Wha-if rockstars went to boarding school

60: before you go

Nikki

It's been 2 weeks since my fight with Tommy. I haven't gone back. I'm not going to go back. Why should I have to take the brunt of his anger? He's too damn pissy at me over such a small thing, and I'm not some just gonna lie down and take it like a bitch.

I grunt and kick at an empty coffee cup on the ground. It clatters down the almost abandoned street and I sigh. When I blink, my vision  goes blurry and I stumble backwards, planting my hands against a brick wall. I haven't eaten since I left, any money that I have goes straight to  heroin, and I only have  600 dollars left. Eating is probably useless anyways, considering that every time I shoot up, I puke.

I  scoot my back down the wall and sit on the concrete floor, pulling out my phone. I've been able to charge it at Starbucks, which has been useful for ignoring my texts. I open my messages and see that Tommy has texted yet again. So far, he's been trying to convince me to come home, but I just ignore him.

Nikki

Dude

dude come back.

listen i'm sorry!!!

NIKKI.

fuck...answer me pls

Nikki they're gonna kick you ou of school if you don't come back soon.

out*

baby, please.

Why should I have to forgive and forget???

fuck, fuck you.

I set the phone down, making a small whimpering noise. Small shivers run up and down my spine as a lump forms in my throat. My legs are nearly numb, but everything else seems suddenly hyperaware. My chest burns as I shove my hands into my pockets, searching for the small baggie and used needle. The second my hands wrap around it, I get up, wincing at the pain. Two steps forward, stumble into a wall, sink to the ground, start over.

Finally I stumble into a gas station, the words on all the products running together. I find a bathroom and use some water, before getting everything ready to inject again. It's sick, I'm sick, I'm destroying myself to keep the voices quiet, but instead they're just getting louder. I've made my mistakes and now I can't climb out  of the hole. I guess I just have to crouch down and call it home until it  collapses in on me. 

The world is spinning as I stand up, forcing me to grab the stall door as I feel my guts begin to twist themselves inside out.

My mind clouds with thoughts. I  can't breathe. I have to go home. But real home. Not Los Angeles, Not Seattle, but Idaho. I need to go see my grandpa, I need my family back. I can't deal with this fucking shit anymore. My vision clouds over, and white flashes are pulsating in and out.

----2 days later, Tommy Lee-----

"Man, you're down bad..." Vince whistles lowly, coming to stand by my bed and making me look up at him.

"Fuck off dude." I grumble, swiping at my tears and uncurling myself from the fetal position.

"Yeah, sorry man. I don't think I told you  this when we talked, but dude guess what?"

"What?" I  ask, hoping for something that will take my mind away from my Nikki situation.

"Dude Sharise is fucking pregnant. Pregnant dude...man I'm a fucking teenager...y'know...but I don't really know what to do..."

"Don't be a douche and leave her with the baby. Just don't man, only shitty dads do that." I say, sniffling a bit as I sit fully  up and look at him, grabbing my phone from the night stand.

"I'm not just gonna leave her, but it's going to be hard when her belly swells and we can't fuck unless i wanna sit on that thing like a bowling ball." Vince remarks.

"Get a fleshlight, watch porn or something." I offer a solution, giving him a punch to the arm.

We continue to talk for a couple of minutes, but when he has to run to study lab I start to feel down again. Nikki's been ignoring me since our fight, and if there's one thing I fucking hate- it's being  given the cold shoulder by someone I just want to help. Oh, I hope he's giving me the cold shoulder, because otherwise he could be dead. If he died, I would die, and at this point I don't think  I'm being even a little bit dramatic.

I open my Instagram and my heart jumps. Nikki's posted a story, so obviously I click on it as fast as I can. 'Taking off from LAX, gonna head my ass home cuz there's nothing here for me...' the story says. 

'Maybe I can catch him' I have to try, I realize, my head spinning slightly. I grab my shoes  and shoot an email to my last teachers of the day, telling them I won't make it to class, then full on  sprint out of the school towards LAX. I don't have a car at the moment, or even a bike at the moment, so running and walking will have to do since I don't have enough money for an Uber either. 

I'm sure I look really weird running across crosswalks and highways at full speed and then finally slowing down to a panting walk, gravel in the bottom of my shoes and my hair sticking to my face. The sun continues to beat down on the hot California day, and the only thing that keeps me company is the honking of the cars and the cussing of the people that drive them.

Finally I come up on the monstrosity that is the LAX airport ready to get my Nikki back.