wild side || tommy lee / motley crue

24. closer to the edge

warning(s): smut, drug abuse.

-nikki's pov-

After locking myself up in my bedroom the entire day, I had ran out to the local bar for the evening to find myself a groupie for the night but what I had encountered didn't wash any of the pain away. She had quite literally stabbed me in the back.

I brought my notepad and pen with me to the bar as i stride my way towards the bathroom to shoot up and write about the very girl that had just betrayed me.

I slid down the wall in the stall of the dirty bathroom, grabbed a needle and the liquid heroin inside a small jar that I at all times carry with me and shot up. Again.

I could physically feel the liquid rushing through my veins, taking over me. Pure elation had washed all over my senses.

As the pure ecstasy and high kicked in, I grabbed the notepad with my shaky hands and begun to scribble down my thoughts, barely able to even see the paper as me vision started to blur.

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Journal entry: 6th february

Valentina, the breathtaking blonde girl I once and to this day love so much stabbed me in the back. I can feel my stomach physically churning and the pang of betrayal that washed over me the second I found out, hasn't made it's departure yet. In fact, I'm not sure if it ever will. I caught her with Tommy. Tommy fucking Lee. The drummer of my band. And here comes the concern; somewhere deep down in my core, I knew this was going to happen. I just never cared to admit it. But something inside of me just knew that eventually, she would go and fuck around with Tommy.
And I knew exactly why she did it. I mean, who the fuck wouldn't? He's gorgeous. Fluffy and long dark brown hair, astounding dark eyes and the shape of his face? Jesus fucking christ. He is the human representation of a God. And damn, do I wish I was him. I would get all the girls in the world and with looks as such, I could never take my eyes off of the mirror. Valentina and Tommy match together. They've both got the looks that kill.
And boy, do I hope that his looks'll kill him.
Tommy fucking Lee is a dead man walking to me.

Nikki Sixx, 1984

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I finished emptying my head of thoughts and leaned my head against the stall's wall behind me, letting out a loud sigh. I exited the bathroom and entered back into the bar, going up to the first tramp-looking woman I set my eyes on.

This is going to be a long night.

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-valentina's pov-

Nikki had left the apartment and I knew damn well he wasn't going to return anytime soon. It was now midnight, me and Tommy had snorted some crack together for at least what might've been an hour, beguiled out of our minds. We let the time pass by as we were busy discussing about a lot of things; personal relationships, the reputation of the band, new ideas for the band's future shows, etcetera.

It was all fun and games until he started conversing about Nikki and I. And don't get me wrong, I didn't give a single fuck about Nikki so I had no problem whatsoever talking about him and taking his name in vain.

"What, you and Nikki were seriously in a relationship?" He asks me while snorting another line of crack, both of our faces and bodies completely numb. And so were our feelings.