"We'll be fine. You wanna know why? Because were Nikki and Vanity."
She nodded, staring up at him with eyes full of hope and love. "...And we get through everything. We'll be okay."
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"Why can't you just not fucking talk to him! He clearly doesn't care enough about you!" Ryan berated Vanity, who just wanted to go to bed, "Can you just shut up? Please!" Vanity yelled, rubbing her temples and feeling close to exploding on him, which she didn't want to do.
"I just don't fucking understand why you gotta be all over him all the fucking time!" Ryan continued to shout.
Of course, they were arguing about Nikki. They haven't stopped arguing about Nikki since the band had gotten back from their tour. "What are you talking about! I haven't been all over him! You're being crazy!" Vanity shouted at him, wanting to rip her hair out as he wasn't making sense. "Why are you so worried about Nikki!? I'm here with you, Ryan! I'm your girlfriend!" She added on, as she tried to touch his face.
"You haven't fucking touched me, let alone gave me a kiss since we've gotten back! It's been two weeks! That's why I'm fucking irritated, just tell me it's about him!" Ryan argued back, raising his voice, "You won't even fucking look me in the eye, did that prick fucking do something to you!?" He questioned, stepping closer, "Answer me Vanity, if he fucking did something next time I see him I'm going to kick his ass." He growled, his thumb and forefinger rested against her chin as he made her look at him. Ryan noticed the tears forming in her eyes, "What did he do to you baby? Just tell me, please?" Ryan spoke softly as Vanity shook her head, her eyes looking at everything but his. "Damnit Vanity! Stop being hard headed what did that junkie fucking do to you!" He yelled, Vanity finally looked at him when he called Nikki that.
"I slept with Nikki when you were drunk."
"You had sex with him?" Ryan asked her, "It didn't mean anything I swear to you, Ryan. It just...it just happened, it didn't mean anything to me." Vanity pleaded, her hand trying to reach for his face but he took a step back.
"Babe...I'm so sorry, I just...he just...I don't know how to tell him no." Ryan let out a disdain laugh, "You just fucking say no!! It's not that fucking hard!! God, why are you so fucking hung up on this guy! He isn't that fucking great! But yet you just open your fucking legs to him like he hasn't done anything wrong! How can you be so fucking stupid!!" Ryan continued his verbal assault on her, "I don't know Ryan! It was just a mistake and I wish it didn't happen!" She choked back tears, "Please baby, I'm so sorry." Vanity begged him. Ryan ran his hand over his face in frustration.
"What does this fucking junkie do for you that I don't? Is it cause he has money and power?" Vanity shook her head telling him no, "Cause he doesn't fucking treat you very good from what you've told me, and yet you still act like a fucking slut for him." He said, voice full of rage, "I'm not a slut." Vanity cried, as she wiped her eyes, "Yes you fucking are! You're just like the girls he fucks daily! God, he probably gave you some fucking disease!!" Ryan yelled at her, "How could it be so easy for you to just open your fucking legs for him! I told you I fucking love you!! And you just let me say it knowing what you did!" Ryan yelled, his face turning a crimson shade.
