It took an hour, but finally, Vince found me. I was transported from the arena in a cop car, and hauled to the jail. And there, I didn't even get a mug shot! They just threw me in a cell. As I sat there, crying silently, and thinking about how my luck couldn't get any worse, I heard running footsteps, and I looked up. I then heard a guy yell,
"Brooke! Brooke! Where are you!?"
I said, in between sniffles,
"Vince? Is that you?"
Sure enough, Vince showed up, and threw his hand on the bars, and looked at me.
"There you are! Are you okay?"
I stared at the wall.
"Yeah. Just...a but shaken up."
I looked towards the door, and seen Vince kicking it, and pushing on it. I looked at him, and he was clearly swearing under his breath.
"Vince?" I said.
He looked away from the door, and then at me.
"What baby?"
I immediately turned red, and stared at the floor. I then looked back up at Vince, who was still staring at me, and said,
"What the fuck are you doing?"
Vince smiled.
"Getting to you."
And he went back to work on the door. I watched him try to break open that door, and I couldn't stand it anymore. I got up from my cot, walked over to the door, and put my hands on the bars.
"Vince." I said. "Stop."
He stopped, and he entwined his fingers in mine. He leaned into the bars and said,
"I'm going to get you out of this shit-hole. You are way too beautiful to sit in here."
He reached his left hand in between the bars, and entwined his fingers in my hair. He then told me to stay there, and walked to go bail me out.
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A Night In Paris
FanfictionWhen 14 year old Brooke goes to Paris, France for a Mötley Crüe concert, her life is completely turned around when she meets the lead singer, Vince Neil. From serious romance, to going to jail, to even street-racing, this night in Paris is sure to...
