My big brother's a rockstar (Motley Crue)

All alone

You and your big brother Frankie were sitting on the edge of his bed. Your mother was out in the living room entertaining her "guest"

You sat there watching him lazily kick clothes into a small duffel bag. He puffed his cigarette and stared at the floor. You reach for it and he smacks your hand away. You turn and look at your book bag on the floor in the corner stuffed with clothes.
"Where are we gonna even live?" You ask.
"Somewhere better than this place" he replied.

"Hey, what the fuck is going on in there! Frankie, you better not be smoking in my house!" Your clearly drunken mother yelled from outside the door. Her "guest then kicked the door causing it to fly open. The sudden sound and movement caused you and Frankie both to jump to your feet.
The man walked in and looked you up and down with a smirk. Frankie stepped forward

"Dont be eye-fucking my sister asshole!" He shouted at the man
"WHAT YOU THINK YOU'RE ALL GROWN UP NOW?" The man yelled slapping the cigarette from your brothers hand, they both got right into each others faces. Your mother yelled at them both now. You snuck out and watched from the hall. The man punched your brother causing him to stumble. You gasped as you two made eye contact. Frankie ran pass grabbing your hand rushing for the door. You were both outside now and he pulled you along the empty cold road.

"Wait...wait" you complained
"We left our bags....i dont have a jacket....we have no money..."
Frankie ignored you and continued walking with a tight grip around your wrist. "Are you listening...let go!" You pull away.
"What the hell is your problem? I'm trying to do something good for you!" He finally spoke. You just stared while pouting. He sighed and wrapped his arm around your shoulders and you two began to slowly walk again.

"I'll figure out something y/n...i promise"
You nod and keep a steady pace.

~time skip a few weeks later~

You've been sleeping from house to house and park benches.
You got a job as a bar-girl but of course Frankie didn't like it, so you were forced to quit.

It was a late wet night. Frankie had a bottle of Jack Daniel's and was drinking it straight as he puffed a cigarette. With the little bit of pocket change he had he went up to a pay phone and dialed a few numbers.

"Who are you calling?" You ask as you stand by his side
"Shh" he hushed you as the phone rang. Then someone answered
"Hello?"
"H-hi....is this...Frank Feranna?" Frankie asked nervously
"Who is this?" The man replied
"Uh...hi, Mr. Feranna,this is your son...Frank jr."
"Is...is that dad" you said stepping closer "if it is can i say hi? Frank...frankie give me the phone!"
You reach as he turns away blocking you.

"Dont ever call here again" the man says before hanging up. Frankie slammed the phone down and walked away. "...well, what happened?" You asked tearing up. "That's what i get for chasing ghosts" he said not even looking back. He took a sip of the liquor then threw the bottle down.

~time skip a few months later~

Your brother was now apart of this really cool group called."London"
He played base. He even changed his name to, Nikki Sixx. How cool.
I worked as a bartender at the whiskey and go go.

You guys had a small crap apartment not too far from there. Tonight is the night of a big performance. The place is so tight and packed you feel like a sardine. You step out to get fresh air and see your brother walk up, he hugs you and kisses your forehead.
"Good luck" you smile.
Thats when the lead singer walks up and hugs you as well, but his hands got a little friendly.

Nikki grabs him by the wrist and drags him inside. You giggle and hug the rest of the band wishing them all good luck. You decide to go across the street to a small diner. You sit at a booth and order a lemonade. You sit and read a paper when some time passes and soon Nikki walks in with his nose all bloody. He walks over and sits across from you.
"What happened...?" You asked having a slight idea.

"Let's just say the singers an asshole" he replied. You take a napkin and wipe up some of the blood around his nose"
"Ow idiot, that napkins rough, that hurts!"
"Sorry..." you spoke softly.
The waitress walked by and gave him an ice pack. He orders some food and a coke with Jack. She gives him his order and he drinks the liquor straight. He reaches over taking the paper from you. He looks through it carefully.

"We need a drummer..." he trails off.
Before you can reply some tall lanky man walks up and taps your brothers shoulder. "Hey man, that was badass" he said with a smile
"...i mean the show not the...nose.."
Your brother gives a small smile while nodding then goes back to the paper clearly annoyed.

"I have your poster on my bed room wall..." the man says, then you can tell he mentally face palmed right after looking away.
"Take the fucking poster down kid, London's over" said your brother still staring at the paper.
The man turns to you "oh..your girlfriend?" He askes

"Sister" Nikki replys, the man smiles at you.
"My off limit, little sister" he added.
The man slowly nodded while looking at you. "Well, I'm Tommy" he said. He sat down beside you. Nikki watched his movements carefully then went back to the paper. Tommy pulled out a drumstick then pointed, " for your next band, you should get that guy, he looks cool" Tommy smiled.

"Do you carry those things with you everywhere?" Nikki asked.
"Yea" Tommy said while twirling his drumstick.

"Where'd you learn to do that?"
Tommy slowly stopped, "highschool marching band, but hey man, i rock too" he began to twirl his stick again.
You and your brother exchanged a glance and smiled at Tommy.