Family Est. 1981 (Rebel Sixx / Mick Mars)

New Family?

Rebel sighed having enough of Sharon's mouth. All she did was talk like Mick was nothing and complain that everything was his fault.  Dennis was keeping his mouth shut, but Rebel could tell her Boss was about to blow. "Hey Dennis." His eyes snapped from the floor to Rebel. "Yea little Miss?" She glanced at Sharon, and her 'New husband' Chuck. "I have to go to  the bathroom, you think you could walk me-Please?" Dennis shot to his feet and held his hand out for the young girl to take. "Yea. Wouldn't want anything happening to you girly." 

Rebel really did have to pee, but she didn't want to go alone, not liking the way Chuck was watching her. She had a bad feeling, almost like she would get whenever Vince was staring, the difference between Chuck and Vince was- Rebel trusted that Vince wouldn't mess with her on any level other than annoying- But with Chuck she had a fearful feeling that he would touch her if he got the chance- Or worse.

 Dennis sighed at the bathroom and leaned on the wall. "Thanks kid, I needed away from her mouth before I punched her." Rebel smirked. "Me too. Hey- Could you stay here, I mean wait until I come out- I don't like that guy." Dennis made a face. "You got the creep vibe too?" She shook her head before glancing down the hallway. "I'm not going anywhere." Rebel smiled before she went into the bathroom. 

The Doctor finished his questions and left the room, going to put the word in for Stormy to have some tests done to see if she did in fact have the same diagnosis as her father.  Mick rubbed his face. not sure what to say or do. He remembered what it was like at seventeen to sit on the bed and get the bad news. He knew how it was like living with his problems, how hard it was to get out of bed some mornings- And that was the last thing he wanted for his daughter. 

Stormy hadn't really said more than a few words to him, or the Doctor and he was starting to really worry about her. "Hey-It's going to be okay." He said looking her over. She was sitting on the bed with her legs dangling off and her hands resting in her lap. Her eyes- The eyes she shared with her father, snapped up with tears threating to spill out. Mick didn't know what to do. He didn't know If she was about to cry from pain in her back or just her emotions. "I saw you on TV." She said in a flat tone. It was like she was trying to mask her feelings. 

"O-Oh yea?" Mick asked feeling guilt creep into his gut.  "Mmm." She hummed looking her father over. He didn't look the same. His hair wasn't the same blonde as hers anymore, and his face was clean shaven, even his clothing style was different than all the pictures she had of him. "Did you like the song?" He asked after some silence, not really knowing what to say. Stormy shook her head and sniffed. "No-Not MTV- I saw you and a bunch of people on the news." Mick sighed. "That one man, he pushed the news man down and took the microphone.  He went around and told about the band. The crew or something?" Mick blinked.

"Motley Crue honey, and that was the lead singer Vince- He's well um-Vince." Mick muttered not really sure how to explain the blond bomb to his daughter. "When he went to you- He called you Mick Mars and- Well I didn't even know it was you-Until Chuck said something and Mom started ranting about you." Mick wasn't sure who Chuck was, but he wouldn't put it past Sharon to rant and call him every bad name in the book. She even did it when they were together more at the end of there relationship anyway. It's funny how people can change in the blink of an eye. 

"The singer said that you and that girl were together- And that you had a baby. You have another daughter- A new family?" She asked heart breaking. "The woman is Joanna- But she goes by Rebel. I think you'd like her. She's the kindest woman I've ever met." Storm looked to the floor.   "I'm not trying to replace you Stormy, I love you and that's never changed! You just have a little sister now- Her names Frankie-." Storms head jerked up and Mick's heart broke. Tears were running down her red face. Mick stood up as fast as he could and crossed the space. He touched his daughters cheek, cleaning the tears.