Mötley Crüe imagines.

9- know better , ii || n.s

I sat on my brown leather couch , my legs curled up towards my body as I fiddled with the corner of the flimsy magazine that had rested on the arm of the seat.

My eyes has skimmed over the small black print while I chewed at my red painted nails. The leather had chilled my body , but I didn't mind — I didn't last long in the heat.

I left the tv on , using it as a background noise while I read about new music and fashionable bikinis , letting the sound of Alice Cooper's 'Poison' drown the sounds from the outside world , before the echoing of a knock had pulled me from serenity.

I unfolded my legs and made my way towards the door , twisting the brass knob and pulling it back to reveal Nikki , who faced away from the door as he waited.

"Hey." I greeted while remaining civil.

Nikki turned around and smiled widely , and I didn't reciprocate. He placed his forearm against the door frame and eyed me.

"Hey." He said nonchalantly.

"How are you ?" I asked stiffly , not really giving a shit for how he was.

"Dandy." He answered , "how about you , baby ?"

I folded my arms and furrowed my brows , not sure of what I heard; "excuse me ?"

"Y/N , come on -" Nikki had started to argue.

"What makes you think that's ok ?" I cut him off.

"You're still my wife." He reasoned.

"I still don't care." I deadpanned , turning away from the door but leaving it open for him to let himself into his old home.

"Can you let me explain ?" He asked.

"Explain what ?" I started. "You didn't have anything to say 4 months ago."

"I still love you , Y/N." He said quietly whilst trying to grasp at my hand.

I flinched at his touch and drew my hand away from him , holding it close to myself as I frowned at him; "don't lie to me , Nikki."

"I'm not lying !" He exclaimed , a desperate tone laced within his voice.

"That's unlike you." I scoffed , reaching for the white painted handrail before climbing up the stairs while Nikki followed.

"Well , don't you love me ?" He asked.

I turned around to study his face , pouting as a pang of hurt had struck my heart before answering quietly; "of course."

"Then why can't you take me back ?!" He almost begged.

"Because , you broke my heart." I whispered. "It fucking hurts , Nikki."

I continued climbing up the stairs in hopes that Nikki would leave it alone and stop talking about it — quit begging , at least. But he followed me up.

I turned to face him , standing on a higher step than him , making me a little taller than he was. He looked up at me and wore an angry and confused expression.