#i’m not going to sit here & be lied to even dorthy would say this wasn’t for no faggots

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this is making me lose my mind ….. girl …….. girl genuinely nobody should care about a film from the hays era that was actually a metaphor against the gold standard 😭😭

1 like & i launch a ballistic missile at my bestie

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The Dare

A Guns N’ Roses FanFic

Chapter 8: A List

Chapter Warning: Violence

Her parents were like clockwork, exactly as her oldest brother had told her many years ago.

While her parents were predictable, Mark was not. He was out on a walk when he noticed a figure leaving Delilah’s window. He let a smile escape him and slowly walked over towards her house, careful to not draw attention to himself. She must have gotten a similar talk from her parents as well. He couldn’t help but smile since he was told the news.

He stopped dead in his tracks as she slowly became more visible to him and less of a creature in the shadows. Her hair danced around her as a small gust ran through it. He wondered if she had done her hair to come to see him. His heart fluttered at the thought of her dressing up and coming to visit him. Was he dreaming?

After a few more steps, his heart sank. She wasn’t heading anywhere near his house. Was she running away?

No.

He watch as she waited by the bus stop with only a small purse. No, she wasn’t running away, but she was going somewhere. That’s when it clicked. That’s when he thought he had it all figured out. Delilah was going to see her eldest brother John. He figured she must have ran into him a few nights prior when she went into the bar for the dare.

He was wrong, but he couldn’t think of any other reason for her to go back. The strip was filled with some of the most vile people, and Delilah would never associate herself with people like that, he told himself.

“Hey, Delilah,” Delilah let out a groan of frustration once she heard Mark’s voice. She turned and say him walking towards her.

Fuck.

She took a quick breath and put on a fake smile.

“Hey Mark,” Delilah said walking towards him.

“Where are you going?” Delilah froze at Mark’s demanding tone.

“I’ve gone out for a walk,” Delilah lied as she watched her bus leave without her on it.

“That’s a bold face lie,” He grabbed onto her arm as Delilah tried to walk away.

“Let go of me, plus I could ask you the same question,” Delilah sternly replied attempting to yank her arm away from Mark.

“I actually came looking for you. Low and behold I see you sneaking around at this hour. Honestly, any idiot would know you’re looking for your brother John. He’s dead Delilah. He’s dead to us remember? I don’t care if you spoke or saw him the night you went to the bar with Beth on the strip. He made a choice,” Mark’s grip tightened around Delilah’s arm as he spoke.

How dare he. How dare he talk about John like that. How dare he act like he knows all of what happened. He just believed the lies that were fed to him.

“Stop, that hurts!” Delilah cried as his grip continued to tighten. She looked into his eyes and saw something she could never describe. There was something dark in his eyes. Something she had never seen before.

“Please,” Delilah cried with tears now flowing down his face.

After a few seconds he obliged, but still held her arm in case she attempted to escape.

“Are you free tomorrow?” Delilah was taken aback by his question.

“What?” Mark laughed at her confusion and slithered his hands into Delilah’s.

“I am asking you on a date Delilah,” Mark’s laugh grew louder.

“No,” his laughter stopped at her answer.

“No?”

“You hurt me. You make false accusations against me. You scream at me,” Delilah’s voice was interrupted by the sound of a slap.

He hit her.

Mark hit her.

Mark looked at Delilah who was now pulling away. What was her problem? What was she acting so stupid.

They were meant to be. She had known him since they were babies. They had spent their lives together.

——————-

“Five minute till showtime,” Mags heard as she waited for Delilah.

She sat in the guest house on the edge of her seat waiting for the brunette to come. Something wasn’t right. She should have been here by now.

“She is probably running late or she missed the bus. She will be here soon Mags, don’t worry,” Steven offered just sister a warm smile as she zoned out.

She returned his smile and looked over towards Duff who shared a similar worry painted all over his face.

“Yeah, she probably just missed her bus,” Delilah said a little louder than needed, so Duff could hear.

She knew he had a thing for Delilah. He was the least but subtle with his flirting with Delilah, but she probably didn’t even know he was flirting. The poor girl was clueless at times which was both good and bad at the same time.

“Knock them dead stevie!” Delilah put on one more fake smile as she punched her older brothers

Once the guys left the room, Mags leaned bag in her chair and downed her beer. This wasn’t good. She barely knew Delilah, but she didn’t seem like the type of girl to be late. She told her to be an hour ago.

Seven hells she needed to take the edge off. She needed something to calm herself down. She needed at least a smoke, maybe something more if she could find it.

She eyed the guy’s stuff and after a couple of moments on debating if she should or shouldn’t, she walked over towards their empty cases and other bags they used to carry their crap.

She searched for an entire song until she found something. She opened the neatly folded piece of paper that was in Duff’s case and unfolded it to read.

Was she being nosey? Yes.

Did she care? No.

She expected to see new song lyrics, but it was a list of jokes. They weren’t even that good.

Her personal favorite was one that Duff had actually scribbled out, and Mags was oh so glad she could read it.

Are you a cake because you look Delly-icious right now.

She laughed as she read it out loud.

She continued to scan the list Duff had made. He was lucky she had found it and not one of the guys. They, especially Axl, would never let him live it down.

How do you make Holy Water?

You boil the hell out of it.

I bought some new shoes from a drug dealer last night for real cheep. I don’t know what he laced them with, but I’ve been tripping all day.

Did you know the first French fries weren’t actually cooked in France? They were cooked in Greece.

It was sweet. She continued to smile at the thought of Duff sitting in his room trying to think of horrible jokes to tell Delilah. She appreciated how they were clean, and not about sex or dicks.

—————

“I just need to see her, okay?” Mags said as she drove to Delilah’s house.

Her brother shook his head as he sat shotgun. Their gig had gone smoothly and he wanted nothing more than to go to sleep like the rest of the band, but Mags was persistent.

It was 4 in the morning when she dragged Steven to their car as backup incase she got lost. She had only been there once to drop her off the first night she met, but she did like to boast about how good her sense of direction.

“This cant wait till the morning?”

“No Stevie, it can’t,”

“Why, Mags she’s probably fine. I’ll drive you down to see her tomorrow morning. Why are you so damn worried? You and Axl are just overreacting,” He was confused on why his little sister wanted to drive to check on Mags. She had been on the edge ever since Del didn’t show up. Yeah, it stung but she probably got busy or couldn’t escape.

Steven’s mind then went back to the girl he met back at the gig. He was snapped back to reality at Mags words, “I’m worried because what if she did get caught...she called her mom mother. Not mom or mum or even by her mom’s name like Dorthy or some shit. She called her mother, and you should have heard the way she said it. She was scared of her own Mother. Hell she was shaking the entire time she was in the phone with her mom. It’s not normal.”

“Wait, what did you mean by Axl overreacting?” Delilah raised a brow her brother.

“Yeah he wanted to make sure she was ok. He was worried she got caught. Don’t read into it. He was drunk and he just finished fucking a girl,” Steven causally replied.

The two of them sat silence in the car before they parked a block from Delilah’s house not wanting to draw attention to themselves.

Mags froze before she hopped over the small fence.

“Hey, Stevie stay here and stay hidden. You aren’t exactly.....stealthy in your current state,” Mags whispered as she watched her brother stumble over his own two feet as he followed her to the fence.

Delilah’s room was one that Mags had always wanted. White flowing curtains hung from the ceiling with small colored flowers scattered on them. The bright white desk and dresser contrasted perfectly with the powdered pink walls. She dreamed about it when she was younger, but now as she looked at the pillows that were thrown around the room she didn’t want it anymore.

Mags stopped as she saw a small torn paper on the ground. Mags didn’t know much about the Jesus stuff that Delilah liked, but she knew that this piece of paper, along with all the others scattered on the ground, were ripped from a bible.

Mags hadn’t noticed that the torn paper fell out of her hand when she saw Delilah. Her heart broke as she looked at Delilah’s tear stained pillow. Mag’s eyes followed up to Delilah’s face. That’s when Mag’s heart broke for a second time. A large purple bruise covered her left cheek.

“What the hell,” Mags didn’t mean to say the words out loud waking Delilah.

Delilah shot to the opposite corner when she saw a figure in front of her bed.

“Mags?” Delilah asked trying to hide in the shadows.

“Yeah...sorry...I didn’t mean to startle you. I was worried...,” Mags was interrupted when Delilah brought her into a hug.

Delilah tried to hide her crying, but it was to no avail. Once the first tear escaped, the rest formed rivers as they escaped her eyes. Mag’s mind raced as she tried to connect what had happened as she held a crying Delilah in her arms.