wild side || tommy lee / motley crue

25. brought to light

07/02/1984

warning(s): drug abuse (y'all should be used to this now though i'll still put out a warning😭)

I had been woken up by an agonizing headache pounding in my head. Every single action that had taken place the night before, flashing through my mind. Somehow, someway, I managed to actually recall of every memory I made last night. The memories in fact, were not good. It was disastrous. The thought of fucking another girl's husband and then having his band mate—who was in fact, still in love with me—find out, crumbled me from the inside out. I never thought the guilt would be this bad up until this morning.

To make matters worse, the second i got up from the bed, took a shower and threw on some clothes including a jacket, what I found in the jacket's pocket instead of a lighter drove my heart to drop to my stomach. It was paper, a note.

As I opened up the slightly crumbled up, folded paper, I immediately recognized the handwriting. The handwriting was no one other's than Nikki's.

Before I could even begin to read it, I could tell it must've been placed there—in my jacket's pocket for a reason. I sure as hell knew it wasn't there yesterday. And what I was also sure as hell about, was that it couldn't have been something positive.

The second I begun to read the words written on it, I couldn't help but gulp. Two sentences in and my heartbeat increased by an insane amount.

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Journal: 6th february

She's done it yet again. I'm not too clear of which time it has been now, but it definitely wasn't the second nor the third. The pure hatred and envy has been eating me alive and I have personally got to put an end to it. It's now or never. Heather Locklear, Tommy's wife, is flying back to L.A tomorrow morning. I'm 99% convinced that there is going to be a dinner which includes all of us to be there, and I'm going to fucking tell her in front of everyone. No shame, no regret.
Valentina, if you're reading this, you better get your shit packed by the morning before your paramour's wife gets here and encounters you. This isn't a threat, just a reminder. Thought you'd prefer to acknowledge this before it's too late.
Good luck with your career as a fucking supermodel if you decide to depart from here, if not, then good luck with facing the fucking consequences.

Your worst enemy, Nikki Sixx

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This is bad. Like really fucking bad. For me, it's either now or never. Maybe this is a sign—a wake up call to pack my shit and go? Though, judging by what the time currently is, I'm assuming it's a bit too late.

I've got to confront Tommy about it before it's too late, if it already isn't.

"Tommy!" I call out, my fist banging on his door.

Approximately ten seconds later, he opens the door and faces me.

Thank god, I could tell by his expression that he hasn't found out about what is about to go down the second Heather gets here.

"Hey, you okay?" He asks me, concerned. He could tell by my expression that something was severely wrong.

"No. We've got to talk right fucking now." I state in a serious tone as he stands in front of me.