wild side || tommy lee / motley crue

13. the wedding

12/10/1982

Me and Tommy haven't spoken a word to each other for an entire week. Every time I'd try to speak to him, he'd either completely ignore me or tell me to fuck off. What the hell did I expect from him anyway, right? Heather is finally back, her and Tommy's wedding is tomorrow. I have still got no clue if I even feel like going or not.

"Sixx, I'd much rather just stay in tomorrow." I groan, rubbing my eyes and stretching on my bed.

Nikki stands at the end of my bed.

"Come on, Val! It won't be the same without you. Seriously." He begs me.

"I'll think about it, alright?" I tell him.

"Fine, but let me know later today before tomorrow."

"Sure." I reply, turning to my side and falling back into a deep slumber.

-3 pm-

I wake up in my room with a killer headache.
I calmly get up and rub my eyes, standing up from my bed and stretching. I throw on an oversized shirt over my miniature light pink silk robe and brush my hair, exiting the room.

As I make my way down the hallway, I see Vince on the couch in the small living room with Tommy. Honestly, fuck Tommy. He can do whatever he wants to do without interfering my relationships with other people. After all the avoidance Tommy's been giving me, I could really use a small round of pissing him the fuck off.

I stroll my way to the couch and exclaim;

"Morning, Vince!"

"Hey darling, got your beauty sleep?" He flirts.

"I sure did. Sup Tom." I say, making him look at me.

He turns his head away from me and back to the television, completely ignoring me.

"He's got a problem with hearing or what?" I ask Vince, poking fun at Tommy.

"No fucking clue. What's going on between you guys?" Vince asks me.

I'd like to know that myself.

"If I knew, I'd tell you." I tell him.

"Tom, you been kind of distant lately. Wanna go out and grab lunch?" I ask, sarcastically.

"I'm in" Vince says.

"Let's go, all three of us." I put Tommy on the spot, making him uncomfortable.

Good. That's what the bitch deserves.

"No, thank you." He responds politely, getting up from the couch and walking away from us into the kitchen.

"What's up with him?" Vince whispers.

"I don't fucking know. Why are we even whispering?" I ask him with my casual raspy loud voice.

"So he doesn't hear us talking shit about him." He replies.

"Who gives a shit?" I tell him and make my way to the kitchen, craving some coffee.

I walk into the kitchen and almost immediately, Tommy whips around and stares at me with a furious face expression.

"Can you get the fuck away from me for once!?" He shouts at me.

Yes, it did come as a surprise and I was quite taken aback, though, I couldn't help but wonder who the fuck does this guy think he is?

"Oh, stop being delusional, Tommy." I mock
him, giving him a dirty look.

"You know, you're fucking obnoxious. Get some help." He snaps back at me, stomping his way across the kitchen and down the hallway.