80s Band Imagines

❤ Duff- Couch

Angst

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Fuming was a goddamn understatement. I was pissed.

How dare he?!

In case you're wondering what, I'm pissed off about let me fill you in.

I'm Vince Neil's sister, younger by a year. And you guessed it, I'm dating Duff.

Duff, the fucker, in a recent interview took it upon himself to talk about my past relationship with Motley Crue's bassist, Nikki Sixx.
Without asking me first.
Duff doesn't know how everything played out. He thinks he knows the full story. But he's mistaken.
He knows what I've told him. That's it.

I climbed out of my car, newspaper clutched in my hand, and speed-walked into the studio where the boys were all sitting in a circle, except for Duff.

"Where the hell is he?!"

"Steven's right there," Slash said, clearly trying to fuel my fire.

"Duff you ass! Where is Duff?!"

"Right behind you Babe." He says walking into the room. He tries to bring me into his arms, but I push him away, not caring about the glances I was getting from the other guys.

"Don't touch me."

"Why? What's the matter with you?"

"With me?! What's wrong with me?! You're what's wrong with me!"

"Are you gonna tell me what I did?!"

"How fucking dare you?" I yell shoving the newspaper into his chest.
His eyes glance over the page and he looks even more confused than before.

"Babe, it's an interview we did."

"Yea. And you took it upon yourself to fucking bring up Nikki! Where the hell do you get off bringing up my past?!"

"She asked I answered! What the fuck does it matter?!"

"It matters because you had no right to bring up what happened!"

"What I can't talk about my girlfriend and one of her exes, who's one of my friends by the way!?"

"Not when you know dick about what really happened!"

"What the fuck does that mean?!"

"It means I didn't tell you he hit me you dumb fuck!"

"What?" Duff asked completely shocked at what I had just told him.

"I didn't tell you the real reason we broke things off. You know what the truth is, he was an abusive asshole. He fucking raped me, Duff. But I loved him. Then I met you. And one night we broke it off when I found him in our bed with some groupie. Why do you think I haven't fucked you yet?! Because I physically can't do it."

"June, I didn't know."

"I know you didn't! Which makes it even worse. Which is why you shouldn't have said anything in the first place!"

"Maybe if you would've told me this wouldn't have happened!"

"Oh, so now it's my fault?!"

"You're the one that didn't fucking say anything! And every time I asked about it you brushed it off like it was fucking nothing! It's not my fault I didn't know! You've been fucking lying to me since we've been together!"

"Oh, fuck off Duff. Because you've been completely honest. I had to fucking ask Steven why your last relationship ended because you told me some bullshit lie."

"So, you went behind my back and fished information out of my fucking friends?! You really don't trust me?!"

"Why the fuck should I?! You lie about which club you're at, how long you'll be out! Everything Duff! God did you tell the truth when you said you loved me?!"

"Come to think of it, maybe I didn't! Did you?! Because you keep telling me all this bullshit!"

"Fuck you, you fucking prick! I'm going home. You can sleep on the fucking couch tonight, Michael!"

I left the studio and climbed back into my car and sped off toward my house.