Bad Day (Mötley Crüe)

Bad Seamstress Blues

Nikki laid clung to Mick's legs as they laid in the dark. Nikki was flitting around in his sleep, uttering whimpers and cries; all while Mick was washing pills down with vodka.

It had been two days since Mick went and talked to Tommy. Two days since Mick and Vince spent time together. Two days since they've left the room, two days that they've laid there, in the dark. The room had a diseased aroma, a dark, dense atmosphere.

They were a dream team when music was involved. But they were toxic and riddled with disease, with no hope of stopping the abuse.

•••

Vince paced their apartment as he let out exasperated signs and groans of frustration. He was stressed, worried, and beyond anxious. He wasn't sure who he was more worried about. Sometimes he would hear Nikki's cries, others it was deathly silent.

Nikki's cries brought tears to Tommy's eyes. He couldn't fathom how someone could be so lost and so broken. He couldn't understand why Nikki had been on the streets at fourteen, barely a teenager, and no grasp on life. He sat in his room, he could hear Vince pacing. He flinched when a particularly loud visceral cry sounded through their apartment. He whimpered. He wanted to hug Nikki, rock him to sleep, hold him tight when he had night terrors.

All they could do was wait and respect their space. Even if they were worried out of their heads.

Sometimes the floor would creek next to their door, making it seem like one of them was going to come out, but no one ever did.

Not until Nikki almost busted the door down and barreled into the living room. He didn't know where he was. He didn't know why a blonde guy was in their apartment, or why he looked cautious of him. He couldn't tell if he was still in his own apartment. He didn't recognize the furniture, Devore, or the people in it. He knew Mick. Mick was safe. He knew their belongings, and those were safe. But everything else? He flung the door open and bolted.

Vince wanted to go after him. There was absolutely no way he wanted to let Nikki out of his sight.

"Don't"

Vince jumped at the sudden voice. He spun around to see Mick. He was frightened at what he saw. Mick looked more pale than before. He looked tired.

Vince didn't know that in 48 hours, Mick would be nearly unrecognizable.

He looked anxious, but he seemed a bit more grounded as to where he was.

"I don't want you to get hurt. He's not dangerous... but he's bigger than you" Mick said quietly, huffing a humorless chuckle.

Vince cautiously approached Mick, gently taking his hands before squeezing them gently. He cupped Mick's face before hugging him. Mick wrapped his arms around Vince's waist.

"I should go before he runs away without me. I promise I'll call you when we get somewhere" Mick said.

"You're leaving?" Vince asked.

"Just for a couple days... he's... completely frazzled." Mick sighed. "I'm afraid that if I don't go, he'll run away and won't come back" he said, his eyes darting everywhere but at Vince.

"Are you guys going to be okay?" Vince asked. He stroked Mick's cheek's lovingly.

"I think so, if not, I'll... figure it out" Mick shrugged. "I need to get, uhm... get some of mine and Nikki's stuff..." he stumbled a bit when he went to let go of the embrace.

"Hey, let me help" Vince said.

"It's okay, I got it" Mick said. He let out a rather jagged breath.

"Hon... I love you, but don't be so stubborn sometimes " Vince kissed Mick's cheekbone, letting his lips linger there for a moment. "Are you good to even drive?"