ೃ⁀➷ ❝ You're in the [ 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 ], I'm in the [ 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 ]. Nobody's [ 𝐬𝐨𝐧 ], nobody's [ 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 ]. ❞ - Lana Del Rey
Sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll. Violet Vienna and Nikki Sixx, two broken halves, who fit perfectly. Although they claime...
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"𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗣𝗜𝗘𝗖𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗧!" Nikki pounded him in the face, shoving him against the bathroom wall, before winding his hand back and strikes him again. It didn't take long for a crowd to appear, my body, still feeling numb as ever, restricted me from doing anything. Although I remained silently crying on the floor.
Blood dripped all over the bathroom floor as Nikki bashed his face once again.
"Yo, Nikki what the fuck?!" Tommy frantically ran into the doorway, his eyes went from me, to the cup, and then back to the guy. It didn't take a genius to put it together.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Tommy fumed as him and Nikki grabbed the guy, shoving him harshly out of the bathroom, as he fell onto the floor.
I remained there, leaning against the counter on the floor. Silently crying. That was until Jett ran in, grabbing my shoulders.
"What happened, Violet?" He spoke softly but also firmly.
"He...he spiked my drink." I mumble, squeezing my eyes shut. My body still felt numb, but it was slowly wearing off.
Jett was silent for a while, but when I opened my eyes I could see the rage that filled his eyes.
"Get the fuck out! All of you!" I heard Nikki shout, as I heard a bunch of clattering. Probably people clearing out of the window.
"He's fucking dead." Jett fumed, as his jaw clenched. I didn't argue, I wanted him dead too. Jett's gaze softened—only by a bit—as he pulled my arm over his shoulder, his hand going around my waist to hold me up.
He held me up as he dragged me out of the bathroom.
"Where can I bring her?" Jett asked Nikki, and the rest of Mötley.
"Just...my room." Nikki seemed pissed as looked down at his fist, that was covered in blood. Jett nodded, dragging me down the short hall. He pushed opened the door, it was messy, but I didn't care, anything was better than nothing.
He laid me in Nikki's bed. "Just stay here." He muttered.
"It's not like I can move." I attempted to make a joke, but Jett just looked at me, lowering his head and pushing out the door, shutting it behind him.
I laid there for what felt like hours, but in reality, it was probably ten minutes. The door creaked open as I frantically looked at the door, Nikki slowly walked in. His eyes were on me the whole time, softly he approached the bed, sitting on the edge. He didn't say anything, but all he did was grab my legs, and pull them into his lap. He began unzipping my platform heels. He pulled my heels off smoothly and softly.
"Do you want to get changed?..." He whispered, looking back at me. I hesitated...I just felt his hands on my waist, pulling at my underwear.
"I don't..." I shake my head, as he sends me a sympathetic look.
"It's okay if you don't want to." He whispered, as I interrupted him.
"No...I do..." I whispered, as he looked at me, he seemed surprised. He nodded, slowly standing up, and pulled out one of his t-shirts from his closet.
"Do you want help?" He approached me, handing me the shirt, I couldn't help but notice his bloody knuckles.
I nodded, my body was so numb, slowly he helped me up, by my arms. He held onto me, as he helped me pull down my dress. My dress fell to my ankles, as I tried and kick it away. After I kicked it away, he sat me down on the bed.
Slowly he slipped his shirt over my head, untucking the hair from my shirt. He even helped me with my necklaces, he knelt down in front of me, adjusting my necklaces so the clasps were facing him. His face was inches away from mine, as he took each necklace off, one by one. As he removed the last one, his face remained close to mine.
"Are you okay?..." He whispered, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.
I nodded, numbly. I didn't feel much of anything. I'm just there in my childhood bedroom, with my stepdad.
"Is your hand okay?..." I spoke, my voice barely above a whisper. He shrugged it off with a slight smile.
"Get in bed." He tapped my hip, as I scooted in bed. He pulled the covers over me, he kissed my forehead, sending me one last glance. Nikki went to leave, but I impulsively grabbed his arm.
"Stay..." I whispered, looking up at him with a frightened look. "Please?..."
Nikki looked down at me, sending me a sympathetic look, as he rubbed my arm.
"Okay...okay..." He nodded, sliding into bed next to me. As he slid into bed, I felt relieved but still...odd.
I stared up at the ceiling as Nikki did the same, as he massaged his knuckles. The room remained quiet and dark, not an awkward quiet, a comfortable silence.
"Nikki?" I whispered, looking over at him. He turned towards me, looking me in the eyes.
"Yeah?" He softly spoke, kindly, I'd never heard Nikki speak so...sweetly.
"Thank you." I slightly smiled, fiddling with my fingers. If he hadn't been there...I don't even want to think about what could've happened.
"For what?" He whispered, turning on his side, so he's facing me. I followed, doing the same.
"Being there." I nodded, as he softly smiled. His gaze was soft, and his voice was sweet.
"Why wouldn't I be there?" He whispered, looking at me with slight confusion.
I shrug, thinking about things for a moment. My mind was racing, I was thinking about the guy, my stepfather, Nikki, Jett. My mind was all over the place.
"What's going on inside your head?" He nudged me, as he whispered with a small smile.
"Hold me?" I spoke quietly, as he didn't bother to hesitate. He wrapped his arms tightly around me, rubbing my back as I nuzzled my face in his shoulder. I felt so...loved. So safe. I began to tear up.
"I was so scared..." I slightly sob, as Nikki continued to rub my back. He whispered sweet nothings to me as he rubs my back.
"I'm here...I'm here."
— 𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗬 𝗢𝗡𝗘 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
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