When Angie turned 23, she moved from a small town in Wyoming to Los Angeles, hoping to leave her shitty life behind and start over. Hollywood is the beacon for everyone who wants to make it in the entertainment industry, hoping to become successful...
Words: 4.7k + Warnings: strong language, angst A/N:I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long. Due to personal circumstances I haven't been able to write. I hope y'all had a lovely Christmas/Hanukkah/Yule, whatever you celebrate. Or just a good day in general. I hope you all enjoy the new chapter!
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The next morning Angie woke up feeling rather tired still, she hadn't slept much, she was too stressed and anxious. She eventually smoked some pot, making her feel somewhat relaxed and helped her to fall asleep. She knew it probably wasn't the best thing to do whilst being pregnant, but she felt like it was her only option. If she could, she would have taken some smack but she was still waiting for Nikki to give her a new supply. Even though she had decided to not go through with this pregnancy, she felt like she probably would have still kept using these drugs if she decided to keep it. That also was another decisive factor she wasn't doing the responsible thing by keeping it.
She had decided to go back to the Mötley house to tell Nikki she had changed her mind. She had a long and hard thought about all of it after she came home. Tommy made her realise she had indeed been ignorant. She thought she was doing the responsible thing but in all honesty, how responsible was it really to put a child into a world where they wouldn't be looked after properly. Yes, she told herself she would actually look after her child and take care of it and love it, and she didn't doubt she couldn't love her child, or wouldn't want to take care of it, but she knew better than anyone else what it was like to grow up in an unsafe environment, being left alone during the day when she was too little to properly take care of herself, just because her mother couldn't afford childcare or a babysitter. And even though she wanted her child to have a father, by the looks of it, there was no way Nikki was going to do that. They didn't had to live together and pretend to be some happy little family, but she just couldn't rely on him to take care of their child, babysit, pick them up from school, etcetera. Not with the lifestyle he was living and being a touring rockstar. Maybe he would be the one to bring in the money, but was he really willing to do that? The more she thought about all of it, the more cons she saw over the pros. So, she was going to get an abortion. That is, if Nikki was willing to pay half of it. She couldn't afford it on her own.
It was 11:30 in the morning when she arrived at the house, hoping they'd be awake by this time. Angie walked up the stairs, feeling a knot forming in her stomach again. She knocked on the door a couple of times, it took a minute before it was answered by a random blonde girl. "Hi," Angie spoke awkwardly. "Is Nikki home?" "Who?" The girl asked confused, looking as if she just got out of bed as well. "Nikki. Is he home?" She asked again. The girl just kept looking at her with confusion and ran a hand through her hair. "I don't know." She mumbled and shook her head.
"Who are you taking to, baby?" Angie heard Tommy's voice from inside. The girl just opened the door a little further, as Tommy walked closer to her and got into view. He was only wearing his underwear.
