Without you - Nikki Sixx fan fiction

Ch25 Forgiveness pt3

*******All warnings apply. In this chapter I put Brandy in this.

Nikki- When I got to the rehab center they frisked me. "I don't have
anything on me." I said getting a bit annoyed.

"Oh yeah then explain this Mr. Sixx?" I turned and seen the guy
holding the wedding band I had bought years ago. I snatched it from
his hand.

"That's my wedding ring you asshole."

He raised his eyebrows at me and looked around the room. "So is
Brandi Brant really your wife?"

"What? No. I don't even know who the hell she is."

"Sure you do. That's why she's sitting over there waiting on you." I
looked to see Ms. October sitting there looking board and filing her
nails. Larry rolled up beside me and crocked out through the side of
his mouth,

"Nikki we need to talk." I looked at him and we went off to some
room. The room that would be mine for the next 5 months. They had
cut our rehab down since we would have to be in the studio. Song
ideas were already running through my head but had stopped trying to
figure out why a playboy bunny would say I was her husband.

I sat on the bed pulling my legs up and tucking one underneath
me. "What's going on Larry?"

"I know you don't remember much of the tour. That girl claims the
two of you had a relationship. Got married in Vegas and is pregnant
with your child. When she came back here and seen Beth 7 months
pregnant and your limo outside of her house she set a bomb in the
living room to go off at the time Beth returned. Now I'm assuming
she's some wake nut because the guys clearly said you only fucked
with prostitutes or strippers and you always used a condom. Since I
don't know for sure it was her I have nothing to go on. Since you
were really fucked up during all this the only thing we have is the
guys word. Beth already knows all this cause when she was in the
hospital the cops recognized her name and started asking her
questions about her dad. I told them I was there in the end when she
shot him and it was a clear case of self defense. I think this girl
maybe after some bling, bling."

"A bomb. Some what? What the hell is bling, bling? Speak fucking
American to me Larry."

"I am it's a slang word for money. Damn Nikki you've been on the
streets of LA longer than anyone I know and you don't know the
slang."

"Not when you start talking thug shit to me. Uh god my head is
hurting. This is all to damn much for me to take in for one damn
fucking day. Can you get her to leave? Tell her I'm already married
so there for I couldn't of married her. I would of remembered if I
married a playmate, Larry."

"Oh yeah do you remember Beth drowning you the night before you
left? Or the woman you brought to your room while she was there
pucking in the bathroom? Or hitting her when she took your drugs and
told you she was pregnant? Do you remember any of that Nikki?"

"Yes, I remember all of it damn it. This is for me and Beth to hash
out and once its hashed I want it fucking dropped. There's no sense
in living in the past. Once all this is out there and we've fought
about it which I know we will then this will be done with. I will
not keep having my past blown up in my face everytime I turn around.
So, you tell Mrs. Brant to leave me and my family alone because I don't
know who the hell she is."

I looked up to see her standing at the door with this smile on her
face. "Can you leave us alone Mr. Flint?" Larry just stared at me
and I was growing mad but I wanted to hear what she had to say to me.
Why this woman who I never seen expect on the cover of a playboy
magazine say I was her husband. Larry rolled himself out of the
room. See when Larry talked it was a bit slow and mumbled out of the
side of his mouth from the wound he got when he was shot.

Anyway, Brandi pulled up a chair and sat in it. "I can't do this. No
matter how much money I've been offered after hearing the guys talk
about you and this Beth girl I just can't bring myself to do this."

"Spill it and you got 5 minutes to do so?"

"I meet this girl named Jenna. She told me you liked jacking off to
my playboy picture. She came up to me on Halloween and said if I
planted a note in your girlfriend's house that we ran off and got
married and was with your child she'd make sure I was set for life.
I had no idea there was a bomb in the house. So, Mr. Flint found my
note and the only way I could be a visitor was to continue the lie. I
need to talk to you to tell you I didn't know this woman was
pregnant by you. When I told Jenna I was not going to destroy
anything she cursed me out and said I'll never work in this town
again."