Nikki's Kid.

Theater of Pain Tour: Mutilation.

      Maggie yelled in frustration as she threw a lamp from the window of the New York hotel. The girl was furious. This was the last concert of the American tour, and she just got back from an interview that went terribly wrong. "Maggie! Open the door!" Doc shouted,  "Go suck Tom's dick! You fucking prick!" Maggie yelled, throwing a vase at the door as it began to open. "Jesus Maggie May! We didnt know that was going to happen!" Mick reasoned, Maggie laughed sarcastically before chucking the complimentary coffee pot at the door, "Oh fuck you Mick Mars! Why don't you go join Doc in sucking Tom's dick?! Since you're both being his little bitches!" The door opened, and Maggie threw the landline, Doc quickly dodging it. "Trust me kid! I've had to deal with Tommy Lee drunk and high off his ass. I can deal with you!" Maggie smirked, before chucking the other lamp at the managers head. Mick saving the man's ass from being knocked out with a lamp.

        Maggie huffed as she ran out of things to throw, "Why did you leave me alone?" Mick grimaced, "We didn't think Tom would let them bring up Razzle and Nikki like that!" Doc exclaimed, Maggie snarled picking up a pillow from the floor, "Fuck you Doc! You knew exactly what was going to happen when you let me walk into that interview alone!" Mick looked at the girl with sympathy, "Maggie we didn't know Tom had planned that interview to be just you." Maggie rolled her eyes, "you shouldn't have even let me go alone in the first place! You know how ruthless people are about Razzle and I." Doc sighed, "We're really sorry Maggie." The small girl felt a new burst of anger fill her chest, "Just get the fuck out!" Maggie yelled throwing the remains of a broken lamp at the men.

      Maggie sniffled as she sat alone in the destroyed hotel room. The interview was supposed to be all about life on the road with Mötley Crüe, but it quickly changed into something much deeper. The interviewer went from asking about who woke up first to asking how she was dealing with Razzles death. Maggie handled the questions gracefully, not getting too personal or revealing with her answers, however no one rescued her from the interview seeing as Tom was the only one there to 'supervise' the interview.

     The girl quickly got up and began pacing the hotel room. She gripped her hair tightly, before she let out a frustrated scream. Why was everything in her life so fucked up? Maggie grimaced, before glancing down at the shards of glass scattered around the room, she could end all this pain right now if she really wanted. Maggie sighed before grabbing her jacket, and leaving the hotel room.

       The girl found herself standing outside the hotel, smoking a cigarette. She watched the sunset blur slowly, her eyes filling with tears. "I cant believe they let them do that!" Maggie growled, stomping out the cigarette. She pushed through the double doors,  The Crüe stood in the lobby. "Maggie! We've been looking all over for you!" Maggie rolled her eyes, "Yeah right. Let's just get this over with."

      Maggie sat at the side stage, glaring at the floor. This concert was going great, and Maggie wanted to be anywhere else. She felt a hand land on her shoulder, the girl briskly shrugging it off, "Can I help you?" Brandi smiled softly, "I'm Brandi. I haven't gotten to talk to you much." Maggie rolled her eyes, "You're dating my dad." Brandi smiled, "I am, but I still want to get to know you. He talks about you a lot, ya know?" Maggie looked up at the woman confused, Brandi was different. All of Nikki's other flings played nice so Nikki wouldn't dump them, but brandi was actually interested. "I'm seven and I hate literally everyone but these four idiots , and a couple of others." The guys finished their set, and Maggie instantly stopped talking. Brandi sighed as she watched Maggie walk away with Mick. "Comeon Babe." She grasped Nikkis hand and allowed him to lead her away.

        Maggie hissed as she wrapped a bandage tightly around her wrist. Thank god it was getting colder outside, however she was screwed when they started the next leg in South America. "Maggie?" The soft knocking, made Maggie curse as she scrambled to clean everything up, " one second Mickey!" The guitarist sighed, "Well hurry up, I wanna talk about yesterday." Maggie sighed, pausing her motions to wash the blood off the glossy white counter. "You know better Mick. Tom is a fucking weasel, who thinks grief will sell. Imagine having sit through two hours of deep cut questions about your dead brother, and fighting with your dad? It fucking sucks, you guys can back out of interview whenever you want." Mick's laugh was muffled by the door, "You think it's that easy huh? Kid, it's a fucking nightmare for us too." Maggie sneered, before taking a deep breath, "You know what. You're right Mick. Sorry for being exclusive of your feelings." Mick sighed, "We have a fancy dinner to go to. Be ready in an hour, try to wear something glitzy." Maggie flinched as she heard the door shut harshly.