Dishing The Dirt: Tommy Lee • Mötley Crüe •

Chapter 30

"Honey! Can you help me dry these dishes!?" I yelled from the kitchen.

I heard the TV remote land on the coffee table, a loud huff and heavy footsteps as Tommy walked over from the living room. "Sure" he grunted as he picked up a clean, dry rag and a wet plate.

He'd been in a real stinker of a mood with me about the whole house situation. I tried to explain to him over and over again that as soon as the guys become millionaires, we could happily move into a nice Malibu mansion, but for now it just made sense to buy somewhere we could afford on a normal salary in case anything went wrong. Besides, the house was ready to move into unlike every other house we'd seen, and we needed somewhere quick before baby B gets here. I loved V and Dave with all my heart but, Tommy had really lived a sheltered life where he was always bailed out of everything. Me on the other hand, I never had that luxury, hence why I had a more realistic outlook on life.

"So, Sandra called today..." I said cheerily, trying to lighten the mood.

"Mhm" he grunted.

I pressed my lips together, trying to keep my temper but boyyyy had he been pushing me to my limits lately. "She said we can move in as early as next week now all the paperwork's done" I said.

"Yeah, sounds great" he said bluntly.

I sighed and placed down the scouring pad and plate I was holding. "Look, Tommy..." I started.

"I know Vanessa!" He snapped, raising his voice as he glared at me. "You tell me every God damn fucking day how much of a great idea that dumb fucking house is! Can you just shut up for once" he yelled.

I stood there completely stunned. He didn't even lose it this badly in Greece. I needed a break from him, and he clearly needed a break from me too.

I quickly started cleaning the rest of the dishes in complete silence. I hated the mess and there were only a few left so I thought I may as well get it done and then drive over to Sharise and Vince's new place for a few hours to let us both cool off. They'd finally got settled into their new home and it was stunning. I think that's partly why Tommy was pissed off at me. Vince and Sharise had bought this huge home on the front of Redondo Beach. It wasn't a typical family home, it was the kind of place you'd rent to throw a party in, but honestly it just screamed Vince and Sharise. She finally got a home, the career and a boyfriend she'd always longed for, and I was so proud and happy that everything was falling into place for her.

I heard him let out a sigh as he reached across me, and I flinched. I could feel my chest get tight and my stomach flip with anxiety, but then I realised he was just grabbing another dry rag.

"Why are you flinching?" He asked in a pissed off tone as he looked away and shook his head.

I was too scared to answer him. It was like I went back in time to living with my parents and all the progress I'd made with my confidence, suddenly disappeared.

I looked away from him as I could feel my eyes starting to fill up with tears, so I quickly finished washing the last two dishes and a few knives and forks I'd missed. I don't know what had happened to Tommy and I over the last few weeks but we'd really drifted apart and I couldn't put my finger on where or why, all I knew was that it started to turn sour before the whole house thing. It's like he resented me. He wasn't interested in doing things as a couple and he hardly asked about the baby...he wouldn't even touch my bump anymore.

All he did these days was practice with the guys, perform and party out on the strip. I mean, to put this whole thing into comparison, Nikki of all people, decided they weren't going to throw house parties anymore until me and T moved out, just out of respect because I was always so tired now. Everyone else seemed to have grown up and matured a little bit, except for Tommy, it's like he was reverting back to being a baby himself.