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

{Chapter Sixxty-Five}

*Tommy*

The news spread like wildfire eventually.

The world now knew everything.

MJ was pregnant with Razzle's baby. She had a miscarriage not long after he died. She miscarries too easily due to genetics.

From what we could find out, someone had broke into her doctor's office, stolen her medical file and history, and then sold the whole thing

The worst part was some people thought it was Vince's fault, and sent hate his way, and its really affected him a bit, too, calling him a baby killer and stuff.

Nikki was on the war path, trying to control the press and figure out who the hell told them about MJ's condition and what happened.

Not many people knew about this, honestly.

The four of us did, and so do the girls. Doc knew. Razzle's family obviously knew, as did the guys from Hanoi Rocks. Sebastian and the rest of his band knew. And of course MJ's doctors.

That was it, basically, and everyone swore to keep it secret.

Poor MJ... She feels so bad, and hasn't even left her room since the interview. She won't eat, she won't talk, she's cried almost nonstop, barely sleeps at all, she won't even let Nikki touch her, or almost anyone...

Who could have been cruel enough to do this to my friend.....?

I sat on the couch with Heather as we watched the news watching as paparazzi was camped out in front of Razzle's home in London, guards posted around it to protect the family.

Apparently the press wanted a statement from Razzle's parents about the situation, but they obviously didn't want to put any comments. I can't imagine what this is doing to them, either.

"Those bastards... As if that family isn't suffering enough," Heather snapped angrily, making me rub her back.

Another one barricaded in his house was Vince and his family, since he had to hide from the press and their bullshit questions, and Sharise was also bombarded with questions, too.

He's MJ's best friend and not being there for her at this time is really getting to him.

Nikki then came downstairs, a plate of food in his hand.

"She's still not eating," he sighed.

"She's gonna get sick at this point," Mick sighed.

"Let me try," Heather said, getting up as Nikki handed her the food, then went upstairs.

Nikki sighed and paced a bit, looking upset. I can't blame him. MJ has gotten like this before, mostly because of working at the hospital and losing patients and stuff, but it was never this bad. She could even risk relapse at this rate.

Soon there was a knock and we froze as Mick then turned to me.

"Get me that fire poker, drummer," He snapped.

"Mick, no!" Emi scolded as I quickly grabbed the poker that was next to the fireplace, and handed it to him, while he went and checked the door, looking through the peephole.

"Its safe," he sighed with relief before quickly opening the door and four people stumbled in quickly.

"Fuck off, man!!" Rachel snarled as someone yanked his hair and he shoved them back hard before he and Andy slammed the door shut, Andy locking it as then rested against it.

"Bloody hell, they're like the living dead," Andy panted.

"Glad you can make it," Nikki said as Michael and Sebastian turned to us.