Kristen, a 23 year old struggling college student who just so happens to put herself through college being a stripper, crosses paths with the infamous newly sober Nikki Sixx. whom is exploring his new view of creativity. Nikki owes his old friend...
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Kristen looked back and forth between Nikki on the stage and the reporters around her. She felt her breaths becoming more and more shallow and her head becoming fuzzy. She heard Tommy's muffled voice in her ear, but she could not grasp to reality at the moment. Tommy took her hand in his, pulling her out of her fear coma. She turned to him with a terrified look, she squeezed his hand as tight as she could.
"Tommy. I can't-" She cut herself off as she gasped for air. She reached out and grabbed his shoulder. "I can't breathe-" She dropped her hands from him and stumbled away as quickly as she could. Her eyes dart everywhere trying to find a safe place. She stopped and leaned against the wall clutching her chest. It felt as if there were a 50-pound weight on her chest. She looked up and the ceiling trying to slow her breathing. She felt a hand on her shoulder and saw Tommy standing in front of her. She could see his lips moving but there was no noise.
Tommy ushered her outside and straight to the limo, trying to get her away from the crowd. As soon as the door was shut Kristen burst out in tears. Tommy pulled her closer and rubbed her hair trying to calm her down.
"Why would he do that Tommy?" She sobbed into his chest.
"I don't know sweetheart. I don't know." He whispered back to her.
They had gone back to Tommy's house where her car was. He had tried to clean her up, but she kept screaming at him to leave her alone. After a couple of attempts, Tommy backed off and handed her a jacket at least because she had grabbed a bottle of whatever alcohol she could get her hands on and a pack of cigarettes and was on a mad dash outside. She had placed herself on Tommy's front porch steps next to the potted plants he had lined the steps. She was leaning against one hugging the bottle of alcohol and chain smoking when she heard Tommy's gate opening. A sleek black corvette came flying in and came to a halt a few yards away from her.
She saw a boot-clad foot step out and she rolled her eyes. Nikki closed his door, shoved his hands in his pockets, and slowly walked toward her. He felt ashamed for many reasons. He had slammed so many shots he lost count after their bathroom scene. He remembered stumbling to the stage with his bandmates when he locked eyes with Kristen. He saw how Tommy was trying to hold her and the way he had been looking at her all night, his blood started to boil. Then it slipped out. At the moment he truly thought what he was doing was sure to win her back, in his own sick twisted way. But he sobered up quickly when he saw her face, the pure panic that overtook her. This brings us to where he is now.
"There's my lovely doting boyfriend!" Kristen screamed with a drunk smile on her face holding her bottle of alcohol out to him. "Oh wait..." she trailed off. Nikki stood in front of the girl wrapped in a large jacket that was obviously not her own. He felt his throat tighten up seeing the ghost of her mascara stains.
