The Dirt (Your Version)

Chapter 10- Scars are beautiful

Even months after the tragic car accident, it was difficult for you to recover from the fear and grief you felt. Vince was a total mess between his guilt and forced sobriety due to his jail release conditions. Your brother was trying, but he was struggling.

Arriving at the studio nearly three months later had you filled with mixed emotions. The scars had healed and faded in colour but were still prominent against your skin.

Tommy was the only one at the studio when you walked through the doors and instantly greeted you with a tight hug.

You melted into the drummer's arms and hugged him back just as tightly not wanting to let go.

Tommy was safe. You felt safe in his arms and after what happened, you needed that comfort, and he must have sensed it too because he held onto you for a few long minutes without saying a word.

"I'm sorry I haven't been around lately. Heather has-"

"Don't." You whispered, pulling away and looking up at him. "You don't need to apologise. I've been fine."

His hazel eyes softened, "are you okay though?"

You shrugged your shoulders hating how you could feel tears burning in the back of your eyes at that question.

You had been able to hide your emotions from Vince all these months, not wanting to cry in front of your brother and worry him. You had spent so long bottling up your feelings that a simple question from Tommy had those feelings spilling out involuntarily.

"Hey, talk to me." Tommy said gently noticing the tears rising in your eyes.

You shook your head and looked away, blinking back the tears.

"I can't go on stage anymore." You whispered, your voice catching in your throat.

"What are you talking about?"

"My face looks like a fucking roadmap. I can't... I can't be Mötley's backup singer looking like this."

"That's bullshit." Tommy insisted before he lifted his hand and cupped the side of your face gently turning your head towards him. "You're beautiful, Y/N. Those scars don't change that."

Your eyes locked with his warm hazel ones as he smiled softly at you before lowering his hand. You fought the urge to chase his touch, missing the contact instantly.

Suddenly, the studio door squeaked open, and you glanced over your shoulder to find Mick Mars walking inside but the older man paused when he saw you for the first time since the accident.

"Shit, kid." He sighed walking over and pulling you into a hug without hesitation.

The embrace caught you by surprise. Mick was never a hugger, but you didn't waste any time in hugging him back though. The studio door opened once again just as you and Mick pulled apart while Nikki strolled inside.

"Hey." Nikki greeted, not really looking at anyone closely as he dumped his notebook and stack of loose papers filled with lyrics on the table across the room.

"Hey, man." Tommy replied.

Nikki scanned over his papers quickly ensuring they were all there before he turned and faced the three of you. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words died in his throat when he saw you for the first time since dropping you off from the hospital all those months ago.

"Hey, Sixx." You greeted giving him a small nervous smile.

Nikki was always good at masking his expression, even now as he took in the faded scars for the first time, he didn't allow his emotions to show.