Chapter 34:(part 2) Ho Ho Happy Holiday Break

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Vince Neil

"WHOO!" I yell, pumping my fists as I walk inside my house.

"Vinnie!" My mom says, wrapping me into a hug. "Hey son!" Dad greets, hugging me next. I'm glad to be home. I can kick back, relax, and not worry about school, homework, nothin except finding some chicks!!!

"Uh Vince?" My mom questions, pointing to our front door.

RAZZLE!

I forgot I brought him with me for a second.

He's peeking into the house with wide eyes like a lost puppy. "Razzle, get your ass in here." I groan.

He does, walking somewhat awkwardly into the house. "Hello." He says in his Finnish accent.

My mom hugs him, then glances at me. "Vince honey is this is a friend of yours?" She asks. I nod.

"Yeah, he's my roommate and he didn't have anywhere to stay. He's from Finland, he couldn't go home." I shrug.

"Oh okay then!" Dad says, ever chipper, yet slightly skeptical. "Hello son whats your name? You can Call me Odie." He says, giving Razzle Dazzles hand a firm shake.

"Odie..." Razzie starts out. "I'm Nicholas. Dingley." He finishes, breaking into a wide grin. "Oh thats a lovely name." My mom gushes. He smiles even wider, and she begins bustling around the house.

"I have to tell ya we weren't preparing for an extra guest, but Vince's sister is with her boyfriend this Christmas. So you can probably sleep in her room." Mom says, grabbing blankets and shit out of the hall closet.

"She's wound a little tight." I whisper to Razzle, pulling him to sit with me on the couch, playing with my puka shell necklace.

Razzle nods, and for the next hour and a half, we soak up the trash TV that circulates. We enjoy every minute of it. My phone buzzes from Tommy, and he's talking about how he just knows somethings up with his lil boy toy.

I ignore most of it, sending a short response back. "Look at Kim Ks ass!" I crow, slapping my knee.

Razzle sips his lemonade and nods. "What about Kylie?" He asks. I shrug. "Eh, Kim K is thicker than that David Lee Roth kid at our school."

"What, you, gay?" He asks, letting out a small laugh.

"Oh shut the fuck up I am not, I just gotta make sure nobody in the school has more ass than me!" I defend.

Razzle laughs.

"Hey kiddos..." mom says. "Yeah mom?" I answer.

"Well me and your dad have to go out of town for two days, we'll be back soon, in time for Christmas." She says regretfully, coming into full view with her suitcase.

"Okay mom!" I say, trying to sound a little disappointed. The truth is I'm gonna throw a party, drink, and fuck chicks!

"No parties, no drinking, and no girls." My dad instructs. I give him a crooked grin. "Fine dad." I sigh.

Yeah fucking right.

Tommy Lee

It's around ten when Nikki comes home. The very first thing I notice is the bruises under his eyes, and that his nose looks fucking awful.

Then I notice the busted lip, and what looks like vomit on his shirt. "Nikki?!" I yell, jumping from my drum pad to his side.

He brushes my arm away. "Nikki?" I ask. I catch a quick glance of his eyes. The sparkly green dulled with defeat,  and tears welling up.

"Baby what happened?" I persist, avoiding the vomit. "I-I fell...it's nothing. I just hit my face." He says shakily, as I bring him over to my bed.

I don't fucking believe him. Something else has got to be going on. He gets hurt too much to have everything be an accident.

I'm pretty damn accident prone, but he gets hurt like every fucking day that he goes to work.

Does he have a bully? Is it Layne? Joan? Joe? Lita? I'm so confused.

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