Deleted Scenes: Gateway Drug

Deleted Scenes: Gateway Drug | "The Pastor Delivered Quite the Message"

"The Pastor Delivered Quite the Message" -- [1981]

"Shit, shit, shit." I curse to myself, hurrying to pull my panties back on as I eye the clock in Nikki's room while he chuckles, sitting up on the ratty mattress on the floor. 

"Is that the distant cousin of what you were just screaming three minutes ago: 'fuck, fuck, fuck'?" He asks smartly.

"Cut the crap, Sixx, night service ended fifteen minutes ago. If I'm too late to the house, my parents will know I didn't go and will start grilling me and then you'll never get to hear me scream anything again because my mother will kill me." I state and he gets out of bed and pulls his pants back on while I'm getting my shoes on, grabbing my jacket and my purse. "Where's my keys?" I ask him next, slight panic in my voice. "Nikki, where are my keys, I put them right here with my purse and now--" 

I quit talking when I hear him jingle my keys behind me, and I turn to see him standing, leaned against the wall with my keys in his hands, a smug smirk on his face. 

I sigh out in relief, stepping to him, reaching for my keys but he pulls his hand back. 

"Ah, ah." He raises his brows, scoldingly, and I roll my jaw. 

"I don't have time for your games, Nikki. Give me my keys." I demand. 

"Ask nicely." He cuts his eyes at me, teasingly, and I roll my jaw. 

"May I have my keys, please?" I humor him but he still doesn't give them back. "Nikki--"

"--Nicer." He chuckles and I reach for them anyway, but he keeps them out of reach. 

"Nikki," I start, wrapping my arms around his bare torso, smiling prettily up at him, "can I have my keys back, please?" I add some sarcastic blinking to finish with a cherry on top and he smiles deviously, hugging me to him, his lips brushing against mine, his fingertips brushing against my back as he replies, "'please', what?" 

My face turns bright red and I swat at his chest as he starts laughing. 

"I am not calling you that outside of sex. Ever. So do not start." I tell him, unable to hold back my smile as he hands me my keys but grips my wrist, pulling me to him to give me a kiss. 

"Goodnight, don't speed home, I'll see you later." He tells me and I nod, kissing him chastely one last time before rushing to my car, hoping I don't run into Vince and Tommy in the parking lot. 

When I get home, I'm quickly getting out of my car, but also trying to do so quietly, incase by chance my parents went to bed before church service got out.

I'm hoping that's the case as I unlock the door and tentatively open it, careful not to do it too quick or the hinges will squeal. 

All the lights are off, and I thank God before closing the door, taking my shoes off and tip toeing to the stairs. 

As I get to the first step, I hear my dad clear his throat and I freeze, my spine sharpening as I slowly look in his direction, seeing him sitting in the living room in his chair, this morning's paper in hand, with the TV on mute, the only light in the room coming from the small book light on the coffee table. 

He's ready for bed, obviously staying up to make sure I got home safely. 

"H-Hey, Dad." I try to play it off, slowly stepping down the stairs and into the living room doorway.

"How was service?" He asks me, marking through another word on the word search in the paper.

"Just as good as it was this morning." I lie, smiling innocently.

"That's good." He nods, circling another word with his pencil. 

"Is, um...mom, is she--"

"--Been in bed for a couple hours, now. Doctor thinks her sinus infection is coming back." He informs me. 

"Oh." I nod, raising my brows slightly, seeing this as my opportunity to go get ready for bed. "Well, um, I'm gonna go get ready for bed." I tell him, slowly making my way back to the steps. 

"Alright, sweetheart." He replies, taking his reading glasses off and putting them on the coffee table as he stands up to go to bed, himself, and I start to my room. "Oh, and, Viv?" He asks me and I stop and look at him where he's standing at the bottom of the stairs. 

"Yes, sir?" I ask and he steps up the stairs to me.

"I imagine the reason for your tardiness had to do with taking a moment in the parking lot to fully digest the sermon." He tells me. "Even though I've never heard of a sermon being so riveting it caused one's clothes to turn inside out." He adds, and I glance down to see my dress is obviously wrong-side-out, and he looks at me with knowing eyes. "Guess the pastor delivered quite the message." He finishes, kissing my forehead as he steps past me. "I love you. G'night, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite." He sighs out sleepily as he heads to his bedroom.