Life changes in an instant....it can be good or bad....in my case for SO long things would go to shit. Ah, sorry...Mick Mars here, no doubt my husband....my beloved Sapphire, Angel eyes has mentioned that....but ah yes, that one moment that changes life in an instant. I remember VERY well that night I rescued Eric....and it haunts me, BOTH OF US to this day. As cliché as it sounds, I was in the bar....before I could grab a drink, I had to piss....consequences of then being 42 years old...or because I just had to piss....in any case, I remember from the moment I'd stepped in that bar off Sunset....the vibes....they don't after all call me the alien for nothing....but as I'd got closer to the bathroom, I heard THE SCREAMS, the pleading, desperate sobs.....and I saw RED as I threw open the door, to find....Eric....though at that moment in time I'd had no clue who he was....but he felt familiar.....i found him....no pants...underwear and some FUCKER on top of him...about to penetrate him and I wasted no time and proceeded to beat the shit out of the guy...vaguely aware of the fact that Eric was curled up in a ball, sobbing....desperately groping for his clothes....i tried to help him, he screamed....there was more to it than the trauma from his near rape, I could see that then...and it broke my fucking heart. He flinched constantly as I helped him....him, blond haired...blue-eyed....eyes that then were dulled...but still the eyes of an angel....he was drunk, and broken so fucking broken....despite my back, I picked him up...carrying him....he muttered about my hurting him...that he deserved what happened.....and little did I know, that I not only would change his life and mine forever....and show the world, I wasn't the 'emotionless alien'....but I would find love.....and our tale, his....no OURS picks up in the aftermath.
An Ambulance has just pulled up.... everyone staring, like it's some kind of fucking spectator sport. I glare...and people scatter. I still ignoring the pain in my damned back, am holding the stranger I rescued from being raped...the need to piss put on the back burner. I am reluctant, very much so to let him go...and I snap at them, that I am going with him....and wisely they let me go, he gets assessed in the ambulance....well as much as they can....he's got lots of old bruises, new....thin, saying he's too thin....and I delve into my thoughts, mind a whirl.....
He's broken.... i SEE IT. Just like...me. Unwanted....as far as romance goes, unloved...the outsider....and wait...wait....Eric Singer?!! I've just head them say......the runaway drummer for Kiss....that left....has been found by me. And its indeed clear to me he has runaway....and Kiss...it has to be something to do with them. I never did like Gene and Paul....or trusted them, Nikki hasn't forgotten or forgiven being kicked off their tour almost 10 years ago....what have they DONE to Eric? Lied about his disappearance no doubt.... and i can tell myself, my band....we could see what the world apparently doesn't see or want to...but there is I fear SO much more this all than we know about.
The past year has been a shitty year, the band on hiatus....Tommy Lee fired, not that I blame Nikki. Tommy had been making us miserable for so long....he used Nikki especially...US to get to the top, Nikki had enough...we all did. And Tommy's joined another band...good riddance.
Arriving at the hospital now, I refuse to leave Eric....i refuse....and they run now, all sorts of tests....just as I thought, bruises everywhere...shocking me at how many....how underweight he is...and he hasn't from what can be told really RESTED or slept in a long time......and then...it's just he and I....now....he and I.
"What did they DO to you?" I whisper. A bit of a rhetorical question in a way because I can SEE the physical aspect and can only imagine the mental. I sigh heavily, "I don't know if you can hear me Eric.....but, I am...and I know it doesn't mean much...truly SORRY this happened to you tonight....and I am....sorry." My voice cracks, "For what you've been thru for so long.... i can only imagine. You don't trust anyone, unwanted.... used...unloved...." I pause feeling tears slip down my cheeks my OWN pain coming out. "I can understand at least some, how you feel. It seems sadly we all have our own skeletons in the closet, our own demons.... I'm a 42 year old alcoholic, and pain pill addict, I have a spinal disease....the world SEES me, you and i....a certain way. Me? They think I am emotionless, a face of stone....I'm not. I've been thru hell in my own life...." The tears continue to roll, Eric doesn't stir.
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Kiss Your Crϋe Goodbye (A Kiss & Mӧtley tale)
RomanceSummary: What if the tale is one that you never saw coming? That you could have imagined? Eric Singer can tell you that very well, in 1993 he leaves Kiss and ends up joining Mӧtley Crϋe as their drummer ultimately. Things though are never what they...
