80s Band Imagines

💚Saul/Slash #15-*Revenge

Friendship, A Little Angst, Smut

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"You arrogant cheating no good son of a bitch!"
I yelled, throwing open the door of the studio where the guys were.

"Woah! Woah, babe, calm do-"
Axl started, standing up from his spot on the couch.

"Don't you fucking dare tell me to calm down! You promised me!"
I yelled.

"At least tell me what the fuck I did."
He yelled back, nostrils flaring and neck veins popping out.

"Are you deaf? You fucking cheated with some whore!"

"Where the fuck did you get that from?"
Axl yelled back at me.

"I found these while I was cleaning."
I yelled, throwing a hot pink lace bra and thong at his face.

"The fuck are these?"
He asked, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Don't play stupid. You know what they are, and you know they aren't fucking mine!"
I yelled, getting in his face and poking at his chest.

"Sure they are."
He shakily said.

"You and I both know I only wear black lace, and that isn't even my fucking cup size!"
I said through gritted teeth.

"For fucks sake, you're making a big deal out of nothing!"
Axl said, giving the undergarments back to me.

"Nothing? It's just nothing to you? To cheat on me after I took you back the first time? To cheat on your fiance?"
I yelled in his face, waving the ring he gave me in front of him.

"It's a big deal when those are yours. You're just fuckin' after attention."
Axl said, going to turn around.

"Don't you dare fuckin' walk away from me. Because I won't take you back."
I threatened.

"Fuck off, will ya? We got a song to finish."
Axl said, sitting down where he previously was.

"Fine. Here's your fuckin' ring back. I don't want it anymore."
I said angrily, taking the ring off and throwing it at him before turning and storming out of the studio.

That was six hours ago. During that time, I managed to throw most of my stuff together. I mainly had clothes to pack up, a few books, and odd nick-nacks. I had a lot packed up from the last time he cheated, about four months ago. I called the studio earlier, and Steven answered. I asked if everyone had gone home, to which he answered yes.

So I immediately called Slash.

"Hello?"
His deep voice grumbled on the other end of the line.

"Slasher. Hey, it's June."
I said, fiddling with the phone cord.

"June, babe, you need a place?"
Slash asked.

"Yeah, I packed most of my stuff, but I can't stay here tonight."
I said sadly.

"Come on over, June. It's not a problem."
He rasped over the phone.

"Thanks, be over in five."
I mumbled, hanging up the phone. I put all of my bags in my car and started on my route to Slash's house. When I got there, I knocked, and Slash immediately opened the door, letting me in.

"You can put your stuff in the guest room if you want."
He said, leading me to the guest room. 

"I'll be in the living room. There's a bathroom if you wanna shower or change."
He added before turning and walking back to the living room.