When the bassist from Mötley Crüe, Nikki Sixx, falls for their stage manager, Bella Mejia, who has to maneuver her way around his life style, and chooses to aid him in getting clean.
"Better turn me loose, better set me free, cause I'm hot, I'm youn...
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NIKKI smut - "WHAT IS going on with you?" I ask Bella as she found a room to cool off in.
"Nothing, it's just Donna," she rubs her face and tears come down her eyes.
"What about her?" I sit down.
"I don't think you'll understand," she cries.
"Why's that?"
"Well first she asks 'where I was really from' then told me my English was good, like what the fuck," She hugs me.
"I don't really get the jist here Bella," I rub her back anyway.
"It's just a really bitchy thing to say to somebody like me," she sniffles.
"Do you really have no other reason than it being bitchy?"at this point I snapped, "You're being really fucking unclear right now!"
"Nikki I've told you everything I've needed to tell you!" She finally says, "And I told you, you wouldn't understand."
"Well make me understand," I yell.
"You're gonna think I'm being dramatic!" She balls her hand into a fist.
"I already do so what's the point now!"
"She's being racist Nikki!" She screams, "I can't just like somebody whose being racist!"
"How is she being racist?" I cross my arms.
"I just fucking told you!" She opens the door then slams it.
"Bella! Bella! Fuck!" I run my fingers through her hair.
BELLA - HOW IS SHE being racist? Fuck! This was really pissing me off, I went to the kitchen and found a bottle of Vodka and poured myself a shot.
"What's happening?" Vince asks me worriedly.
"I just got into a fight with Nikki," I say furiously and remembered I was pregnant so left it up for grabs.
Nikki stomps into the kitchen and grabs my wrist "We're going home!"
He drags me to the car and I sit in the passenger seat. The car was silent the entire way home, he opened the car door angrily and slammed it so I did the same.
When we made it to the bedroom I grabbed some pajamas and made my way toward the door, "where are you going?" Nikki scoffs.
"I was going to sleep in the guest room," I seethe.
"I'm sorry I just don't understand how she seemed racist!" He puts his hands up in defense.
"She was stereotyping me, and yeah maybe I am an immigrant but still," I rub my hands across my face.
"Bella you literally make sterotype jokes about yourself all the time," he sighs.
"But those are jokes about myself- I keep telling you but you don't fucking get it!"
