You're All I Need《Nikki Sixx || Mötley Crüe || The Dirt》

{Chapter Thirty-Nine}

⚠️Warning: Scenes depicting and/or mentioning domestic dispute/violence, and heavy drug use. Please read with caution if affected.⚠️

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*Mallory*

Tour soon ended and we were back in Los Angeles, in time for the wedding planning and final preparations.

Sharise and I are bridesmaids, Heather's sister being Maid of Honor, and were fitted for our dresses the same day we got Heather's wedding dress.

I tried to convince myself that reconciling with Nikki can be possible, but I'm starting to lose hope and believe that whatever fire burned between us has been fizzled out and dead for a long time, and there was no way of reigniting it.

He's so down the heroin pool, its like he's practically drinking it all with a garden hose. Hell, I think he actually even did do that, I don't know how.

It was a two days before the wedding and Tommy, once again, asked me to check on Nikki at home, since he was his best man, and also drop off his suit since he never showed up to pick it up.

Why I keep saying yes to Tommy everytime he asks me to do shit like this is beyond me.

I had taken some blow before leaving home so I was feel groggy and on edge when I arrived to Nikki's place.

Sadly my car was in the shop so I had to take a taxi here.

I decided it would be best to just leave my key here for good so once I unlocked the door, I tossed the key one the table and sighed when I saw the mess inside.

Its even worse than I remembered....

"Nikki!!" I called out. "Its Mallory, I come in peace!"

No response.

Damn it... He must be shooting up again...

"Nikki, Tommy wanted me to check on you!" I called out as I went upstairs. "The wedding is coming up, he doesn't want you to miss it! He also asked me to bring your suit!"

Nothing.

I walked into the bedroom, seeing it was empty and an even bigger mess than downstairs.

I went to the closet, knowing he must be there.

"Nikki, are you ever liste-"

All of a sudden was pushed against the wall of the closet and a barrel of a gun was at my face, a hand around my throat, making my blood run cold as I'm met with Nikki's dilated pupils.

Oh God, I can't even see the blues in them...!

"W-Who are you?" he growled.

"N-Nikki, w-what are you doing?" I stuttered in shock, my body paralyzed where I stood.

"How did you get in here?!" he snapped and I yelped as he pressed the barrel harder against my cheek, his other hand squeezing my throat a bit.

"Nikki, p-put it down, its me, Mallory, please," I begged as I felt tears fall down. "Y-You're hurting me, please...."

"ANSWER ME!!" he shouted, making me cry out as he then let go of my throat, only to then gripped my hair hard in his fist, hurting my scalp as he pulled.

"AAAHHH!!! NIKKI, PLEASE DONT, DONT DO IT!!! It's me, Mallory, snap out of it please, let me go!!!! NIKKI, PLEASE, LET ME GO!!! OH GOD, PLEASE!!!!" I sobbed as I prayed he didn't pull the trigger.

He blinked a few times before suddenly dropping the gun, releasing me and stepping back, still dazed.

I sobbed as my knees went weak and I slid down to the ground crying as he stumbled towards his dresser, and that's when I saw the mess before me.