The Book of Classic Rock Things

Motley crue

Greetings, I've been in a depressive mood recently so these imagines kind of suck :')

Warnings: mentions of blood, death, alcohol, sadness :(

Summary: a fun night of drinking with the bandmates takes a turn for the worse. no

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"Are you drunk yet?"
Mick asked, raising his eyebrows at the young girl beside him.

"Depends. I'm not Tommy Lee wasted, but I'm definitely not sober," Frankie grinned, leaning back on Vince's sofa as the party surrounding them increased in volume. "Why? Am I the designated driver tonight?" Frankie asked sipping on her beer. "Do you really think that any of them will remember what a car is by the end of the night?" Mick chuckled along with Frankie, clinking their beers together.

"Hi baby, you two having a good time discussing politics?" Nikki joked, collapsing on the couch besides Frankie, poking her side. "Having a good time with your side chicks?" Frankie seethed, swatting his shoulder. "Cmon baby you know I have more fun with you and old Micky here," Nikki whined, sticking out his lower lip, before quickly tickling her sides making Frankie gasp out in surprise. "Ay ay, shut the fuck up you two," Mick groaned, kicking Nikki off with his shoe. "Yeah quit it ya drunk," Frankie wheezed, trying to catch her breath. "You're just asking for it babe," Nikki giggled like a little kid. Frankie smirked rolling her eyes, and glanced at Mick.

"Frankieeee! Darling, would you like to join Vince and I on a little quest?" Razzle's endearing voice rang out as he poked his head in from the hall. "Hell yeah I would. Did Tommy fall down a well?" Frankie joked, getting up from her spot. "I'll see you boys later," she nodded her head fashionably before joining Razzle in the doorway. "Hey kid, be careful alright? I dont need to see you on the front of the paper tomorrow," Mick called after her, sending her a wink and a nod, which Frankie returned smirking before heading outside with Razzle as he led her towards Vince's car. "I'll be fine Skylar, be back in a bit," Vince whispered to his wife, before leaving her side and hopping in the drivers seat. "Shotgun!" Razzle called, landing in the front seat dramatically. "Fine but only if I get to wear your hat," Frankie smirked as he took it off and placed it on her head in the backseat. "Alrigh loves, let's go find this beer."

"Oh hey this is an awesome song," Vince turned up the radio that was playing 'Lady' by Styx. Frankie had nearly passed out in the backseat, hardly noticing when they boys had gone to actually get the beer.

"Don't shoot I've got a knife," Frankie mumbled, as the boys returned making them howl with laughter. "Sorry lady, I've only got a 12-pack on me," Vince slurred, pulling back out onto the main road. "Hit me up," Frankie murmered leaning against the window as Vince threw a beer past her head nearly smashing Frankie's head making the boy up front burst into hysterics. "You mother fu-" Frankie was cut off as Vince's hand slid from the wheel into and the car steered right onto on- coming traffic. Frankie hardly had time to gasp as she stared straight into headlights before closing her eyes as the impact of the collision knocked her unconscious.

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Frankie sensed bright lights again before she fully opened her eyes. She couldn't even process the scene in front of her. All she saw was blood. A lot of blood. Even though it was night the blood overpowered all of Frankie's senses. Frankie was about to throw up when she felt the horrifying pain in her side. The car door was crushed into her, something was stabbing her side, revealing why she was soaked in blood...well, some of it was hers.

"Razzle..." she heard Vince whisper. "Razzle!" Frankie perked her head up at the unmistakable sound of a gut-wrenching sob. Frankie would have thrown up at the sight of Razzle in the front, unresponsive and drenched in blood, but the sight was so unbelievable to her that Frankie passed out, the pain fading away.

"Miss, can you hear me?" Frankie sat up immediatly, regretting it as the pain shocked her in her side. "No-what? Razzle?" Frankie looked around her to see she was in an ambulance, a paramedic beside her. "Easy, you've lost a lot of blood. I need you to lay back." Frankie ignored the man, staring at the IV in her arm. "Can you call Mick for me? Mick...Mars." Frankie croaked, trying to ease back onto the bed. "Of course, as soon as the hospital can. Is he your father?" The paramedic asked. "I'm sorry Dad..." Frankie mumbled, closing her eyes. Her head pounding as the sirens echoed in her ears.

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Frankie sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her blood free hands. It almost was worse then staring at them covered in blood, not sure if it was hers or not. Now Razzle was dead, Vince was guilty, and Frankie was just sitting in a hospital room only hours later. Or was it? Frankie was still having troubles trying to catch her breathe. Breathing hurt her side, and the pain reminded her of what had caused it, and the car crash reminded her of Razzle, and now he was gone. Frankie put her head in her hands, rapidly breathing in and out, until the door opened, making her lift her throbbing head.

"Fucking hell," Mick whispered, relief across his face when he saw Frankie alive and conscious in front of him. Frankie couldn't even form any words when she saw him, she just stumbled up from her spot and rushed towards him, throwing her arms around his middle. She could feel Mick heave a sigh before returning the hug gently. Frankie felt tears glide down her face, as her legs grew wobbly. "Easy now." Mick whispered, stroking Frankie hair.

"Jesus man, we thought-" Frankie heard from behind Mick, recognizing Nikki's voice, Tommy behind him. "You're a strong son of a bitch Frankie," Tommy shook his head, smiling sadly before gently giving her a hug, as Nikki rubbed her back. Frankie shook her head at the boys, staring at the ground. "R-Razzle," she let out a sob and Mick took her back into his side, rubbing her back. "It's okay, it wasn't your fault baby," he whispered. "Vince just made a mistake," Nikki reassured, but Frankie couldn't help but feel guilty for Vince too, she was in the car too, she could've prevented Vince from getting behind the wheel.

"C'mon. Let's get you home and in bed," Mick whispered, leading her out the hospital room. "Mick- I haven't even been released yet," Frankie muttered into his side as he led her through the hall, the two boys right behind her. "Just put a jacket on you'll be fine," Tommy snickered, slipping his leather jacket over her shoulders and popping the collar around her face. Frankie smiled tiredly. Her body was still in pain, but it was nothing her bed couldn't heal. Looking back, Frankie would've rather hurt physically forever then go through the pain of losing Razzle, but thank god for her soul brothers, they really did know how to make things feel better. Even if they weren't.