14 Years [GNR/Mötley Crüe]

48. White Horse

Nadia:

"Nikki please just listen to me." I pleaded. What the fuck was happening? It just went from a 0 to 100.

"I don't want to hear anything! You can leave...."

What?

I felt my heart drop to my feet as I stared at him blankly as I felt my eyes turn moist. He doesn't trust me? This can't be it. It cannot be.

"Oh my god!! Fuck!! you believed me. Holy shit!! Just look at your face. It's like you saw a ghost or some shit." He started laughing out loudly holding his stomach while I just stared at him in confusion.

"Babe I was messing with you. You don't think I will believe this shit." He shook his head still continuing to laugh.

I just stood rooted to my spot. It was all honestly a little too much for my brain to handle. I thought that..... fuck you man!!!

"I am going to kill you!!" I screamed running towards him except he too started running and making the whole thing into another chasing game.

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Axl:

"Nadia! This is the last time I am calling you. Either you fucking come outside or I am gonna jump over this fucking fence." I said into the cellular phone as I waited outside their house in Hidden hills.

"Sweetheart, don't jump and break your legs. I am coming!" She said in the most calm voice ever before she screamed "Just give me two minutes and stop calling every ten seconds!!"

"You....." but before I could complete she hung up on me. She fucking hung up on me. I gritted my teeth. Back then she would turn her back on me while I talk and now she hung up on me. Is it too hard to listen and pay attention while someone talks? And sweetheart?

Getting out of my Jeep Wrangler I started to move towards the gigantic black gate. Towards the intercom.

But before I could use the intercom, through the grills in the gate I could see her running towards the gate from far.

Opening the gate, she came and stood in front of me trying to catch her breath.

"One... minute." She said panting as I opened my mouth to speak. I looked at her from top to bottom. Hair tied up in a barrette in the messiest way possible, a flannel shirt which looked a bit weird but I couldn't really point out what was wrong with the shirt, black jeans, a pair of white shoes in her hands as she stood barefoot in the road. I never liked it when she tied her hair. It was tempting. I just wanted to remove that barrette and let her hair fall down freely but something in me refrained me from doing that. It felt like I had no right to do it like I used to.

"You could have worn the shoes instead of running barefoot. And DO NOT call me sweetheart ever again! I don't like it!" I said as she dropped the shoes to the ground and started putting them on leaning against my Jeep.

"Well fine then, how about Mr.Rose? No emotions at all. It shows a distance between us and totally formal. Is that enough for you? And trust me I am not fond of running barefoot either. But I can only do things if you give me at least the time required to breathe." She said once she finished putting the shoes on.

The shirt was distracting. There was something weird about it too.

"Your shirt is inside out," I said as I finally figured it out.

I can't believe her. Did she lose some brain cells in the last few years of being with Nikki?

She stared at me in confusion for a few seconds before pulling at the sleeves and seeing it for herself. Her jaw dropped down forming a perfect 'O' before pressing it into a thin line.