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⋆˚ i wish i knew how to quit you 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Izzy Stradlin, at the ritz 1991. 🎸🦇💋

“𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙” ꫂ ၴႅၴ

“𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧” ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝘾𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙚 (𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙖 1991)

Have you written anything that was just too personal to turn into the band?

“No, no, but it is really hard and you have to calm yourself down and work on being able to do that. With our video for "Don't Cry," and the fight that Stephanie and I had over the gun, you don't necessarily know what's going on. But in real life that happened with Erin and myself. I was going to shoot myself. We fought over the gun and I finally let her win.”

Axl gets in the ring, Metallix, 1992

𝘼𝙭𝙡 𝙍𝙤𝙨𝙚, 𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙥𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙧 1991.

“𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙞𝙣'𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣' 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄'𝙢 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙 “ 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖

“𝑰'𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏”

𝑪𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝑾𝒂𝒓 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟐

────୨ৎ────

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐥 '𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲?

I think I have a type…

I guess it's not that bad?

Oh no, my hand slipped today by accident and I did this (my hand gonna slip tomorrow too and finish it) 😔😔

Done!! They just need to dry now :) (few photos begore I put them on my fat ass and make cracks)

Oh no, my hand slipped today by accident and I did this (my hand gonna slip tomorrow too and finish it) 😔😔

I added The Demon but I will post tomorrow when I finish it (I need to draw the catman also, the hardest one 😭😭😭)

Oh no, my hand slipped today by accident and I did this (my hand gonna slip tomorrow too and finish it) 😔😔

Oh no, my hand slipped today by accident and I did this (my hand gonna slip tomorrow too and finish it) 😔😔

que viejo ridiculo, lo amo

Axl Rose:

*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Eric and Gene! Little fox and the demon 🦊😈 . Love their goofy faces~ (I add sunglasses to them, they look so cool 😎)

🧡A new drawing of Eric with a lil fox toy (of course he is a little fox himself too). His outfit is so beautiful, a perfect fit. 🧡

🧡Little fox Eric Carr from KISS. A talented cutie. 🧡

My favorite drummer. 😊

would u all be interested if i made an ig group for everyone 2 communicate & send mssgs in,,, like a little 80’s rock group? <33🎀🫶🏼💗

boo! we want guns n roses!😒🎀

Conflicted Chapter 22🎀:

Maddy P.O.V

My mother was furious at me to help clean the house since Duff had agreed to come with the band, reluctant at first but then, after hearing his sister's heartbroken attitude, deciding to reconsider not coming.

I chose to wear shorts and a satin baby blue crop top.

“Young lady, what are you wearing!" my mother yelled, putting her fists on her hips and looking me over.

“Mom! It's only Duff and his friends." I whined, wanting Izzy to see me in this clothing.

"Okay, as long as you don't wear that again," she remarked as she prepared the boys' lasagne.

I couldn't stop smiling since I knew Duff would be arriving with them any minute now.

Izzy and I had only been apart for a day, but it felt like forever; even if we didn't leave on good terms, I still missed him a lot.

And Axl.

I never got to thank him for helping me that day.

“YOUR FAVORITE KID IS HOME!" Duff shouted as he opened the door, allowing the knob to hit the wall like he always did, creating an even larger hole in the plaster.

I rolled my eyes at him and walked away, feeling angry again.

My brother was not the evil guy in this situation; I know he did nothing wrong, but I was still furious about how he sent me back without warning and without seeing Izzy.

The band poured into the warm two-story home, breathing a sigh of relief as they protected themselves from Seattle's cold air.

"Hi." I waved and smiled at everyone of them

“Hey Maddy!" Slash and Steven grinned eagerly, the only drink in their system at the moment being coke, a fizzy beverage heavy in sugar, contributing to their hyper behavior.

The boys had agreed to appear sober at the McKagan home so that Maddy's mother would have the best impression of them all.

Especially Izzy.

And there he stood, as tall as ever, with his black coat, slim jeans, and straight black hair.

I waited for him to get to me first, but he quickly moved past me and straight to Duff, who was conversing with my mother.

“Hey.” a voice said, snapping me out of my current haze of conclusion.

“Hi Axl.”

“How are you?.”

"I'm fine. I just wanted to thank you for being there for me that night."

“I'll always be there for you," he said, moving in close enough for me to look up into his eyes.

“Boys I made you all dinner, come eat." My mother yelled, making me jolt from the conversation with Axl, as the boys gathered around the dinner table like starved men, with Duff at one end of the long wooden table and my mother at the other, leaving me in between Izzy and Axl.

Slash and Steven were in front of us, sending me smirks, winks, and obscene gestures implying a threesome, which my mother did not appreciate

"Is there anything I should know?" she questioned the two of them, who dropped their grins and shook their heads no.

“Izzy, was it?…That’s your name young man?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Okay...., well, my daughter here, tells me that you both love each other.”

“Mom!" I cringed as I felt his stare from the corner of my eyes.

“Yes…uh I do.”

“If you want to be with my daughter then you'll have to get married." she demanded.

The entire table, including Axl, burst out laughing as if it was the best joke they'd ever heard, leaving a sour taste in my mouth.

“Alright, gentlemen. It was a joke; now settle down and enjoy your lasagne.”

“Izzy, based on what I've seen, you appear to be an intelligent man. And the fact that you appear to be making my daughter upset because you aren't here, I'd say I want my daughter out of her pain, and I approve of you being with Maddy." she said, making all the boys except Axl erupt in cheers.

The night went well despite Izzy still ignoring me, and my mother even spent some time with Izzy alone so they could bond before calling it a night, while I felt a little overstimulated and walked upstairs to my room.

Izzy P.O.V

“Your mom loves me." I smirked and slumped into the couch in the living room, where the other boys were also watching cartoons.

“I’m surprised. My mother is generally quite protective of Maddy, but I think she saw something in you she liked." Duff said, glad to have given his best friend another chance after seeing how far he went to impress his little sister.

“Where’s Maddy?” I asked, looking around and seeing no sign of the young girl who I had sat next to, during dinner.

“I think she went upstairs to her room.” the bassist mumbled, yawning as his eyes focused on the cartoon Slash and Steven were watching.

I traveled upstairs searching for Maddy’s room when I spotted a door slightly creaked and light pink walls peeking through.

I was about to knock but fuck it, I just walked in and closed the door behind me locking it.

“Get out.” she grumbled, huddled on her side while hugging one of her stuffed animals.

“Maddy-.”

“You ignored me the whole day.”

“I was just trying to impress your mom.”

“By ignoring me.” she scoffed, feeling her eyes sting of tears.

“Baby I’m sorry.” I cooed, coming up to cuddle her in bed.

“I waited for you the whole day and even dressed up for you to see a-and you didn’t even c-care.” she exhaled shakily, brushing away tears with the back of her hands.

“Fuck Maddy. I’m not good at this shit y’know, this is my first time introducing myself to a girl’s parents.” I sighed sitting up against the headboard of her white and pink bed.

She turned over, with her tear stained cheeks.

“And I’m sorry about the way I treated you at the bar. I know that was fucked up. I care about you so fucking much, I never stop thinking about you.” I told her, holding her chin in my grasp, to raise her head up towards me.

“As long as you’re here that’s all that matters…I guess.” she whispered curling into me.

I caressed her hair till she fell asleep on me, then tucked her into her blanket and turned off the light, letting her lamp illuminate the room.

I ran across Axl as I was leaving her room, who gave me a strange look and asked what I was doing in her room after the argument at the bar.

“You don’t deserve her Izzy. And you know that too.” he told the rhythm guitarist.

“You think your any better.” I scoffed eyeing the arrogant asshole who used to be my best friend once upon a time.

“I know I’m not a good person but I don’t pretend like I am, unlike you.” he spat pushing me on the way to the guest room to which he slammed the door.

“Prick.” I muttered going down the stairs, seeing Duff, Steven and Slash all passed out on the couch.

Great. Where do I sleep.

Slash and Steven had taken up one whole couch and Duff’s height took up one single couch alone, leaving me with the couch chair that was not comfortable in the slightest.

I went back upstairs, contemplating whether I should knock on the guest room door and humiliate myself in front of Axl by begging him to allow me share the guest bedroom or knock on Maddy's door

So I took the better option and went into Maddy's room, closing the door and slipping into bed with her beneath her comforter.

“I-Izzy?" She whispered, half drowsy, as she noticed flashes of black garments in front of her half-closed eyes.

"I’m sleeping with you tonight. Axl is being a bitch." I grunted, slipping off my shirt due to the heat, leaving me shirtless and pantless, since I always slept in my boxers.

“M’kay.” she whispered, cuddling into my body, replacing her stuffed bunny with my body.

“Night.” I said giving her a kiss on the head.

“Mhm…n-nigh-t.” she replied groggily before we both drifted off into a deep sleep underneath her pink soft comforters and the illuminating light of her lamp in the quiet room which would be the complete opposite the next morning.

Conflicted Chapter 21🎀:

Maddy P.O.V:

I didn’t get the chance to say goodbye to anyone because Duff had called our mother and told her everything that happened.

My mother was furious and demanded to see me as soon as possible which is why Duff had already bought my plane ticket for Seattle.

When I first came, I imagined the city to be full of stuck-up people and fashionable drama queens who would look down on you if you were from another city, but I soon grew to enjoy the mountainous city with endless sandy beaches.

I didn’t want to leave.

“It is for your own good. I can't stand seeing you surrounded by drugs and men who can't treat you right." he insisted, driving us to the airport as I gazed out the window, taking in the city for one final time.

I wasn’t even sure if I would be back.

Maybe in a couple of years but for now it was goodbye for good.

We drove by the diner we used to go to with the boys, as well as the rehearsal studio where Axl and I had gotten caught.

And then we walked by the theatre where Izzy had taken me and we happened to have sex for the first time together.

Not how I had imagined sleeping with Izzy for the first time, but I guess it wasn't a huge thing to him because he had sex with women in all kinds of places and it didn't matter to him if we slept in a romantic setting or not.

“I know you probably hate me right now but I’m doing this for your own good.”

“Whatever.” I shakily spat, unable to control the tears that were flowing down my face.

“Maddy he’s no good for you! He’s a drug dealer for christ sake.” he shouted.

“I don’t care. I love him! It’s not fair that I couldn’t even say goodbye to him.” I sobbed, covering my face with my hands and not holding back.

Duff looked at me with shame and felt terrible, but he knew that if I stayed, I'd be dragged into drugs and something even worse, so he put his foot down and sent me back home.

“We’re here.” he muttered, putting the car in park and getting out to grab my things.

I walked out, disregarding my brother, grabbing my belongings from his hands, and followed behind him to avoid him and to get checked in for my flight.

He spoke with a few employees who were fans of their band and had a laugh, with some agreeing to take a picture, which irritated me even more because he appeared as if he didn't care that I was offended by his decision.

“Alright sir, your sister is all checked in and will need to proceed through this corridor to her gate.” the attendant said with a smile.

My brother turned to give me a hug, but I dodged it and huffed past him, stomping as I marched away from him, through the mass of people, while sobbing.

“I love you!” I heard my brother's voice shout, but I was too stubborn to glance back, and when I did, it was too late since Duff had vanished in the the crowd, and I couldn't tell him I loved him as well.

I began crying even more since I loved my brother and knew he was only looking after me, and I became enraged with Izzy for making me angry at my brother, but I eventually got over it, understanding that it was simply my fault for being like a disrespectful brat to my elder brother.

My flight was about to take off, and I had arrived just in time, shortly after crying in the airport bathroom.

I found my seat and sat down, grateful to Duff for choosing a window seat for me, and peered out as the plane slowly began to take off with everyone settled in.

I wondered how everyone else was doing as I took off, and if Axl knew I was going because he was the last one to speak with Duff.

I sighed at the thought of having to deal with my mother when I got home and glanced at the time.

It was 8 a.m., so I decided to nap until the plane landed, which would be in 3 hours and 45 minutes.

… … …

Izzy P.O.V

When I awoke the next morning, I had a terrible headache and had no recollection what the fuck happened the night before or how I ended up in a bed.

It wasn't the comfortable couch I slept on, but Slash's bed in his new home.

The same bed I was in with Maddy when I fucked her at the party.

I rubbed my eyes and gulped a few Tynelols mixed with some leftover whiskey Slash had left on his side table before getting up to wash my face and clean my teeth.

"Finally, you are awake. "I got my bed back." Slash cheered, dashing to his bed, and doing a back flip on it.

I rolled my eyes annoyed at his hyper attitude, still coming down from my headache.

"Dude you know what you did last night, right?" Slash remarked, raising one eyebrow at me.

“What do you mean?”

“You totally scared off Maddy, Axl had to come and save her from your heroin rage.”

“Oh and Duff hates your guts now.” he added at the end.

“I don’t remember any of that.” I murmured.

“You pushed her and she cried, then Duff and Axl came to help her. I would’ve helped her too but I was totally wasted which I regret because you were being a real asshole bro.”

“Where is she right now?” I worried, wondering why I was at Slash's place instead of Duff's.

“Maddy left this morning back home.”

I rushed down the stairs to get his house phone and phoned Duff, hoping he would pick up and that Maddy hadn't left yet, so I could persuade him to alter his mind.

“Yes Slash?” Duff answered.

“Where’s Maddy, can I speak to her please-

“Izzy, she’s gone and you don’t deserve to speak with her after what you did to her. You pushed her on the ground and when she was crying out for you, you ignored her.” he huffed, angry about how his sister was treated by someone he considered one of his best friends.

“Duff, I’m really so-

“Save it Iz. I’m just really disappointed in you.” he sighed, rubbing his forehead.

“Did she hurt herself anywhere? I hope she’s okay…at least you were sober enough to take care of her.”

“Axl and I were.”

“….Axl?…”I grumbled, imagining him rushing to her rescue and making himself the hero in front of her.

"I didn't even say goodbye to her." I mumbled to myself, loathing how she last saw me and how I treated her.

“Sorry man.” was all Duff said before hanging up the phone.

Fuck.

I was mad at myself but I was more mad at Duff for letting her go without getting the chance to say goodbye to her.

I didn’t even know her house number back home and there was no way that Duff would give it to me after what had just occurred between us.

I just hope she didn't forget about me when she returned to Seattle, because I could never forget her, no matter how hard he tried to keep us apart.

I loved that girl.

… … …

Maddy P.O.V

My flight arrived sooner than expected, given how cloudy the city was, a dramatic contrast to the blue skies of the Golden State.

“I hope you enjoyed your journey with United, and we hope to see you all soon. Welcome to Seattle, Washington. Enjoy your visit, and for those returning home, welcome back!" The flight attendant spoke with a cheery grin, opposite my look.

Which was gloomy, like my hometown, not because I was hated home, I love Seattle more than I loved California, but because of the wrath I was about to face from my mother.

My mother was waiting for me outside, so I grabbed my suitcase and proceeded to the exit to find my mother's car.

“Madalaine, is that you!” I heard my mother's angry voice ring in the cold breeze of the city.

“Yes. It's me mom." I murmured, already annoyed by how upset she was with me.

"I don't want to be here any more than you do." She persisted, collecting my belongings and leading me to her car as we both entered.

"We will chat when we go home, young lady. You can nap on the way home," my mother replied quietly, turning on the radio and hearing the booming voice of the local Seattle news station as we drove

I gazed out the windows, gazing at the familiar snow-covered mountains and green trees that loomed over every street, which always seemed taller than the mountains themselves.

“We’re home. Are you awake?” she asked, nudging my shoulder lightly.

I pretended to be asleep so I wouldn't have to deal with my mom later, but she knew better since she called me out and threatened to ground me permanently if I didn't get out of the car, so I jumped out right away.

We got situated in, and I hung all of my clothing in my closet because I knew if I didn't do it now, I wouldn't get around to it later due to laziness.

There was only one piece of clothing left and it was the tiny black dress I had wore that day when Izzy cheated on me with the groupie.

I made a face at it and knew if my mother saw it, she would scream, so I immediately flung it under the bed, hoping she would never have to check there, put my luggage on the shelf in my closet, and climbed into my bed, cuddling my stuffed bunny and watching TV to soothe me.

And when I turned on the television, there was a special screening of Guns N' Roses playing their songs on loop on MTV, which made me want to scream and yank my hair out when I saw Izzy appear on the screen.

He didn't even see me before I left for my trip because of Duff, which reminded me of how I felt on the way home, causing me to cry, and that's when my mother went into my room.

She stood quietly at the entrance, observing my face, as a song played in the background. My mom scoffed at "Paradise City".

“Yeah right! Madeline, don’t you think the girls are prettier in Seattle? My mother joked, attempting to lighten the mood given how distraught her daughter appeared over the alleged superstar her older son had called in about earlier.

“So, tell me, which one is he?" She demanded, sitting at the end of my blanket-covered feet as I watched the television in front of me, anxious for another look at Izzy.

“That one." I whispered as Izzy appeared quickly on the television screen in the music video for Paradise City, wearing red leather pants that contrasted with his white shirt, black vest, and bandana that was wrapped around his head.

"Hm." she paused, gazing at the man her daughter had fallen in love with before shifting her gaze to another who was dressed entirely in white.

“What about him?” she said, peering at the lead singer and winking.

"Mom." I grumbled, embarrassed that I had to have this conversation with her about the same males I had sex with, which my mother was absolutely unaware of, else she would have murdered me.

“I sent you to L.A. because I trusted you to spend time with your brother not so you could go fall in love with some guy who thinks he's a big rockstar."

“Mom you don’t even know him.”

“I know him enough to know that he’s no good for you.”

“How would you-

“I was a young girl like you once.” her mother, reacted to her foolish daughter, who assumed her mother was always this elderly.

“So…who was it?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Elvis…..and no I didn’t sleep with him or date him but I know how it feels to have a crush!” my mom insisted.

“This is different.” I mumbled, curling up into a ball underneath my comforter.

“Honey, I know I was mad earlier but I realized that won’t solve our problem.”

“You have to tell me Maddy. So I can understand your feelings toward….Izzy? Is it?”

“Mom I love him.” I spat it out, feeling the need to get it off my chest, and burst into tears because I realized he wasn't with me and how much I missed him.

“Sweetie don’t cry. It’s okay.” my mom cooed rubbing my back, coming to cuddle with me.

“Are you sure you love him?”

“Y-Yes.” I sobbed, hugging my stuffed bunny tighter, wishing it was Izzy.

“Okay then why don’t I speak to Duff about this and have them all visit?”

“All of them?..” I asked, wondering why she couldn’t just invite Izzy alone.

“Honey I would like to meet all of them so I can see if they are respectful enough to be around my daughter or not." she said.

“That’s alright.” I replied, if it was anything to get Izzy back, I wouldn’t have a problem with agreeing to it.

Conflicted Chapter 20🎀:

Maddy P.O.V :

I stormed out of the bathroom, heading directly for Axl.

He told everyone in the band, which was different than telling his girlfriend something so personal about me.

And Izzy’s ex…that was where I drew the line.

“Axl!" I yelled, watching him pause in the middle of a conversation with their manager and turn his attention to me, lifting an eyebrow at my grumpy attitude.

“You told your girlfriend that you’re in love with me?!?”

"What are you saying Maddy? And keep it down," he clinched his teeth as he led me into a secluded area away from the crowd.

“Angela told me that Erin knows that you're in love with me," supposedly." I scoffed, angered by his casual demeanor, knowing he was the one propagating our private secrets out to the general public.

"I never told Erin anything, Maddy. I swear. I'm not sure why she would say that," he murmured to himself, standing there with his hands on his hips, wondering what he had done to make Erin feel that way.

I stormed away, unaware that Erin was watching us, perplexed, given the fact that they claimed the two were good friends, but based on their recent chat, it seemed as though the two were a couple fighting only adding to her theory.

Which was that her boyfriend was in love with the bassist’s sister.

“Maddy where have you been." Duff asked, already on his fourth drink of the night, banging down on the bar counter for more.

“I've been gone. Not that you would care." I spat, irritated by his intoxicated conduct and the fact that he couldn't even hold a conversation with me, let alone Steven and Slash, and then there was Izzy, wait, there wasn't.

Where was Izzy?

"Hey have any of you seen Izzy?" I inquired with the three boys, who were completely wasted.

"I-z-zzz-y?..why are you t-two goin-g to fuck-k again?" Slash mumbled, smirking wildly at his choice of words,Duff barely noticed until he realized what he had said about his sister and Izzy.

“Shut the fuck up Slash!” the bassist shouted, immediately sobering up.

"Sweetie. Izzy is just over there." Steven pointed to a small area of the pub at a booth where Izzy was sitting with none other than Angela?

The way she giggled and slapped his chest made it seem like the two were having a funny conversation , and he smiled the entire time, not realizing how clear it was that she was flirting with him.

Angela instantly noticed me staring, which prompted Izzy to shift his head, but Angela caught it and kissed him forcefully, prompting him to back off and jump out of the seat.

"Maddy," he murmured to himself, noticing me observing the two and assuming the worst of what I saw.

He instantly raced over to me and explained what had happened, and I nodded, knowing he had done nothing wrong because I was actually standing there seeing Angela be a slut.

"Why does she like you so much? Why doesn't she go see Axl or Slash?" I wondered why she was constantly drawn to Izzy.

"She's been in love with me for a long time and I didn't feel the same way, so we became fuck buddies, but I got bored of her quickly, so I called it out, and she became heartbroken," he explained casually, as if it wasn't his first time leaving a female unhappy as a musician

"Oh." I responded instantly, feeling awful for the girl because I could easily be in the same situation.

It's possible that I'm already there without realizing it.

“I know what your thinking and no just drop it." He sighed, having dealt with enough, and approached his three wasted pals to participate in the fun.

I saw Axl emerge from the scene, an empty arm that no longer served Erin Everly, and he excitedly walked to his bandmates with a sneer on his face.

I had no choice but to join the guys because I had no other friends at all in the big city and I only knew them.

“The brat has joined us.” Axl scoffed, nonchalantly sipping a cool beer in direct contradiction to his drunken bandmates, notably Izzy.

He fell over the counter, almost dropping to the floor, when I caught him and moved him to rest his head on the counter.

“You'll be taking care of him like that for the rest of your life if you keep this relationship going," he whispered, taking little sips from his drink.

“What makes you say that?”

“He’s an addict and he’ll ruin your life too with his drugs.”

"Izzy's not an addict and I can take care of him perfectly fine." I naively defended, smoothing Izzy's hair away from his sweaty face.

“Yeah right.” he scoffed slipping off his stool to found someone to dance with.

"Izzy. Wake up, let's go home." I said to him, feeling his cheeks warm up to my touch and slumped over body.

"N-no just go without m-me." He murmured, fumbling over words and pushed me away with a rough hand.

“Baby, you don’t look so good. I think it’s better if I take you home.”

“Stop touching me!" he yelled, pushing me, causing me to trip on the liquid drink previously spilled on the floor and fall on the hard ground of the bar.

I shrieked, a crushing discomfort running through me and tears forming in my eyes, unable to hide the pain, looking up at Izzy to extend a hand, but he was so high on his drug of choice for the night that he didn't care.

"Maddy! "Are you ok?" I heard Axl call out to me, rushing up to pick me up.

“What happened!" Duff shouted and hurried over to me after seeing Axl kneeling down on the floor.

"I'm fine." I said, tears streaming down my cheeks, as I returned my gaze to Izzy, who was firmly placed on the counter, unconcerned about how he had treated me.

"That bastard. I'll fucking kill you for hurting my baby sister," he roared, grabbing Izzy's shirt and dragging him up to confront his towering frame.

“If you kill me, you'll hurt your sister even more," he replied, grinning at me.

“Fuck you motherfucker.” the bassist growled punching his band mate and knocking him down on his drunken state.

“Duff!” I squealed as I crouched down next to Izzy and his newly slit brow, which was streaming with blood.

"Leave him alone, Maddy. Let's go. Axl said this as he dragged me away from Izzy and picked me up in his arms.

"You just want to fuck her." Izzy mumbled under his breath, amused at Axl's concern for the girl he allegedly dislikes.

The Indiana native may not have heard because he did not intervene, but if he had realized his long-time friend was making such a statement about the sweet girl, he would have knocked him out for good.

“That is it! I've seen enough today. You are not to see Izzy again, and I forbid you from going out with him or any other fucking musician from now on!" Duff yelled, and I could only nod, unable to find the correct words to explain what Izzy had just done.

We all got into Duff's car, Axl and I in the back, as Duff drove us to Axl's apartment.

I felt Axl interlace his fingers with mine, holding my hand in his while I slipped into sleep on his shoulder.

What I didn’t realize was that when I would wake up the next morning, Duff would have my things packed and a flight back to Seattle set out for me.

Conflicted Chapter 19🎀:

Maddy P.O.V

We arrived at a small gig that Guns N’ Roses were set to play, shortly after 8 p.m since they usually always played an hour later than scheduled.

Everyone got their instruments set up as they hopped onto the bar stage tuning their guitars and warming up, to play an acoustic version of “Mr. Brownstone” , “Sweet Child O’ Mine” & many others.

Axl and Izzy were planning on doing a duet for Paradise City but Axl stormed off, leaving Izzy clueless.

“The fuck is your deal.” the Indiana native spat, giving Axl a dirty look as Axl went about his business ignoring him and doing some vocal warmups.

“Baby just ignore him. I think he’s just a bit on edge.” I said rubbing his back.

“I think I’m gonna puke seeing you too.” Axl snarked rolling his eyes at us, moving his chair to the other side of the stage by Slash, taking the microphone with him.

“We need to do a duet and the microphone has to be in the middle of the stage.” Izzy told him, snatching his chair and tugging it back in the middle.

“I don’t need you. My voice is perfect on its own.” he smirked, grabbing the chair and planting it back on the other side of the stage.

"Shut up fuckers, we’re on in 5 minutes." Duff yelled, suffering from a severe headache brought on by yesterday night's partying, which Axl and Izzy intensified.

“Wait! I forgot my drumsticks.” Steven chirped scurrying backstage.

“Great.” Axl retorted, slumping down into his chair.

"Axl!" I heard a girl shout from behind the stage, sitting on a stool, along with other seating configurations on a platform above, with stairs leading down to the stage where the rockers would be performing soon.

She had long curly brown hair, that made her blue eyes pop and a voice that seemed hardly audible even when she shouted.

“Erin baby, you came.” Axl grinned blowing her a kiss.

"Baby?" I wondered, curious about when they got back together and why he would talk to me if he had a girlfriend.

“Jealous?” he smirked, seeing my confused expression which quickly turned sour upon seeing his smug attitude.

“Jealous!” I scoffed, correcting him by saying how disappointed I was.

“Your not my mother…..although if you wanted-

“Okay stop it.” Duff grimaced putting his hands over his ears.

“You guys are not going to treat my sister like one of your groupie whores and take turns with her.”

“Who said we’re taking turns?” Izzy countered, raising an eyebrow at Axl, wondering if anything had happened between the lead singer and the young girl whose heart he had stolen.

“Nothing happened between me and Axl!” Maddy huffed, causing everyone to look at her sudden outburst, stomping her feet as she went up the stairs to sit next to the quiet girl she had observed from earlier.

“Hi. I’m Maddy.” I smiled sweetly, extending a hand out to the bright eyed girl next to me.

“I’m Erin.” she smiled, giving off a soft vibe like she wasn’t a threat and seemed like a sweet girl who didn’t even look like she belonged with the hard rock singer, with her simple outfit.

"Your Duff's…….sister?" She queried, narrowing her eyes at me.

“How did you know.”

“You both have the same mannerisms and are really sweet.” she explained, with the same warm grin.

I returned the smile and got along well with her as the boys performed their songs perfectly, which surprised me given the circumstances from earlier.

One thing I had noticed about Axl and Izzy was that no matter how much they hated each other at times, they made sure to make each other look good while performing, not allowing one person to shine alone but equally sharing the spotlight, which is why they had been friends for so long because they respected and cared for each other deeply.

I hated seeing them fighting and was happy to know that they got along for the show and even hugged it out on stage, not that Izzy was an affectionate guy but Axl was and he made sure to show out for his loved ones.

“You guys were great!” Erin and I squealed rushing down the steps to give each of our guys a hug.

“Thanks Maddy.” Axl cockily grinned, putting his arm around Erin as she ignored the obvious looks he was giving me.

“Come on let’s go.” Izzy muttered, throwing his arm around my waist and placing a kiss on my shoulder, walking me backstage.

“Erin seems like a very sweet girl. I’m glad Axl found someone like her.”

“Yeah. He needs more than her to save himself.”

I didn’t inquire further, nodding, since Axl was a touchy subject.

“I wanna talk about you.”

“What about me?” I giggled, suddenly nervous by the way he was looking at me while he had me pinned between his hands, leaned back against the wall.

I felt my face flush as his hand went to rest on my cheek, running his thumb across my glossed lips, pressing down on the middle of them to form a pout around his thumb and teasing it inside.

“Suck it.” he demanded.

I gradually sucked on his thumb, moving it in and out between my puffed up lips remaining eye contact with him as I pulled off with a pop before spitting on it like he spit in my mouth and letting it drip down, collecting it all before it splattered on the ground beneath us, licking around as I evenly spread the wetness, taking it all the way, bobbing up and down and releasing to kiss his lips with a trail of spit connecting my lips to his thumb.

“Does my baby want my cock that badly that she has to make a mess all over my thumb?” he asked, kissing my lips, engulfing the trail of spit and releasing with a wet smack.

“Yes please. I want your cum. I want it all over my tits and my pussy, an-and all over my body.” I whimpered, as he snaked a hand down my body to aggressively rub my pussy over my panties in fast circles.

“Get on your knees.” he spat yanking on my hair to pull me down, on my ass, letting my legs fold on the ground in a “W” , so I could have my pussy against the ground to rub against.

I grabbed his cock and spit on it letting out a big bubble and blowing on it, creating tiny bubbles and rubbing my lips across it like it was a lip product, back and forth before kissing the tip.

"Take it down your fucking throat." He groaned growing tired of my teasing as he bucked his hips forward pushing my head down, causing me to choke and tear up, forcing him to let go, and let me cough it out before thrusting his cock back down with no remorse, gathering my hair in a messy ponytail to move up and down his hardened length.

I let go of his cock with a sputter, his precum mixed with my spit pouring down onto my tits, as I rubbed it in to give him a show, watching him jerk off in front of my face.

“Such a fucking slut for my cock. You just turn into a little bitch for it.”

“Only for you Izzy. I love being a slut for your big cock.” I replied, giggling as I licked a stripe up his cock while he stroked it over my face.

“Get up I wanna fuck you now.” he grunted pulling me off the floor by my underarms like a rag doll and flipping me around to face the wall, roughly pulling my skirt down, forcing me to stick my ass out for him, while standing on my tippy toes since he was significantly taller than me.

My sneakers squeaked against the ground as he pushed into me from behind wrapping one arm around my waist to keep me firm on his cock while the other pinned my arm up against the wall.

I gasped, arching my back as my pussy became ten times wetter, hearing the lewd noises of his cock entering in and out of my pussy.

“Be fucking quiet.” he growled in my ear.

“You don't want your brother to find us and witness me fucking his baby sister like the desperate little whore she is, would you?”

I loved hearing his perverted comments, enjoying how dirty he made me feel.

“I think you would love it if everybody were to see the cockdrunk slut you are." he spat, causing me to sob.

“I-Iz!” I squealed feeling pleasure waves throughout my body as his cock repeatedly poked against the spongy region of my pussy, making my eyes roll back and incoherently blabbering over and over again about how big his cock was.

“I said be fuck-ing quiet.” he hissed going deeper with his thrusts, moving his hand from my waist to my mouth covering it tightly.

I moved my hand over his, desperately trying to hold onto something as I felt my orgasm approaching and my legs going weak while he pounded into me faster.

“I-I’m gonna cu-cum.” I whined, muffled by his large hand, before he moved it abruptly to rub my clit as I let out a big squeal feeling a gush of liquid release out of me while I tried to stay on my tippy toes with my legs that were now worn out and shaking.

“Shit shit s-shit. Fuck-k yeah baby give it to me. Give me all your fucking cum.”

I squealed pushing Izzy away as I felt very sensitive coming back down from my high.

He pulled himself together while I stayed still trying to catch my breath after squirting.

“That was so hot baby. Did it feel good?” he asked as he buried himself in my neck.

“Y-Yes.” I breathed out, looking down my leg, and seeing his cum spill out.

I reached down my body, whimpering at the feeling of pushing his leaking cum back into my sensitive pussy.

“I would fuck you again but we have to catch up with the guys. Your brother is probably wondering where you went.” he sighed moving his hair out of his face.

I fixed myself and ran my fingers through my hair making sure there were no knots.

“Why don’t you go fix your face in the bathroom while I see what they’re up too?” Izzy suggested, seeing my red stained cheeks and smudged makeup.

“Okay.” I smiled reaching up to give him a kiss as he walked off.

I ventured off into the quiet bathroom fixing my face by running a wet napkin over my smudged mascara and reapplying lipgloss to my swollen lips, when I saw Angela walk in.

The same Angela that used to be Izzy’s favorite groupie.

What was she doing here?

“Hey Maddy!" She grinned, in the fakest voice I'd ever heard.

“Hi.” I responded, meekly.

“You look like you’ve been having fun. Who’s the lucky guy?” she smirked.

“Let me guess. Axl?”

“Axl? No. I’m with Izzy.” I reply, annoyed at her attempt to small talk answers out of me.

She appeared perplexed at first, but then lifted her brow, staring down at her hands as she played with the crusted nail polish.

“So you both are like official now?” she asked, the fake voice suddenly replaced by a bitter tone.

“Yes.” I blushed thinking about earlier while re-applying some fresh coats of mascara.

“Well I think that is very brave of you.”

“What do you mean brave?” I asked.

“Y’know….Izzy’s history with women and all.” she exhaled.

“Izzy is a changed man.” I sighed, annoyed by her false propaganda of trying to deter me away from him.

“I've heard Axl is in love with you." she spat, prompting me to halt in the middle of applying mascara and turn to face her with the wand in hand.

“What told you that?” I hissed, wondering if Axl was going around telling everyone our business.

“Erin Everly, his girlfriend.”