𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ✄𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐱

✄ 5 ✄

Clark Street, 1981.
(Gwen's point of view)

Ever since that night at the Whiskey, I've been hearing the name Nikki Sixx all over town. His name seem to spread like wildfire, but I knew not to let it consume me with its embers.

Him and his band seemed to be the talk of the town after they performed at the Whiskey. I've been hearing about his performances at my job from customers and from some other employees of the bar. I will admit, it's sickening me that I had to reject him, but I wasn't going to let some big scary man take over my life.

I was at home watching television, waiting for Chrissy to come back from her date with Mick. After they met at the bar, they exchanged numbers and talked for a bit about their date that was happening today. It was a nail biter, but she had finally arrived around four o'clock in the afternoon once she had finished her date with Mick.

The second she walked through the door with a small smile forming on lips, I cleared my throat in interest of what happened on the date.

Chrissy looked at me and still held her smile, but I could see the pink overtaking her cheekbones the second she saw me.

"It went well." She said.
I could see her trying to hold back her fits of giggles in her throat. It was amusing, but not as amusing as the purple mark just above her clavicle.

"Oh," I chuckled, staring directly at the mark. "I'm sure it went more than well." I smirked.

She wasn't oblivious to my smirk. She knew that I had saw her love bite on her shoulder.
"Shut the fuck up." I heard her mutter, still with her gleeful smile.

Before either of us could utter another word, she walked through the living room and into the hallway to go to her bedroom.

"By the way," She started. "Mick invited us to a show tonight at the Starwood." She said from her room.

"Do we have to go?" I asked, picking up the big box shaped remote from my side and flipping through the channels.

The first person I thought of was Nikki. How he talked to me was uncalled for. He should really learn how to speak to people in a respectful manner rather than treat them like shit.

"Well," She dragged out. "Mötley Crüe is going to be performing for most of the time, and I'm going to be alone until they're done."

I didn't say anything. Today was my day off and I really wasn't looking forward to spending it with that band. I didn't change my mind until Chrissy came out of her room with a pouting lip and pleading eyes.

"Please?" She asked, putting on her best show as the begging dog. "I promise I won't let Nikki talk to you the way he did the last time."

I closed my eyes to ignore her, but I could hear her begging through my ears.
"Please, please, please!" She said over and over.

It was like something heavy was in my chest. It was so unbearable that I had to give in to her begging.
"Alright! Fine!" I said, abruptly. "I'll go with you!"

It was like my life flashed before my eyes. All I knew was that getting up from that couch was a mistake.

Chrissy took me into her room and practically played in her makeup for what felt like hours. I never was a fan of makeup. I was all for natural beauty, but Chrissy overlooked my interests and continued to apply all kinds of makeup on my freckled skin.

It felt like forever. After getting dressed in one of the most tight fitting shirts Chrissy could afford, I was practically suffocating. Don't get me wrong, I loved Chrissy, but it's moments like this where I feel like choking her as tight as this shirt was around my breasts and arms.

"Perfect." She breathed, shoving me in front of a full length mirror.

I looked like a groupie, and not the good kind either. I looked like one of the groupies you could easily have sex with. It was painful to look at my blue eyes behind the thick line of eyeliner, but at least my skin tone matched my neck.

"I know you're not comfortable with it." I heard Chrissy say. She must have sensed my discomfort with the look. "But its only for tonight then we can cut up the shirt or burn it. What ever you want." She said.

I glanced at her through the mirror and pulled up my denim pants as if they weren't high waisted enough.
"It will do for tonight." I huffed, turning to the side to check how bloated I was.

Not that bloated, but I could tell my period was coming soon. After checking my slightly bloated stomach, I turned to Chrissy and looked at her outfit that was similar to mine, but she had more of an innocent look than mine. She always wore pastel colors that were so bright and cheerful, meanwhile I always wore any color that ranged from black to soft blue.

"What time does the show start?" I asked.
"It starts at seven when the Starwood opens." She responded as she sifted through her thick pile of makeup on her vanity to find her favorite peach lip balm.

I sighed and thought this was going to be a long night, but what I didn't know was that it was going to more concerning than I thought.