Same Ol' Situation || Nikki Sixx

Eleven ✩ Unveiled Heart

Days had passed since the confrontation in Brittany's dressing room, and the weight of my anger and confusion lingered like a constant storm cloud. 

I couldn't shake the sense of betrayal, the feeling that the person I thought I knew so well had kept such a significant part of herself hidden.

As I wandered the city streets, my mind replayed the heated argument. I trusted Brittany, and the revelation about her work in the strip club shattered that trust. But underneath the layers of anger, there was an undeniable ache, a realisation.

Unable to contain the turmoil within, I found myself standing outside Brittany's apartment. The internal struggle between my hurt and a growing awareness of my own feelings left me paralysed. 

Finally, with a deep breath, I knocked on the door.

Brittany answered, her eyes still reflecting the aftermath of our last encounter. "Nikki, what are you doing here?"

I hesitated before speaking, my voice cracking slightly and betraying the conflict within. "Can we talk?"

She nodded, and we settled into her living room. The air was heavy with unspoken words, and I knew I couldn't keep my feelings bottled up any longer.

"Look, Brittany, I've been doing a lot of thinking," I began, my gaze fixed on the floor. "I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. It was a shock, finding out about your work. But I realise now that I didn't handle it well, and I'm sorry."

Brittany listened in silence, her expression a mix of exhaustion and curiosity.

"I trusted you," I confessed, my voice a low murmur. "It hurt to find out you kept something like that from us, from me."

She nodded, acknowledging the pain I felt. "I get it, Nikki. I messed up, and I'm sorry for not being honest sooner."

The sincerity in her apology eased some of the tension in the room. "It's not just about that," I continued, my tone softer. "It's about... I don't know how to say this."

Brittany's eyes met mine, a glimmer of understanding flickering in them.

"I've been an idiot," I admitted, finally looking at her. "The truth is, the reason I got so mad, so hurt, was because... I care about you. More than I thought. And seeing you up there, vulnerable, it hit me. I was mad because I didn't want to see you hurt."

Brittany's expression shifted, a mix of surprise and something else. "Nikki, I—"

"No, let me finish," I interrupted, needing to get it all out. "I've been denying it, even to myself. But I can't keep pretending. I like you, Brittany. And maybe it's messed up, but I needed you to know."

The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of my confession hanging in the air. I looked at Brittany, uncertain of how she would respond, but there was a hint of vulnerability in her eyes that mirrored my own. 
-

I had tried quashing the feelings down to the point where I would forget about them, until I saw Brittany getting around with Tommy or Vince. My jealousy almost always ended up with me snapping and pissing off somewhere to drink or snort my emotions away. 

I had been an arrogant asshole to her, and could see why she mightn't even want to be around me after how I treated her the other night at Richie's.
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As the words lingered between us, I felt a mixture of relief and anxiety. The truth was out, laid bare in the open air of that dimly lit apartment. Brittany's expression softened, and for a moment, it seemed like she was searching for the right words.

"I... Nikki," she began, her voice a delicate mix of surprise and contemplation. "I never expected... I mean, you've been so distant, and then the argument, and now this."

Her vulnerability matched mine, a connection forming in the quiet aftermath of our shared revelations. The air was charged with unspoken emotions, and I found myself hoping for a response that could bridge the gap I had created.

Brittany took a deep breath, as if steadying herself. "Nikki, I appreciate your honesty. It's just... it's a lot to process."

I nodded, understanding the weight of the moment. The heaviness between us didn't dissipate, but at least we had laid bare the feelings that had been festering in the shadows.

Then, unexpectedly, Brittany's gaze met mine with a newfound intensity. 

"But, Nikki, there's something I need to admit too. I've been trying to ignore it, but maybe it's time to be honest."


I was intrigued, leaning forward on the armchair I sat in, meeting eye contact through my long bangs.

"I care about you more than I should. I've been pushing these feelings aside, telling myself they were just because we're friends, but maybe there's more to it."

Well that was unexpected.