Wha-if rockstars went to boarding school

Chapter 8: just no, please no. God

Tommy Lee

I'm terrified of my suspicion. It seems unlikely. Right? Right?! Nikki seems a little confused, and I realize he probably doesn't remember. God, I never should've let him run out like that! I feel like a shitty person, god! I just let him run out all upset, he probably had no idea...I really hope I'm wrong.

I kiss his thighs and then lift them up to spread them, and that's when my suspicion is confirmed. Along with all the bruises, there's a small trail of dried blood down his inner thighs.

My heart drops straight into my feet. Oh Nikki. "Hold on." I say softly, and grab a wet wash-towel, running it under the bathroom faucet and returning to Nikki, who is still laying on the bed.

"Tommy wh-what are you doing with that?" He asks, as I gently slide between his legs and carefully lift his thighs. I clean the blood off as softly as I can. "It's okay Nikki." I say, trying to ignore the arousal I feel at seeing him naked. I move him to get the rest of the blood.

I flip him over on his stomach and get the small trail of blood that leads from the back of his thighs and all the way up to his ass, where there is a lot more dried blood. Whoever did this, I'm gonna kill them.

He moans slightly as I use the cloth to clean his ass, and I lean to kiss his back. It's littered with tiny scratches, probably from being slammed against the brick wall of that bar where we found him. I rub his hips and he moans softly into the pillow.

"Nikki I don't think we should really do this right now." I start, but I'm cut off by him rolling himself over. He squeaks in pain and I instantly know that he is seriously injured. "Nikki." I say.

"Yeah Tommy?"

"Here, wheres your pants from last night? We gotta get you to the nurses office."

"What?"

"You heard me!"

"Tommy I think I'm okay, really I just got a little banged up."

I shake my head. "Nikki, what exactly do you remember about last night?" I ask, stroking his hair. He twists his face, trying to remember, as I struggle to help him get his pants back on.

"Well...I remember being really pissed so I went to this bar, and this old fat guy who had a comb over saw my shirt and we started talking. We started talking about music and he bought me a drink while we talked, And then I started to feel really dizzy and confused and he dragged me into the alley. He started doing something like searching my clothes or something. I think he mugged me, because he must've beat me up badly. I screamed a lot. And I don't remember anything after, I think I fainted." He explains, yawning.

Oh god, someone slipped something into his drink. I feel my blood boil as I fight to contain tears. "Nikki..." I whisper, but he's drifted off into sleep. I get up and go to find my drum practice pad, drumsticks, and that leftover cocaine I stole from that Steven Tyler guy. I need to hit something.

Nikki Sixx

"NO!"
"Stop struggling you little whore, think you can go around talking like that and sashaying in those tight leather pants? Repercussions."

He slams me against the brick wall, and I can feel my insides shatter. I struggle, screaming my head off, only to have a fist plow straight into my face, my neck being forcefully grabbed.

Oh god this can't be happening. Oh god. I scream again, blood dripping into my mouth, I can't taste it though. He pulls down my pants.

"Please, please stop!" I cry, nothing like a desperate last attempt right?

His dark chuckle echoes through my mind. NO. THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING. He slides his pants off and then grabs my neck again, choking me.

He slams into me and I can do nothing to help myself, nothing, he's probably going to kill me afterwards.

I make one last desperate attempt to scream, feeling the strength that was already fading before we came out here, die completely.

I sit up, clutching the sheets and letting out a quiet sob. It takes me a couple of seconds to realize that I'm in my dorm room, Sammy relaxing with a car magazine on the bed across from me.

I brush my hair in front of my eyes, hiding from them like I do everyone else. My body wracks itself with sobs, and I tense up as I feel Tommy hug me quietly. I don't stop crying. I can't.