The very last thing that Christine Hill expected was the exponential success of Mötley Crüe-the band she loved to hate.
And she never would've surmised that she'd be dragged-kicking and fucking screaming, by the nape of her neck-along for the wilde...
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Warning: drug abuse
"Babe--Chris, come on. I'm alright! See," he lifted his arm above his head, wincing in horrific pain, as his previously dislocated shoulder was, officially, back in its socket.
"Okay, fine. You win. It hurts so fucking much."
I refused to say a word, I just opened the car door and slammed it shut once he got inside.
"You can't ignore me forever," he put his fully functional hand on my thigh, squeezing it, frowning when I smacked it away, and put on my sunglasses.
"Take this," I handed him two of the white pills from the bottle that the doctor gave to me, and a bottle of water from the vending machine. "And don't talk to me."
He leaned back and took the pills, looking out of the window the whole ride home. I was so pissed off with him, I didn't even know where to begin.
I had every intention of going in on him, but that was until I saw the sober, almost frightened, version of Nikki staring back at me once we got home.
"What happened?" I asked, sliding a glass of whiskey across the table and pouring myself a glass of wine.
"I crashed my car," he shrugged, shooting back the whiskey with a grimace, and popping two more pills into his mouth. "I was fucked up, and I crashed my car. I didn't mean to do it."
"I didn't say that you did, Nikki." I sighed out, turning to face him. "You need to be more careful," he nodded in agreement, not meeting my eyes for fear of seeing me so upset. "I don't want you to die on me. Not yet."
"Hey," he put his hand on my face, wiping away any tears that had fallen to my cheek. "I'm not gonna die on you, Chris. I love you too much to die on you."
That truly was the first time Nikki told me that he loved me, and I knew that he meant it. I knew that he meant it because he was sober, he looked me in the eye when the words came out, and he didn't even fumble or try to backtrack.
"I know Nikki, I know. I love you too. And that's why I'm so mad at you for this. I just didn't wanna lose you."
"I told you, you're not gonna lose me anytime soon babe," he grabbed at my hand, smiling softly, "I promise."
I nodded, kissing his cheek before urging him to get up. "I think you need to sleep now before your pain meds wear off."
"Come with me," he took my hand, "you need to sleep too. And I know that you're not a fan of sleeping alone."
