheâd surely blush at being called the prettiest, but sheâs still dwelling on his comment and what exactly it means for her. âWhen you say things like that, it actually seems like you donât love me at all.â She glances at his hand on her shoulder and reluctantly gives in, letting him pull her down once more. She lays her head on his chest but doesnât look at him, her gaze fixated on one of the candles. The small flame dancing in the dark. Sheâs simply too tired to fight him for the millionth time tonight, but itâs not like her to just completely give up so she keeps on talking. âItâs not about if youâre ready to be a father,â she sighs, ignoring his remark about what happened this morning between them. âI donât want to be a mom right now either. But you could have said something like, if it happens, Iâll support you no matter what you decide to do. What you said instead⊠Well, it has me thinking. What if I do get pregnant but want to choose a different route and keep it? Will you still be there for me?â She falls silent, pursing her lips as she awaits his response, her heart thudding as if it wanted to burst through her chest. She can feel the vein on her neck pulsing, her palms growing clammy. The last thing that she wants to talk about now are baby names, but she figures it could be a nice distraction from these nagging thoughts. âWeâll just teach her to correct everyone who calls her Will then. I can see that, you know? A tiny version of you, telling other kids they can kiss her butt or something. My nameâs Willow, not Will.â She simply has to cheer up a bit at that. Glancing discreetly at her boyfriend, she hopes they can one day have it all and be happy. âShiloh. Shiloh Rose. Thatâs a beautiful name, Axl. I really like it. Shiloh. Shiloh and Willow.âÂ
âI donât know actuallyâŠIâve been askinâ myself that for years. Believe me.â Axl chuckles, not because itâs funny. Itâs not fucking funny to him at all, just dry laughter spilling at the pathetic way he does have an idea and itâs because his mother is desperate to not be alone. âNo. Cause she was in church where she met my real dad at, I learned through newspaper clippings⊠they met at church, got married at church but they still divorced. I just think she was desperate and probably thought itâd be embarrassing to have a second divorce or something. I dunnoâ either way, she always chose herself is all I know.â Rather than him. He wished often she wouldâve chose him over her men, but it never happened. He didnât get lucky with a mother like that. Then he goes quiet and lets her paint the image of her parents fight she caught before relating well with that. âYeah, thatâs most likely how they fought and you just wasnât aware. My house was too small for one thing, it was the size of this room weâre in. And they had no remorse about fighting loudly in the kitchen most days. Iâve walked in on to some very impressionable things a five year old should never see, because it fucks âem up for life.â Fucked him up for life seeing his mother getting beaten by a man. At one point, he was even being brainwashed to do the same to women and in guilt has been rough with the opposite sex before. âOh, that sucks. Youâd be the best. Nâ the prettiest.â Up there on stage, he means. Heâd have to fight every man in the crowd, though. So itâs probably for best anyway. âHuh?â Strawberry brows lift, suddenly, out of fucking nowhere taken aback by her jolting up and starting to throw crazy accusations. âWhat do you mean? Yeah, I DO love you, Erin.â His hand curls over her shoulder, trying to make her lie back down. âBut youâre one to talk. You started out this day makinâ me feel like you donât love me but I know, I know, donât even begin to explain it to me.â Like a broken record, at why she pushes him away when they do more than peck lips. âI understand all that now.â No, he doesnât. But he still doesnât understand whatâs made her GO OFF on him all because he isnât ready to be a father. âIâm not ready to be a father, thatâs why Iâd choose that route. It has nothing to do with loving you.â He refrains from rolling his eyes, why was that so damn wrong? âThat sounds about like her.â Backwards logic. But he wants to stop thinking about her completely. âIâm not making funâŠif I am itâs in a fun way. And yes they probably would give her a dumb nickname with Will as a name, even if I do like the name Willow. I donât know of any girl names, but I like Shiloh for a boy.â he decides, after thinking of names heâs read in books before and favorited.
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đ  *  â  đŹđŽđ¶đ»đ°đ¶đ”đšđłđłđ đȘđŻđšđčđźđŹđ« đșđŹđ”đ»đŹđ”đȘđŹ đșđ»đšđčđ»đŹđčđș.
â  why did you have to leave me? â
â  how could you do this to me? â
â  i trusted you! â
â  i'm sorry, but i can't do this anymore. â
â  do you even care how much you hurt me? â
â  i'll never stop fighting for us, no matter what. â
â  i don't know if i can forgive you. â
â  i never thought i'd feel so alone, even when you're right here. â
â  please don't go, i can't handle losing you too. â
â  you were the one person i thought i could always count on. why did you have to let me down? â
â  did you ever even care about us? about me? â
â  i wish i could hate you for what you've done, but i can't. â
â  why do you always have to play games with my feelings? â
â  i never thought saying goodbye would hurt this much. â
â  every time i close my eyes, all i see is the pain you've caused. â
â  why do you insist on tearing us apart when we could be so happy together? â
â  i'm tired of pretending everything's okay when it's clearly not. â
â  i don't even know who you are anymore. â
â  i need you to understand how much you mean to me. â
â  i'm scared of losing you, but i'm even more scared of losing myself. â
â  why won't you let me in? what are you so afraid of? â
â  you were my world, and now everything is falling apart. â
â  how am i supposed to trust anyone after what you've done? â
â  i can't go through this heartache again. â
â  why did you leave without saying goodbye? â
â  how could you say something like that to me? â
â  you've always had a way of making me feel worthless. â
â  don't you dare walk away from me when i'm talking to you. â
â  please, just tell me the truth, even if it hurts. i can handle it. â
â  i don't know how to fix what's broken between us anymore. â
â  you're not the person i fell in love with anymore. â
â  just hold me and tell me everything will be okay, even if it's a lie. â
â  i trusted you, and you betrayed me. â
â  i never meant to hurt you, it was never my intention. â
â  i've given you everything, and it's still not enough. â
â  why do you always have to make everything about you? â
â  why did you do it? why did you betray me like that? â
â  i miss you ... more than words can say. â
â  you're the best thing that ever happened to me, and i'm scared of losing you. â
â  i'll always be here for you, no matter what. just please don't shut me out. â
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everybody needs a little time away, i heard her say, from each other. even lovers need a holiday, far away, from each other⊠Â
peter ceteraâs voice pours from the speakers and fills the sweet-smelling interior of the red jeep wrangler with a hint of nostalgia, but the driver doesnât seem to notice. her sightless eyes remain fixated on the winding road ahead, looking but not really seeing. a fresh wave of tears blurring her vision, and still her foot continues to steadily apply more and more pressure to the gas pedal. she could care less sheâs a long way from home, on decker canyon road; the road famous for two things â an impressive pile of rust-covered chassis of cars adorning its hills, and its uncanny ability to give even the calmest drivers gray hair and forehead wrinkles. she should pay attention to her surroundings as one wrong turn, one slip of a wheel and itâll all be over, butâŠÂ that thought no longer scares her. in fact, she embraces it. sheâs been driving aimlessly for almost two hours now, trying to muster enough courage and looking for the perfect spot to put an end to all this pain. she doesnât remember when exactly she lost all will to live but it must have been a gradual process, and now her mindâs made up â she needs a way out⊠Â
she catches a glimpse of her face in the rearview mirror and quickly looks away, appalled by whatâs looking back at her. she resembles something straight out of a nightmare. her lip is busted and swollen, dry blood clinging to the corner of her mouth. her cheeks are puffy and red, tears mixed with mascara racing across the irritated skin. a purple bruise is beginning to bloom beneath her left eye. she makes a mental note to herself to cancel that trip to new york tomorrow morning, no fashion week or photoshoot for her, not anytime soon, her husband sorted that out. it was a particularly nasty fight, even as for their standards. the most violent one yet, she thinks, feeling helpless. it all started when the singer came back home later than expected, smelling like cheap beer and another womanâs perfume, and she decided to confront him right there and then. whereâd he been? with whom? she threw all kinds of accusations at him before he even managed to take off his jacket. she told him she knew heâd been tempering with her birth control â did he really think she was an idiot and wouldnât see a difference? then she told him, or rather half-screamed half-cried, that she was tired of the constant lack of attention from him. he was never there for her, not unless he wanted something from her, all while expecting her to be available at any given time. and so it went from there, neither needing more than a spark to ignite their fury. at some point, she ended up throwing an ashtray at him, aimed at his face but it hit him in the shoulder. glass scattered everywhere. she also delivered the first slap. though, when he finally retaliated, she didnât really stand a chance.
and so here she is, all alone, with nowhere to go and a head full of terrifying ideas. she canât go back home now, doesnât want to go back home now. or really ever again. sheâs finally had enough. she canât keep going on like this. sheâs decided that she wonât take him back no matter what he does or says. and who knows, maybe he wonât come crawling back this time âround? maybe heâll keep his word and stay away from her. wouldnât that be something? the only thing that sheâll miss is his dog, but other than that, she figures sheâll finally feel free, find happiness again. it will take time, but sheâll get through it. unfortunately, as sheâs dwelling over the fateful events of tonight, the low-fuel warning light illuminates on the dashboard and captures her attention. even in the state that sheâs in, she figures she canât let her car die in the middle of nowhere in almost complete darkness. she might have a death wish, but she wouldnât want the sentence to be carried out by some hobos with switchblade knives and rotting teeth. besides, sheâs growing more and more tired, and who is she kidding? she could spend the next ten hours in this car and still she wouldnât have the guts to drive it off a cliff.
she has to find a place to stay, but her options are limited to say the least. she thinks about going to the only place where sheâll always be safe and loved â her motherâs house. she wants nothing more than for her mom to take her into her arms and hold her, tell her that she did the right thing by finally leaving that man. however, one more glance at her reflection has her coming back to her senses. she simply canât let her own mother see her like this. it would break venetiaâs heart. she could go to meegan, but meeganâs seen too much already and it wouldnât be fair to put her through this all over again. she could go to tarynâs, but sheâs too embarrassed. her childhood friendâs never been particularly supportive of her relationship with the singer, and erin doubts she could handle a single didnât i tell you so? she figures she could go to mandyâs, but itâs been almost two months since the last time they spoke. she and duff finalized their divorce at the beginning of april, and although the two women had tried to stay in touch at first, their bond deteriorated. if erin showed up at her doorstep now, sheâd be putting both of them in an uncomfortable position. she could always go to a motel, but even though sheâs toying with the idea of ending her life, she doesnât want to go down quietly. what she really wants is attention. and to make the redhead pay for her suffering. and who else knows just how awful her husband can be? who would take her side in a heartbeat in any situation? who wouldnât pity her or look away from her bruised face in disgust? who could help her get rid of this pain? thereâs only one person, she decides and heads for laurel terrace where an old friend of hers currently resides.Â
steven. sheâs never felt any sort of romantic attraction towards the drummer, even though neither can deny the strange tension that blooms between them when their eyes meet or hands brush against one another by accident. theyâre good friends, thatâs all there is to it, erin insists and her heart agrees â sheâs only ever truly loved one man and never felt attracted to any of his brothers. how weird would that be? but sheâd have to be blind and stupid to think steven feels the same way about her. he must have had a crush on her at some point (and maybe still does), or maybe he only found her interesting because of the strange rivalry between him and axl thatâd been going on for months back when they first started hanging out. either way and whatever the reason, heâs always in her corner. he greets her with a smile, cracks jokes and makes her laugh even when she doesnât feel like laughingâŠÂ and unlike the other guys, who would much rather swallow a pile of shattered glass than openly take a side in the war of the roses, he never hesitates to choose her and call axl out on his behavior. she thinks their bond goes back to that time when the singer slept with adriana. erin had no one to confide in and steven was the one that she came to, the one who surely understood her pain to a certain degree and could sympathize with her, let her cry on his shoulder. sheâs heard rumors that heâs no longer the same person now, that his addictionâs spiraled out of control, but she, naively, refuses to believe that. they all do drugs and drink. theyâre only ganging up on him because he keeps getting under axlâs skin, and everyone always does as axl pleasesâŠÂ somehow, at this particular moment, that fact only makes stevenâs house a more attractive destination in erinâs eyes. she wonât have to lie to him about whatâs happened to her and heâll surely have something for her pain. something stronger than valium. and so she makes up her mind.
itâs an hour long drive, but she makes it in almost half that time. driving recklessly just because at this point sheâs got nothing to lose, wondering if sheâll eventually run out of gas or crash into some truck. her thoughts keep coming back to the fight, replaying all the horrible things that she said to axl, all the horrible things he said to her, causing more tears to well up in her tired eyes. her mindâs clearly trying to guilt her, make it seem like maybe sheâs deserved all this. she reminds herself that she has to be strong, that she canât go back now. every time her heart pangs and she begins to feel bad, she lifts her gaze and finds her reflection in the rearview mirror. a good enough reminder as to why she can never go back home. itâs no longer her home. she canât live with that man, but she also canât live without himâŠÂ the irony, she thinks, shifting the car into park and shutting off the engine in the driveway of her friendâs house. Â
it takes steven a long moment to come to the door and another to actually unlock it. she can hear him fumbling with the chain, struggling to get it off the hook. but when he finally succeeds and invites her in, erin finds herself frozen in place and nearly gasps. he looks worse than ever. his clothes have sweat-stains on them and smell absolutely foul, a combination of booze and smoke and piss. his hair hasnât been brushed in days, and when he opens his mouth to mumble a surprised hello, erin, she realizes that neither have his teeth. theyâre yellowish, with remnants of whatever it was that heâd had for dinner stuck in between. one look into his eyes and she knows heâs both drunk and high, knows all the rumors are in fact true, and for a second feels sick to her stomach, contemplates abandoning her plan altogether and coming up with some silly excuse for her unexpected visit. but where would she go then? she tells herself that sheâs feeling so uneasy solely because she hasnât eaten much today, hasnât slept either. her stomach feels like itâs been scraped from the inside, but she ignores it and forces herself to step inside, closes the door behind herself. the man in front of her is no longer the person that she used to know and love in the platonic way, heâs just a shell now, but she ignores that, too. the hollow look in his eyes, the odor. he needs help and all his friends have turned their backs on him, thatâs why heâs changed so much, she tells herself, feeling sorry for him.
he leads her to a darkened, sunken living room, where heavy, black curtains have been closed for the night, blocking any light from the street. the place is a mess, much like its owner, but erin pushes a few empty cans and used syringe off the couch and sits down all the same, pretending she doesnât see how what used to be a nice, cozy home is now a mix between a drug den and garbage dump. he offers her a drink and she takes it, out of politeness but also because she really needs to forget about what happened between her and axl. she feels like sheâs wasted her life â who is she without him? no one. besides, she tells herself, she canât be such a priss. sheâs never been much of a drinker and so it takes all of her willpower not to just spit that first sip of her beer out. she holds on, forces herself to swallow and then opens up almost immediately, feeling the need to get it all off her chest. Â
she sniffles and wipes at her cheeks while retelling the story of how she got to where she is, leaving out a few details that could make her look bad. she canât tell if stevenâs really listening to her or just nodding his head and dozing off, his eyes are barely open, but she keeps talking to him all the same. when he finally regains control over his mind and body, at least to a certain degree, he tells her that she deserves better, that he knows the singer just as well as she does and heâs simply not going to change his ways, trades a secret for a secret even and fills her head with the kind of stories that axl kept hidden from her â whether theyâre true or not is a whole different thing, of course, but she absorbs them either way. they leave her feeling even more horrible, even more unloved, worthless, and thatâs when the drummer offers to help her out. she doesnât even have to ask, he comes up with the idea to give her something for the pain, claims to have the perfect remedy, one heâs been waiting to share it with her.
they go upstairs. she follows him to his bedroom like a lost puppy, not really thinking much of it because theyâre good friends and heâs just trying to help her in a way that no one else would or could. everybody else is too scared of axl to even consider sharing their drugs with her, or maybe too sane to even think about introducing a friend to heroin. most people would take one look at her and know that sheâs having a mental breakdown and needs a therapist, not an addiction. but stevenâs past the point of caring, all he can think of is another high and the fact that heâs waited for this woman to come to him for years. here she is, finally seeing that heâs a better man than the one who broke her heart, that heâd never lay a hand on her. he helps her out because sheâs trembling, her hands shaking as she tells him sheâs too scared of needles to do it herself. an anxious laugh rolling off her tongue, pale blue eyes scanning the place for an escape route. she contemplates backing out, but he talks her out of it, assures her this is exactly what she needs. this will make all her problems disappear. and so she extends her skinny arm, hoping he really will end her suffering. Â
it stings only for a second, but then an impossible warmth begins to spread throughout her entire body. she licks her swollen lips, tasting her own blood but no longer wincing. she closes her eyes, fireworks exploding behind her eyelids, ringing in her ears. but somethingâs wrong and deep down she can sense it. somethingâs wrong with her body, with steven, too, with this whole situation. it hits her like a freight train â she doesnât want to be here, she wants to go home to axl. her chest feels heavy, so heavy that she can barely hold herself up, let alone take a deep breath. her back collides with the soft mattress below and itâs like a carousel, the world around isïżœïżœ spinning so fast. for a split second, sheâs feeling nauseous and even tries to signal that to her friend, butâŠÂ is she making sounds or just moving her lips? she knows stevenâs saying something back to her, but it seems that his voice is coming from miles away. are they underwater? would explain why itâs so hard to breathe. are her ribs made of lead? she can feel stevenâs breath on her cheek, his hand touching her stomach, but her skinâs burning up at that point, and she couldnât protest or panic even if she wanted to. the darkness and that impossible warmth begin to engulf her whole. gosh, there really must be something heavy sitting on her chest because she canât breathe, her lungs refuse to expand. she parts her bruised lips but theyâve already begun to turn purple. the last thing she remembers is the sound of knocking coming from downstairs â what she doesnât know is the man waiting outside, andy, will save her life tonight. sheâs losing consciousness but she swears she can see her husbandâs face. her mind, deprived of oxygen, must be playing tricks on her but she sees him and runs to him, wraps her arms around his neck andâŠÂ the heavy, comforting warmth of his embrace feels far too good to not fade into as everything around her turns into dark nothingness.
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