"you're fucking crazy, liliana."
when an easily addicted girl meets the crazy bass player of mötley crüe, it's looks like a match is made in heaven. but what will happen when a guy from another band catches her eye?
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[WARNING: This chapter contains scenes of sexual abuse and rape. If you are not comfortable with reading this, please skip those parts or head on to the next chapter. I am in NOT okay with rape or any forms of sexual abuse. I only use a scene like this to emphasize the story.]
That night me and Nikki got to know each other very well. We talked about our interests, his band and my motorcycle.
We also got high as a kite. I don't recall how much weed was smoked that night, but I can assure you, it was a lot.
We hung out a couple of more times that week, getting to know more and more about one another. Hanging out always got combined with smoking pot, which I didn't mind one bit.
And I'm sure Nikki didn't either.
I like hanging out with Nikki. We have so much in common. We both love to smoke pot, drink until we're shitfaced, cars and motorcycles.
He's almost a male version of myself.
Taking a long, much needed drag from my joint, I collect all my things for work tonight. I walk upstairs and open Meghan's door.
"Hey Meg, do you work tonight?" I ask her. She was caking her face.
She turned her head to look at me, a smile growing on her face.
"Yeah, I do. But i've heard that Demi is sick so you have to do the Sexy Serving session tonight." she smirked. My eyes widened.
Sexy Serving is basically topless walking around while trying to serve drinks to customers.
And mind you, trying to serve is all you can do with the disgusting men groping you. She knows how much I hate that shit.
"Fuck man, can't you do it? You know I fucking despise doing that!" I said, growing irritated.
Taking another drag from my joint, Meghan was annoyingly waving her hands in the air to get rid of the smoke.
"Don't fucking smoke in my room, Lili! And no, I can't do it for you. We are already two girls short because of Kara leaving the club, remember? So I have to fill up the space." She told me, turning her head back towards her mirror.
I groaned in annoyance and walked out of her room.
Walking back towards the living room, I dropped my body on the couch and finished my joint. I had two hours left before I had to leave for work.
After laying on the couch for a good fifteen minutes, I decided to go do some grocery shopping.
Getting up from the couch, I grabbed my keys, before realizing that it's probably not too smart to drive my motorcycle in this state of mind.
Deciding on walking, I let Meghan know that I was heading out.
Walking over the Sunset Strip, I soon start to feel the effect of the weed hitting me. I was relieved to finally be relaxed again.
