∙𝙰 𝚅𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙽𝚎𝚒𝚕 𝚇 𝙾𝙲 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢∙
It's 1997 and Kelly Dixon takes a look back at how she became the wife of the frontman of one the worlds most notorious rock band, Mötley Crüe.
She recounts the good times and the bad, the challenges they...
A/N: Another visual of Alessia, given she's older now, thought a new picture of her might be helpful to visualise her :)
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Kelly's POV, March 17th 1996
Things right now could be better, however they probably could be worse too. The last seven months or so had really beaten Vince down mentally, both of us had continued to take Lydia's death hard as we would but I managed at the start of year to forgive myself for all the things to do with Lydia's death I'd blamed myself for, having fell into that dark pit, I managed to crawl out of it as none of them were truly my fault, and fully accepting that helped me get out of a lot of the depression I fell into, though I was still suffering.
Both me and Vince would never truly get over what happened but we could adapt, as hard as that is, we could do it.
Though I'd managed to find some peace, Vince hadn't had that luxury and with all the other shit he's already got in his head, the guilt of costing Razzle his life and the guilt of what he did to me way back when, the guilt from Lydia on top was making him near some kind of breaking point and I was worried for him, like really worried.
He was still turning to alcohol and was drinking an alarming amount and while he constantly told me he was alright I saw he wasn't. In a way, I was putting on a brave front, trying not to look quite as heartbroken over Lydia as I felt inside, not wanting my pain to be another source of guilt for him, Alessia's pain on his conscience was enough.
It was getting close to Lydia's birthday and that didn't help with his depression, I tried to help Vince as much as I could, y'know? But he'd only let me help when he wanted it which wasn't often. He was eating more now but he'd still kept off the weight he'd lost in the long run was probably a good thing and as long as he didn't lose any more it wasn't a point of concern.
The thing I was most worried about right now was how much he was sleeping, or how much he wasn't sleeping is probably the better thing to say. It had been months since he'd slept through an entire night, I wasn't sure exactly how long because at first I don't think I noticed as much but after a few weeks of him creeping out of bed in the middle of the night, I just became accustomed to knowing when he wasn't asleep.
He was consistently exhausted, it was written all over his face and seems as he hadn't really done any public appearances since Lydia's death, he'd had little to distract him from it all, even for a few hours.
His parents were as worried as I was, Shirley, Vince's mom, had tried to sit down and talk to him multiple times, he never talks. He talks but doesn't say anything, nothing that really says what's going on in this head, that makes it worse because what was he thinking that was so bad he couldn't say it aloud?
