wild side || tommy lee / motley crue

21. wrong person, wrong time

30/01/1984

I open my eyes from a long exhausting cocaine-induced slumber and find my strung out black-haired boyfriend laying next to me. I can't remember shit from the previous day. Not being able to fall back asleep by the sound of Nikki tossing and turning on my side, I decided to get out of the building for some time, getting fresh air.

I changed my clothes to a short Ed Hardy denim miniskirt and Nikki's leather jacket that had been thrown on the ground from the previous night that I have no memory of. The jacket almost consumed me as it was too large for my fragile frame but that's what made it so likable. Plus, the smell of Nikki's cologne attached to it.

I took the elevator down to the main lobby of the apartment building and made my way out without bothering to tell anyone about my departure. What I also didn't bother was putting on any makeup. I wasn't going out, I was just taking a walk outside for some fresh morning air. I waltzed down the streets and stopped in my tracks for a mere moment to light a cigarette as Nikki always had a pack and a lighter in his jacket's pockets.

Noticing the local record store I always stopped by for a find on my left, I decided to step in and have a look around to see if anything new and launched.
The bell on top of the door rang as I took a step in and walked across the little aisle to the psychedelic rock section.

I'd probably already spent about fifteen minutes snorting through the vinyls when I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder. I quickly whipped around and came face to face with the same man that I had slept with the previous night and as a matter of fact, for the past several weeks now.

"Morning, Val" Nikki exclaimed, wrapping his arms around me.

I shifted in his hold, attempting to hug him back as delicately as possible. After all, I was fully satisfied with having at least one person care enough about me to come looking for me at nine in the morning.

"How'd you know where I'd gone off to, Nik?" I questioned him, my plump lips curling up to a warm, welcoming smile.

"My first guess was that I'd find you here for some reason." He replies, removing his arms from my waist.

This record store was his first guess because whenever we'd be either going somewhere on foot, I'd insist to take a look inside. I was fascinated by vinyls, being a girl who owns at least a hundred of them.

"Want to stop by a café and spend some time together?" I ask him hopefully, thirsty for some iced coffee.

"Nah. I'd rather us go back home so I can chug a bottle of Daniels and fuck you." He denied my cordial offer and stated the obvious. Should've known that.

Nikki was never much of a romantic. He was in it for the lust, not for the quality time we could have the privilege of spending together. And no, don't get me mistaken, I've never been much of a romantic either. I'm not the sort of girl that would send you a bouquet of roses on your doorstep to show you my deep and never-ending devotion. But I do indeed like to spend some time with the people I love or more precisely feel some sort of attraction to.

We scurried through the empty streets, being as it is 9 in the morning. He clicked the button of the elevator to reach our floor as soon as possible, holding my warm hand in his the entire time.

"Here we are, home sweet home." He holds out the door to the apartment for me, letting me in.

The thing is, I really didn't want to have sex with him at that particular moment for many reasons.
1) I was exceedingly tired. Exhausted even. 2) It was nine—almost ten in the fucking morning. 3) I more so felt like smoking a blunt of crack and a few cigarettes on the sun-lit balcony instead of fucking him. How was I going to get myself out of this situation? I have no fucking clue.