Motley Crue - You're All I Need (Vince Neil/Nikki Sixx/Tommy Lee/Heather)

64: Mama Weer All Crazee Now

~ Vince's POV ~

- two weeks later -

A couple of weeks seems like absolutely nothing when it's spring break. Or when your best friend is in town to visit. But other times, two weeks seems like two years. And that's how they've felt to me.

It's been two weeks since I've had any contact with Amanda. And despite my efforts to put her out of my mind, or to distract myself, I was completely failing. I was also completely failing at my sobriety, but that's an issue to discuss at another time.

It took everything within me to not check in on Amanda, because I knew that she wanted to move on. I just had a hard time processing that. It didn't make sense to me that through everything we've been through together, that this was what pushed her over the edge.

"Another drink, sir?" The bartender asked as I nodded immediately in response.

"What happened to sober Vince?" Stephen asked, finishing his own glass of whiskey.

"He died with happy Vince," I scowled, gladly accepting the fresh glass that the bartender set on the counter into the palm of my hand. It felt so damn right.

"You make me so sad, man," Stephen said.

"Well, I've just had my entire life fall apart before my eyes," I said, squinting my eyes shut as I finished off the entire glass of whiskey in the wink of an eye.

"Your life hasn't fallen apart," Stephen said hastily. "You're in one of the most successful rock bands of all time. Cheer up a little."

"I would," I said, growing more mopey as the alcohol started to cloud my mind with emotions that I did not want to feel right now. "But I'm fucking sad as shit, man. So just let me have my drinks."

"You don't think I'm sad?" Stephen asked, gesturing for the bartender to not pour me any more whiskey, and I frowned at him in response. "I lost the love of my life too, you know."

"Yeah, but you cheated," I said in a mean and drunk voice.

"So did you," Stephen said, baffled that I would even think of using that as an excuse to disapprove of his actions.

"Did not," I scoffed. "I didn't do anything. It just looked like I was cheating," I added lightly.

"Whatever you need to tell yourself," Stephen said, finishing off his glass of whiskey too.

I knew that I didn't cheat. Even if I had liked it, hell even if I had initiated it, it was only a damn kiss. I know it looked like other things were going on lower than the kiss, but how was I supposed to know that she was going to stick her hand down my pants? I didn't ask for it, and I didn't have the reaction time of a race car driver to push her away before anybody would see.

"Do you really think I cheated?" I asked suddenly.

"Amanda does," Stephen said. "That's all that matters."

"I already told her it didn't mean anything," I explained. "But she just won't believe me. I don't know what else I can do."

"Maybe that's really it," Stephen said. "Not all relationships last forever."

"But this one was supposed to," I said, putting my palm to my forehead and mentally slapping myself for ever letting that girl in the red dress even come near me.

"You two had a good run," Stephen said. "And you have a beautiful child that you'll have forever. But if she can't forgive you, then that's it man. There's no going back to the way things used to be."