14 Years [GNR/Mötley Crüe]

55. Freebasing, Scams and Accidents

Nadia:

Why is your boyfriend like this? Why is your singer like this? Why is your boss like this? Why is your brother like this........ this was pretty much the question I have been asking everyone who knew him ever since he kicked her out four days back.

Why is this man like this? I have been thinking about this over and over again ever since then. More than half of the world loathes him so looking past all of that someone finally comes.
Someone who loves him, and he behaves like she is the world's biggest sinner and he is a world-renowned saint.

Everyone fucks up every once in a while. How hard is it for him to see things from her point of view! I am not defending her using drugs in front of her kid but.... forgiveness; is that too hard?

"Wait, so you are saying. He should be grateful that she loves him? Cos' that's fucked up."
Nikki said over the phone. I could imagine his face scrunching up in confusion as he said that.

"Nooo... it's like for an individual like him who is soo reckless and straight-up weird to have someone finally love him for real....... Yeah, that's gratefulness. I don't know what the fuck I am saying. Just ignore me please." I said as I started to realize that I was just blabbering.

He laughed, "I don't understand it feels like that breakup really got into your head. Huh?" He asked and I know that he wasn't wrong. I don't know why, but I just wanted them together. A part of me tried to convince me that they were kinda toxic, but I don't know I guess the other part is winning.

"It's... she has been calling me every day since then. Sometimes she behaves like it doesn't matter to her and the other times she is a crying mess. I feel sad." I bit my lip.

"How is he doing?" He asked. That's a whole other weirdness.

"I haven't seen him in three days, and we live in the same house." I said plainly. "I don't even know if he is here right now. I think of asking Victor about it, but something in me stops me from doing it."

"That something is called ego." He chucked. I am not egoistic. I am not.

"I don't have an ego." I replied. Do I?

"You do. You undoubtedly do. As much as you say he is egoistic and prideful. You are pretty guilty of those as well. The most prime example is right now you stopping yourself from checking to see if he is dead or alive." He said in a matter-of-fact tone. I don't have an ego.

"Whatever. All I know is that I am in here more than he is." I said, "anyway how is the recording?"

"It's great. John is really good." He said letting out what sounded like a sigh of relief.

"Yeah. Sure." I rolled my eyes. I prefer Vince.

"Okay stop. Don't give me that attitude. I know you don't like him as much as Vince but this is what the band needs. Him." He explained softly.

"You have your preference and I have mine. Let's just mutually respect that?" I asked which was followed by a pause.

"Okay. Sure."

This was pretty much how we fought. It was quick. Some may say it wasn't actually resolving but how is screaming at each other over opinions neither of us are gonna change be of any effect?

"Okay."

"Did you have dinner?" He asked after a small gap of silence.

"Nope. I had to wrap up some work. After that, you called. What time is it there?" I asked.

"We are in the same time zone."

"Oh yeah so...." I stopped as I heard a knock on the door, "babe, hold on for a second." I said before getting out of the bed and moving towards the door to see Victor.