Without You Mick Mars Fanfiction

Chapter 1

         Mick POV

I had just gotten out of a shitty marriage with my now ex wife Emi Canyn. I should've expected it since all we did was fight. I wasn't looking for anything serious, just sex and maybe a few dates here and there but nothing that involved moving in together or any proposals. That shit went wrong for me the first time. Or at least that's what I thought. I grabbed a bottle of jack and a cigarette and went outside on my balcony to clear my mind. 'A little fresh air will do me some good.' I thought to myself. I took a big swig of my jack and watched the morning air rush through the sunset strip. The sun began to rise behind the water and the palm trees. Traffic became fluent once again and the city of Los Angeles, California came to life just as it does everyday. 

I checked my watch and figured I should grab my things and head to the studio before Vince chews my ass again for being late. I got into my corvette and drove down the highway, feeling the cool air on my face and blow my hair behind me. I past by many hot blondes with sun kissed skin probably ready to throw themselves at any celebrity they saw from Tom Cruise to Leonardo Dicaprio. The thought made me chuckle at how desperate women were to get into a man's pants these days. 'They'd freak out of excitment if they got chlamydia from a celebrity.'

I pulled into the studio and grabbed my guitar out of the back, minding the pain as I hunched over to grab it. "Damn AS." I muttered to myself as I grunted in pain. I pushed the door open to find faces full of empathy staring at me. It was horrifying! "Hey man, you doin' alright?" Vince asked as he patted my back. "I'm fine. Why?" I asked with genuine confusion in my voice. "Why, you just got into a fuckin' divorce, dude. If you need to talk or need a shoulder to cry on, were here for you." Nikki said to me. "You guys are fucking scaring me! What the fuck is going on with you guys? Treating me like a fuckin' china doll, jesus." i said. I brushed everyone off and plugged in my guitar.

After a few hours of playing, out assistant manager brought in food. She too was empathetic. I fuckin' hate people. I ate silently, mostly just picking at my food. Everyone stared at me. "What the fuck are you guys looking at?" I asked and shook my head. I pushed my food aside and crossed my arms as I stared off into space. My mind wandered to Emi and all the good times we'd had. Our wedding day, our kids, the house we bought together, the puppy I bought her for our one year marriage anniversary and so many other things. I hadn't realized I was crying until I felt hot tears roll down my face. The guys noticed and gathered around me, asking of I was okay. "WHY DID SHE FUCKING LEAVE ME?!" I asked rhetorically and then fell into fits of sobs. They all wrapped their arms around me and I wanted to fight them off, but I couldn't. No matter how much I wanted to deny it, I needed the support. I hugged back as tears quietly rolled down my cheeks. I really did love her. I took everything we had for granted, and now I pay the price. 

It must have been hours that I was crying. The time I had stopped, the sun had started setting. I pulled back and got my emotions together. "I'm sorry." I said in a raspy tone. "That was the last thing I wanted you guys to see. It's just that I realize now how much I really loved her and all that I took for granted." I said. A few sniffles and stray tears fell every now and then, but other than that it was silent. 'This is how it will always be with out her.' I thought to myself. "Hey, do you want one of us to drive you home? I'll bring your car over to you later today." Nikki suggested. "I guess." I replied quietly. 

I grabbed my guitar and headed out the door with Nikki and got into his Chevy. The ride to my house was quiet. There was a few "are you okays" and "do you wanna talk" from Nikki, but other than that, I just sat in silence. 

We arrived to my house. We said our goodbyes and exchanged quick hugs before I went inside and grabbed the only thing that should matter to me now. My alcohol. I decided to pull my shit together and go to a local bar that we attended almost every weekend after a show in LA. I wasn't expecting what was to come next.

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