The Dirt (Your Version)

Chapter 7- No Going Back

Trigger Warning- Mentions of past child abuse

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Slowly you opened your eyes and found yourself lying on a couch in a dark room.

"What..." You mumbled struggling to figure out what was going on as you blinked in effort to clear the blurriness.

"Easy. Easy. How do you feel?" Vince's voice whispered before he appeared beside you with a glass of water and a sad but relieved expression. "It's okay. You're in my dressing room. You passed out."

Frowning in confusion you glanced around the dark room and realised that, yeah, you were in your brothers dressing room. He had turned all the lights off except for a small lamp across the room which had been pointily shifted, so it wasn't in your line of sight.

Your head was aching, but it was no longer thumping in a sharp pain, so you were silently grateful for that.

Wait, did Vince say that you passed out?

"You scared the crap out of like 30,000 people tonight." Your brother explained.

Oh, God. You fainted on stage?

Vince smiled softly noticing your sudden embarrassment and he shook his head.

"Don't worry about it."

"I can't believe I did that." You sighed, covering your face with your hands. "I'm sorry for ruining the show."

"None of that. You didn't ruin anything. The fans still got their show afterwards."

You lowered your hands from your face and glanced over at your brother who held out the glass of water with a questioning look.

"Thanks."

Carefully you sat yourself up, the room momentarily spinning, and Vince must have noticed too because he grabbed your shoulder as you sat there and blinked until the room came to a halt.

"You with me?" He asked carefully.

"Yeah."

You grabbed the glass with shaky hands and took a small sip while Vince remained knelt beside the couch watching you worriedly.

"Want me to grab an icepack for your head?"

"You don't have to-" You began to say knowing you had caused him enough trouble as it was, but he was already on his feet and out the door before you could finish the sentence.

You sighed and leant back against the couch and a few seconds later the dressing room door opened slowly, and Tommy stuck his head inside.

"You're awake!" He called out happily causing you to wince at the loud volume of his voice and he quickly put his hand over his mouth in realisation. "Sorry. Sorry."

"It's okay."

"How are you feeling?" He asked, walking into the room with Mick following.

"Better." You answered honestly.

"Shit, kid. You gave us one hell of a fright." Mick admitted.

"Sorry."

"Don't apologise, dude. We're just glad that you're okay." Tommy reassured, glancing over his shoulder to where Nikki was leaning against the doorframe.

"C'mon, we should let her rest." Mick said, patting Tommys back before the two of them walked out the room.

Nikki stepped to the side allowing them through the door before he leant back against the doorframe with his arms folded across his chest. He didn't say anything for a moment, his smoky eyes glued to yours from across the room and if you weren't mistaken, he looked a little shook up.