Rock Shots

Nikki Sixx - Help

!TW!: Drugs, violence, deep, dark, stuffs. Nothing too bad, about what you'd expect with Nikki, but you've been warned. PS I've never done anything like this, bare with me :/

                    
                       (Y/N)'s POV

I walked into the living room of Tommy's mansion, in search of my boyfriend, Nikki. I only saw Mick sitting on the couch. He appeared to be resting.

"Hey Mick?"

"Yeah?" He sighed.

"Have you seen Nikki?"

"No. Haven't seen him since yesterday."

"Fuck. Okay, well thanks anyhow." I frowned.

I went into the kitchen to look. Vince was rummaging through the fridge, probably trying to find some alcohol.

"Hey Vinny."

"Agh, shit! Hey (Y/N)." He winced after hitting his head on the fridge.

"You okay there?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. What's up?" He asked.

"Have you seen Nikki? I can't find him."

"No actually, now that I think about it I haven't seen him since yesterday."

"That's what Mick said." I sighed.

"Have you tried calling him?"

"Yeah but he didn't answer."

"Have you tried going to his house?"

"No but I might head there next. Let me try calling him again."

I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and dialed Nikki's cell number. He didn't answer, again. So instead, I called his house number. It rang, and rang, and rang before someone finally picked up.

"Hello?" I said.

"Why do you people keep calling meeeee?" I heard Nikki's voice say.

"Nikki? Where are you?"

"At my house. Where else would I be?"

"I'm coming over there."

"Why?"

"Because I need to see you. Now stay where you are because I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

"Okay. Whatever."

I hung up the phone, grabbed my jacket, and rushed outside to my car.

We had suspected that Nikki had been using again. I guessed this confirmed my suspicion. This was how he tended to act when he was high off his ass. Ignorant and annoying, not answering anyone, all that jazz. Normally it was okay, I could handle him when he was high, but this time was different because he was home alone, and I knew he had a gun in his house. I sped over to Nikki's place, not caring how many stop signs I ran. Unfortunately, the cop patrolling the neighborhood did.

I saw the red and blue lights flashing behind me and I sighed in frustration. I pulled my car over.

"License and registration please." The officer said when he got to my window. I handed him my identification and papers and he looked them over.

"What's the rush?" He said, handing my stuff back to me.

"I'm sorry sir but I really need to go."

"Where ye headed? Also, have you had anything to drink tonight?"

"No sir, I'm not drunk. But please, I really need to go! My boyfriend is home alone and he's high on heroin and he's not answering me and there's a gun in the house."