Beyond The Leather

Chapter 135: Confessions of A frustrated Bassist

I always wondered who Nikki was talking to for his mouth to hang open and head turned to the side. Meanwhile, the rest of the guys are paying attention to the camera. Then I often wonder why they didn't do another picture so that Nikki could be paying attention to the camera 😂😂😂😂😂

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Nikki's POV

January 1996

L.A

I sat in my home office, rubbing my face one minute, sighing the next, pinching the bridge of my nose, and repeating.

After that day in Canada when I had my outburst. I had to leave immediately. I was frustrated with that whole situation. I tried going there with a positive mindset. I kept my attitude in check... well, some of it and I didn't press for her to tell me why she didn't wait for me. I even took Theresa's advice and became patient and understood that she had her problems. I even came up with solutions to how to address her without attacking her. But it didn't matter. Because Iman will never change. My patience has run out, and I can't subject myself to any more torture. We loved each other. That's that. The story of Iman and Nikki is over.

I had to focus on my life here. Focus on Donna, my wife, and my stepson Ryan. My marriage wasn't doing great. My relationship with Donna was slowly crumbling from constantly thinking about Iman. And it only made it worse when I took off to Canada. It wasn't fair to her. Being second is not a good feeling. So, I can understand why she was pissed. I had to make her and Ryan my priority. She helped me throughout the years stay sober. I know it was stressful for her because I can be a handful.

I also wanted to be the best stepfather to her son Ryan. That made me start thinking about my father. I spent the end of the month last year tracking my father down. One, it was a good distraction from Iman, and two, I thought maybe I could build a relationship with him and let him know that I have settled down and plan on having children in the future.

I called my mom to find out as much information as I could. She told me he was alive. But that was about it. We argued on the phone after she started blaming me for how me and Iman ended up. I'm asking what I did to chase Iman away. Can you believe that? My mother! After telling her what happened, she blamed me. I had to hang up on her mid-talking as she started asking for money. That was not on my priority list.

I was able to track down a couple of people who were able to tell me where my father used to work. The result wasn't good. My father passed away. It was disappointing for me because he would never meet his future grandchildren. They would never be able to build a relationship with him. I would never be able to build a relationship with him. I would never be able to have a conversation with him about why he left. And why didn't he come for more visits? The better question is why did he stop coming at all?

There was so much anger rushing through me. The one person who I was comfortable sharing my family life with was no longer in my life. So, naturally, I felt like the next person would be my best friend, Tommy.

Tommy.

This is another story. Heather's land was now turned into Pamela's land. But worse. I wasn't a fan of hers. Yeah, I'm grateful that she introduced me to Donna. But that's about all I could stomach of her. She thinks that all men should just bow down and chase after her because of the way she looks. I watched Baywatch. And let me just tell you she was not the woman I was looking at, that's for sure. And even when I didn't see that episode with Iman... which, by the way, ended up with me spraining my right wrist and ruining the VHS tape after rewinding the same scene repeatedly her wet in a bikini pretending to splash in the water because she was drowning... I'd rather have watched David Hasselhoff's junk bounce up and down in his tight red shorts than watch anything that had to do with Pamela running on the beach.