Bad Day (Mötley Crüe)

The Worst Days

Mick and Tommy fell into an incredibly deep depression. Nikki had been gone for a few weeks now. Tommy rarely left his room, and the only reason Mick left his was to take care of Vince and his kids. Some days, neither of them could get out of bed.

They both started smoking a lot more, drinking a lot more... and the biggest scare was that Mick fell back into his old habits. Though, he managed to keep his composure in front of his kids.

Storm picked up on her dads moods. They often watched movies together, and snuggled together.

"I'm sorry I can't be here for you" Mick whispered. He brushed his thin fingers in her daughters hair.

"It's okay daddy" She said. "I don't like it when you're sad" she curled up in her father's lap.

"I'm trying, sweetie" Mick said quietly. "But it's hard" he admitted.

"I miss Uncle Nikki..." She sighed.

"Me too, honey" Mick hugged her tight.

They sat on the sofa for a while, watching whatever movies they had together. Vince came into the room and joined them on the sofa.

"Why don't you go lay down" Vince said quietly in Mick's ear. "I'll take the girls out"

"I'm okay" Mick leaned his head on Vince's shoulder.

"No honey... you're not" Vince said. "Go lay down" he said firmly, but gently. "You hungry babydoll?" He asked Storm, pushing some hair from her face. "Go getcha shoes on and we'll go wherever you want"

Storm nodded and hopped off Mick's lap. Mick looked up at his fiancé with rather empty eyes, them soon glossing over. He felt utterly terrible for leaving Vince to take care of the apartment and his kids.

"Not gonna let anything happen to you..." Vince whispered. "But promise me you're gonna work on getting better" he kissed Mick's cheek.

Mick didn't say anything. He knew he couldn't make promises like that, even if he wanted to. Vince kissed Mick's forehead and took his hands.

"Cmon" He held his hands out for Mick to take, and lead him to their room.

He eased Mick onto the bed and laid him down, giving him a few more kisses.

"I love you" Vince said warmly. "I'll bring ya back somethin, okay?"

"I love the way you treat them... you're so much better than me" Mick said quietly.

"You're my baby, and they're your babies, of course I'm gonna treat them, and you, so well. I love you, all of you" Vince held one of Mick's hands. "Y'know... I was right, those years ago, you do have the cutest kids"

"We have the cutest kids" Mick tiredly smiled. "Vinny?"

"Yes baby"

"I don't think Lizzie's mine..." Mick said quietly. "She'd be older... we uhm... we... before I met you, fuck..." he tried sitting up.

"Hey hey, lay back down" Vince soothed.

"We hooked up... but... she'd be older" Mick said, shame lacing his voice.

"We can get a test if you want" Vince offered. "It's okay, she's still ours"

"No test... she's ours" Mick smiled softly.

"She's ours" Vince kissed Mick's temple before standing back up. "I'm buying your daughters ice cream, and you're not allowed to say no" he teased. "I'll bring you some too"

"Love you" Mick said, starting to drift off.

"Love you the most, baby"

Vince gave him a warm smile before closing the door. Mick drifted off almost immediately.

He didn't sleep soundly for long, if he did at all. He groaned, twitched, and whimpered in his sleep. He rolled around as if he was looking for something or someone, and grew angry when he didn't find what he was looking for. He couldn't seem to wake up out of his nightmares. He wasn't even sure what he was looking for, or what he wanted. He ended up knocking stuff off his nightstand.

Vince returned with the girls a couple hours later. He didn't necessarily want to take Mick's kids from him like this, but he didn't want Storm to see her dad is such a poor state. But, it gave them a really good opportunity to bond with each other, especially with baby Lizzie. So they watched movies together while Vince French braided Storms hair, and ate popcorn.

"Vinny?" Storms sweet voice filled his ears.

"What's up babydoll?" He asked, still braiding her hair.

"Will daddy be okay?" She asked.

"I sure hope so, honey... I think he's just sad that Nikki isn't here" He hugged her, and she spun around to get up in his lap.

"Where do you think Uncle Nikki is?" She asked, resting her head against Vince's chest. He kissed her on her head.

"I dunno darlin... really wish I did..."

•••

Nikki felt so lost. Starving. He was surviving off whatever he found on the ground, cocaine, and heroin. He was in LA, but he didn't know where he was. He felt like the places were familiar, but he couldn't place anything. His shoes got stolen, so he was wandering with holes in his socks, and his jeans had holes in them, they were barely staying together. He was covered in blood, sweat, and several other substances he didn't want to think about. He felt tired.

He feels like shit.

He missed his family. He missed Tommy. But maybe they'd all be better off if he was dead.