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

{Chapter Twenty-Eight}

⚠️Warning: Scenes taking place in a morgue ahead. If affected, please read with caution.⚠️
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*Mick*

"Where's Mallory?" Vince muttered into the phone.

After about two days in recovery for cracked ribs and some cuts and bruises, Vince was booked for involuntary manslaughter and reckless drunk driving. Doc has a lawyer already on the way for him, but he's still looking at jail time.

Right now me, Doc, and Sharise were visiting him in jail and talking to him.

I sighed. "She went with Tommy, Zutaut, Nikki and the rest of Hanoi to see Razzle before they shipped him back to London... Considering she's his... Well, was... His girlfriend, then she had a right to see him."

He let out a shuddered breath. "God... She must fucking hate me, what have I done?"

"Vince, right now, she's just thankful that you're not, dead, too," Doc said. "She saw your car, she nearly fainted and so did Sharise."

He kept his head down as we spoke.

"Vince," Sharise sighed.

"I messed up... I fucking messed up, I killed Razz, I hurt MJ, oh fuck," he said in a shaky voice.

"Vince, you need to calm down," Doc said. "We're going to do everything we can to help you."

"How!? You have some fucking reset button Doc?!" he shouted.

"Calm down, Vince," I snapped.

"Everyone thinks I'm a monster, a fucking murderer!!" he shouted. "And I think I really am... And so do you guys."

We were quiet when Doc suddenly spoke.

"It was a horrible accident.... A mistake.... You can redeem yourself from this," he said.

Vince sighed as he looked down.

"Mick...." he mumbled.

"What?" I asked.

He hesitated to talk, but still did.

"Why were you on the beach?" he asked.

I froze as I tried to keep it together.

"I-I remember vaguely.... You were laying on the beach the night of the party, by my house, b-before I left with Razzle.... You asked me to leave you there," He mumbled. "I-I listened, I know thay but ever since it came back to me, its had me all nervous...."

I pursed my lips before leaning in.

"We're gonna get you out of this, you hear me?" I said sternly.

He just gulped nervously and looked down as Sharise and Doc exchanged worried looks.

*Tommy*

Mallory refused to let go of his scarf. She held it close to her chest as tears streamed down her face. Its the last thing she had of him to hold.

We had walked into the examination room, a body on the table covered in a white sheet.

The coroner hesitantly held on to the sheet before sighing, then removing it.

Mallory sobbed out and looked away as Nikki and I froze on the spot, my stomach churning at the sight. Even Nikki started to almost look ill.

Razzle's face was covered in scratches from the glass, but the right side of his head looked bashed in, and he had a gash on his face too. He looked so pale, and had a massive bruise on his side, too, from where the car hit him.