•Maxigan's POV•
"What do you mean, 'she's fucking dead'?!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Rotten had just called me at 4 a.m.
At that point, I had been living in southern London for a little while, in a small flat atop the record store that I had inherited from my father.
"Yeh...please, Maxy. Sid has no one else to take care of 'im. The missus won't let me keep 'im 'ere!" Rotten pleaded.
I sighed and continued to listen to what he had to say.
"Look, Maxigan, I know this isn't your problem, but he's your mate too!"
I wasn't gonna give in but that won me over.
Sid Vicious, my best friend for 13 years, is addicted to heroin. He and a woman named Nancy Spungen, were in a relationship. She has recently killed herself, or he killed her? I'm not entirely certain myself.
He was arrested and having heard this, Rotten bailed him out. The trial was supposed to happen sometime next month, but I have this feeling it won't even happen. Thing is, no one really cared about Nancy except for Sid.
I was supposed to go pick him up the next day, around 9 a.m. at the airport. I couldn't believe that stupid fuck.
'He's just a stupid fuck up and he's gonna fuckin' ruin my life again! Now that I finally have an alright job, a place to stay and I'm clean off drugs, Sid's coming right back to fucking fuck it up!'
'FUCK!'
‹ Summary
YOU ARE READING
Punks Not Dead
Fanfiction1971. Maxigan Richardson was only 13 when she met John Simon Ritchie in Hackney. Realizing they lived a mere two blocks away from each other, they became friends in no time. John and his friend, John Lydon, both eventually yearn to be by her side. L...
