ೃ⁀➷ ❝ 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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𝗜 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗘𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗢 𝗕𝗬 rubbing his back while he smoked his cigarette.
"Whatever, I'll sort out my shit later. How're you feeling?" Milo exhaled the smoke, looking over at me with a small frown.
I shrugged, taking my hand off his back as I ran my fingers through my hair.
"What happened last night?.." I sighed, picking at my nails. I could hear Milo shift uncomfortably.
"What do you remember?" He cleared his throat, speaking softly and sweetly.
I shrugged, I didn't remember much. I remembered drinking, doing a bit of coke, and that was about it.
"Do you remember throwing up?" He leaned forward, trying to get a better look at my face—my expression—more importantly.
"Sorta." I nodded.
Oh god, what did I do.
"What did I do?" I groaned, preparing for the embarrassment to hit me.
"Uh, no...you didn't do anything actually." He awkwardly laughed, scratching the back of his neck. I noticed this, you couldn't not notice it.
"...What happened?" I spoke quietly, I was afraid of the answer.
"This—asshole—found you in the bathroom...offered you a drink, but he spiked it.." Milo spoke carefully, looking down at his hands.
No fucking way.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I exclaimed, standing up from the couch swiftly. Milo immediately looked up at me.
"Nikki got to him before he could do anything." He held up his hands in defence, which confused me a bit, but Milo was an interesting creature.
"What do you mean?" I looked down at him, my eyes widened as I picked at my nails.
"Nikki decked him, fucking broke his nose." Milo laughed, fishing through his pockets—pulling out a wallet.
"Jesus christ." I muttered as Milo plopped the wallet on the table, it flopped open—revealing a driver's license with a man's face on it.
"That's him, it fell out of his pocket on the way out." Milo leaned back on the couch, watching me as I picked it up—barely had any cash in his wallet.
Garret Burrows.
He's twenty-six, three years older than me. I sighed, pulling out whatever was in his wallet. Cash, a bit of change, and a folded piece of paper. Nothing special. I groaned, stuffing it back in the wallet and slipping it in my pocket.
"Did everyone else go home?" I looked around, I didn't see anyone else—when this wasn't even my apartment.
"Tommy, Vince and Mick are getting booze, but the rest of the band went home. I decided to stay, watch over you." Milo sighed, lighting another cigarette. "Nikki's in his bedroom, right?" He took a drag of his cigarette, stuffing his lighter back in his pocket.
I nodded, looking down at my clothing.
I really wanted to go home.
"Can we head home?" I sighed, running my fingers tiredly through my hair.
"Of course." Milo nodded, pulling his keys out of his pocket, standing up and making his way to the front door. I quickly ran into Nikki's room, behind as quiet as I could do I didn't wake him up, I swiftly grabbed all my things—heading out to the front door.
I kept my heels in my hand, there was no way I was wearing them. We made our way to his motorcycle, I placed all my stuff in the compartment, before hopping on. Immediately we were off. I sighed, leaning onto Milo. I felt like I could finally breathe. I shut my eyes, blocking out everything else in the world, just enjoying the moment.
Quickly we made it back to our house, the boys sent me a nod—obviously knowing about what happened—I instantly adventured off into my room. I sighed, stripping out of Nikki's pants, pulling on a pair of my shorts. Although I left his shirt on. I ran my brush through my hair, trying to clean myself up—at least a little bit. My black eyeshadow was smeared down my face, glitter specks all over my skin.
Jesus.
I washed my face, leaving a clean slate. It didn't last long though, immediately after I applied more black eyeshadow on my eyelids, and waterline.
I sighed, collapsing down onto my bed. I tried so hard to forget about it—to let it go, it didn't matter. Garret had a broken nose, that was more than enough. But I still felt angry, so angry I felt like I was going to explode. I screamed angrily into my pillow, which normally relieved some of the anger,
But this was different, it didn't help me at all. I sighed in frustration, standing up and began pacing around the room.
That's when I eyed Nikki's pants on the floor, the wallet that laid half out of his pocket.
The paper.
Immediately I snatched the wallet, flipping it open and pulling out the folded piece of paper. It had a bunch of times and dates on the paper, the title read 'The Rainbow'.
Holy shit.
This was a schedule, for work—I'm assuming. I grinned, checking the dates. He was working today...My eyes flickered over to my car keys. I cant. I shook my head, but then looked back over at the keys.
Fuck it.
— 𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
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