Cherry Hill Sixx was Nikki Sixx's sister not biologically or anything but they grew up in the same foster home. when Nikki starts a band that Cherry writes for what happens when she falls for her drummer best friend
Tommy Lee X Fem!Oc
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Chapter Thirteen: Downfall and Relapses A Pearl - Mitski BIG TW FOR THIS CHAPTER Sh
Cherry lay awake, her body curled into Tommy's chest. Her high had run out and she began to realize the events of last night. Cherry wriggled her way out of the drummer's grasp pausing as he stirred but continued her exit. She noticed Mick had left the room and was laying on the couch nursing a bottle of vodka. The blonde sighed as she crept towards the kitchen grabbing a bottle of what seemed to be unopened beer.
"You should be asleep" a voice whispered from the living room. Cherry gasped, spinning around almost spilling her drink.
"Fuck off Mick" She hissed at him. The older man raised a brow and patted the spot beside him. Cherry shuffled towards him sitting where he had pointed too.
"Are you ok?" He asked quietly, passing her the bottle of vodka. The Sixx girl pondered for a moment before taking a swig.
"I mean my boyfriend died but you know" she said sarcastically forcing out a fake laugh.
Mick could tell she was lying; her eyes didn't have their normal hint of giddiness in her blue eyes. He knew she was hurting inside all he wanted to do was help, he knew that the others did as well.
"It's nor fair," Cherry mumbled softly on the rim of the bottle. "He should have stayed here" she said again, her voice cracking in the process. Her eyes watered quickly wiping them on the shirt Nikki had put her in.
"I know kid but you have to be strong" Mick said, patting the blonde on the shoulder. Cherry smiled softly, passing Mick his bottle back.
Cherry leaned against the velvet of Vince's couch, her fingers running over the odd texture. She ignored the sounds of Tommy and Nikki fumbling down the stairs encased in her own world. The seat beside her dipped and she was pulled towards a scrawny chest.
"Vin's going to jail" Tommy mumbled sleepily as he clung to the blonde. Cherry froze in the drummer's arms slowly turning to face him.
"What?" was all she was able to muster out. Of course she wanted Vince to feel bad for killing Raz but jail, that's a whole different story.
"Yeah he killed you know who, that's manslaughter" Nikki said avoiding the brits name. Cherry sighed leaning back against Tommy.
"Niks do you have coke i need some" The younger Sixx said her eyes staring up at her brother. The messy haired bassist nodded walking back upstairs.
"I wanted to kill Vin last night, literally" Tommy whispered in Cherry's ear. The blonde scoffed a little causing Tommy to kiss her cheek quickly.
"Your savior is here" Nikki said in a fake regal accent. Cherry giggled as he placed a silver platter in her lap.
The beautiful white lines that she had missed ever so dearly were all neatly made up for her in rows of ten. The blonde smiled before grabbing the dollar bill that lay on the plate. The first line felt like ecstasy to the blonde, each line Cherry snorted she felt herself slip away from everyone else. Groaning as she finished the last one the blonde sprang out her seat and stared down at Nikki.
"Can I use your hair dye?" she asked calmly. The blonde had her own dye to keep up her platinum look but she wanted a change to something different, Nikki gave the girl a skeptical look before nodding.
"Yeah I left some upstairs in Vinnie's bathroom," he said. Cherry, being high out of her mind nodded and ran upstairs towards the singers room.
Cherry locked the door and began to rummage around for the dye. Grasping the half empty bottle Cherry ran it through the under section of her hair. The bathroom smelt like the old motley house bathroom, the same stench of bleach and whiskey. Cherry sighed as she finished with her hair leaning against the bath, her hair heavy with the weight.
Her eyes caught onto a shiny object that she loved as a teen. The stress reliever of a lifetime, glancing at the door she reached over grasping the small blade fondling with it in her hands. Cherry felt tears run down her pale cheeks as she rolled up her sleeve seeing the faint lines from her past with the small metal object.
Her tears began to pool faster as she slid the blade along her slender wrists the blood began to drip mixing with the salty tears. Each line felt like bliss just like the coke downstairs. she leaned against the tub, her head lolling back as she laughed, blood pooled from her slit wrists.
The dye in her hair hardened meaning it was time to rinse. Leaning over her head span as she rinsed out the dark colour. The blood seeped into the tub leaving stains but she didn't care.
"Fuck" she muttered as she stood up stumbaling around in search for scissors or bandaids.
Rummaging through the cabinets the blonde grabbed a pair of scissors and began snipping away. She started at her shoulders and began to shape in a sloppy way. The blonde stared at herself in the mirror. It was very different.
"Bandaids" she whispered as she picked them off the counter wrapping her bleeding wrists. "I'm so fucked"
"You good Cher" Tommy called from the other side of the door.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she said shakily. Tommy mumbled a small ok before his footsteps disappeared back downstairs. "At least i look good" she said laughing a little.
