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

{Chapter Twenty-Two}

*Tommy*

Tour ended and Mal had packed her things and left her home. She was staying with Mick until the divorce gets settled.

However, its been hell since Nikki doesn't want to sign the papers.

He tried to talk to her, but she just shuts him out, so really nobody is winning.

We're all just glad that the press is completely in the dark about all of this. All they think is happening is that we faced some issues and we became too busy or something.

I did find out Roxy was the one Nikki slept with, but for some reason, I wasn't angry about it.

A bit more hurt, yes, but considering Roxy is gone, no use crying over spilled milk or whatever.

I do understand why Mallory kept it from my and it means a lot that she wanted to protect me from pain, but it also meant she had to go through pain herself for it, and I felt bad.

Right now Nikki was over at my place drowning his sorrow in booze with me.

I watched as he chugged down a third bottle, where as I was barely even halfway down with my first one.

He panted as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, laying on the couch.

"Just say it, T-Bone.... I messed up.... Real bad...." he mumbled.

"Nikki, man... I know MJ is like a first for you since we met, but I didn't think this would kill you or something," I frowned.

He sighed as he looked up, and I could have sworn his eyes were ALMOST watery.

"She's different from all those girls, even after everything we've been through," he said. "She could have walked years ago, but she didn't.... She saw something in me that wasn't some garbage runaway loser who couldn't even find his own fucking dad.... And I blew it...."

I sighed as I took a swig and moved over to sit next to him.

"Dude.... Mal just needs some time to breathe," he said. "This was all just a shock to her, and this divorce thing isn't making her feel better."

"For all we know Razzle probably is," he mumbled.

"Christ's sake, Sixx, they aren't even together," I said. "Look, I have a better idea. Do something you're good at."

He scoffed. "Like what?"

"Write her a song," I said.

He furrowed his brows and looked at me.

"We tour again next month. Write her a song, we can rehearse it, then play it for her," I tried.

He was silent as he stared at me with wide eyes behind his bangs.

"What?" I asked.

"T-Bone, why can't you be this smart all the damn time?" he asked.

"What, hey! Do you want my help or not!?" I snapped.

"Get me a pen and notebook," he said.

"You sure you can do it?" I asked, motioning to the bottle.

"Now, Tommy!" he urged, and I quickly shot up to my feet and hurried over to my room for some paper and a pen.

*Mick*

I just don't understand why you seem so nervous," I asked her as we sat in the living room having some drinks. "Yeah, what Nikki did was low, but he didn't do anything else, didn't hurt you physically or anything like that."