⚠️⚠️Warning: This chapter contains scenes depicting mentions of domestic abuse/violence against women, mentions of drug/opioid use, and consequences of driving under the influence. Please read with caution if affected.⚠️⚠️

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》 December 1984《

*Nikki*

Another tour over and we were all finally back in Los Angeles.

It was only a few days until my birthday, but Vince decided to throw us a party now for it, even though there was probably going to be another one on the actual date, but who was Mötley Crüe to deny a good party.

I sat with Tommy, Razzle, and Zutaut, in a part of the living room snorting some lines and drinking while loud music played and everyone [mostly] drank, ate, danced and talked.

Mick then slowly walked over and sat next to me, softly groaning in pain.

"God damn," he said quietly as he settled down.

"You okay there, Mick?" Tommy asked him as I snorted a line.

"Yeah," He said, kind of snapping as usual. "My back hurts from carrying this band all tour."

Tommy and Razzle snickered at his response.

"Don't you love this guy?" Tommy laughed.

I finished my lines as then Mal walked up, hugging Razzle from behind and kissing his neck.

"Babe," she said, then whispered something in his ear.

I scoffed quietly as I snorted as Razzle smirked.

"Cheeky little bird," He said, making Mal giggle as they kissed. "I'll be there soon, love. Keep it warm for us, will ya?"

"Of course," She smirked before leaving.

"What was that?" Tommy smirked.

"Oh, uhh, Mallie needs some, ehh... Services of mine over in one of the guest rooms, if you know what I mean," Razz snickered, holding 2 fingers up and sticking his tongue between them, making both Tommy and Zutaut laugh hysterically.

I rolled my eyes as Mick gave them a glare.

"How about you dumbasses at least show Mallory some sort of respect, huh?" he said in a scolding turn. "She's actually different from the regular slobs dropping to their knees for you."

Tommy and Zutaut snickered quietly as Razzle got up.

"Alright, apologies, I really do have a lot of respect for her and... I think I really do love her," he said. "Something special, that one, I tell ya."

I grumbled quietly as I snorted another line.

"Welp, time to go attend to the missus," he smiled as he walked out.

"What does she see in him anyway?" I scoffed.

"Well, for starters, he's not a cheater as far as we're concerned," Mick sassed.

I rolled my eyes and looked over, seeing Vince talking to some other girl and decided to change the subject.

"Mick," I smirked, nudging him as I pointed over at Vince, then imitated the girl as I rubbed mye chest a bit and spoke in a high voice. "Hey, are you the a band?"

"What do you fucking think?" Mick said in a deep voice, mocking Vince as we burst out laughing.

Soon Sharise walked up to Vince and the three started to talk.

"Have you met my wife, Sharise?" Zutaut said, mimicking Vince now. "Do you wanna have a threesome?"

Mick and I were laughing as I went quiet with his words.

"Tom, what the fuck is wrong with you, man?" I said, motioning in their direction. "She's fucking pregnant, man. That's fucked up!"

Zutaut started to look guitly before I laughed and slapped his shoulder.

"Nah, I'm just fucking with you," I laughed, scaring him. "I'm just fucking with you, man."

Tom seemed relieved and laughed along with me before I stopped for a moment.

"But don't be a fucking dick, okay?" I warned.

He quieted it down a bit and nodded.

"Look at her, she's fucking pregnant," I said.

"Don't be a fucking dick, Zutaut," Mick sighed as he laid back on the couch to rest.

"All right, I'm sorry," Zutaut said while I grabbed the bottle of Jack I had and down the rest of it in a single go.

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*Mallory*

I groaned as I woke up to the bed shifting.

Fuck..... How long was I out?

I looked at the alarm clock nearby the bed and saw it was already past midnight.

I heard shuffling and rolled over on the bed to see Razzle putting his pants back on.

"Leaving so soon? You scoundrel," I smirked playfully as he looked back, chuckling.

"Sorry, love," He chuckled softly. "Vinnie boy asked me to come look for more booze for the party."

"Seriously?" I laughed, resting against my elbows as I sat up a little. "We practically wiped out a whole liquor store yesterday getting booze for tonight, we're already out?"

He snickered before leaning over me. "Once I'm back, I am all yours," he said.

"Counting on it," I said as we shared a quick kiss before he got up, pulling the rest of his clothes on, then getting his thin striped scarf off.

"Remember me," he said dramatically as he tossed it at me, letting it land on my face and making me laugh.

"See you, you British tease," I said as he walked out laughing, locking the door for me.

I looked down at the scarf and smiled as I held it close to my lips, feeling the sweet scent if his cologne from it as I smiled as I held it close to my chest.

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*Vince*

"I need to get some more booze, babe," I laughed in a bit of a slur as me and Sharise made our way down the stairs, her holding my hand. "I'll be right back!"

"We have enough booze, jeez!" she laughed as we reached the front door.

I chuckled as we shared a quick kiss. "Be right back."

She giggled softly before gasping.

"Oh! Babe, feel," she said, taking my hand and placing it on her bump. "The baby's kicking."

I curiously put both hands on her bump and smiled softly as I felt a nudge against my palm.

"Do you feel it?" Sharise smiled as she tilted my head up.

I could only just smile back as we leaned in for a kiss.

"Just hurry back, okay?" she said.

I nodded at her before kissing her one last time.

Razz, are you coming!?" I called out as I stepped out, seeing Razzle coming down the stairs, probably from having a fuck session with Mallory.

"Twice already today, mate!" Razzle called out as he came down the stairs, and Sharise gave him a look, making him stop as he realized his words and I snickered.

"Sorry about that, love," Razzle said as Sharise shook her head.

Razzle then took off his hat and plopped it over Sharise's head.

"Or should I say, loves?" he said, tracing a heart out in the air with his fingers at her baby bump

"Loves, yeah," Sharise scoffed with an eye roll and small smile as Razzle jogged past her while she adjusted the hat.

She then waved at us as we headed to the car, climbing in before taking off.

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*Nikki*

I stumbled by the hallways deciding I needed a nap in one of the guest rooms when I passed by Vince and Sharise's bedroom, and heard familiar voices.

"London?!" Sharise spoke, her voice full of shock.

"Well... Yea," Mal said. "I've been thinking and.... I do want to go with him. It could be a new start."

I was confused by what she meant and it suddenly hit me.

Mal's moving to London?! With Razzle?!

"No, I mean... I don't see why not, after everything, but... God, we'll miss you so much," Sharise replied as I quietly peered in through the crack of the door, seeing the girls sitting on the bed chatting, Razzle's hat on Mal's lap. "Especially Vince, since you two are practically brother and sister."

Mallory sighed. "I know..."

"And this baby isn't gonna be so spoiled with her godmother living across the ocean," Sharise joked, making Mal laugh.

"Oh believe me, this baby is gonna be more spoiled than year old milk with me," Mal smiled as she placed her hands on Sharise's baby bump, making Sharise laugh a little.

"But Mal... What about Nikki? You two still got that divorce," She said.

Mal sighed. "I don't know, I mean...."

"Don't take this the wrong way, but don't you think you're being harsh with him on this whole divorce thing?" She asked. "I know he hurt you when he cheated, but you seem a bit desperate for him to sign the divorce papers, and I don't think its because of Razzle..."

Mal was quiet as I listened in.

"Sweetie, what's on your mind?" Sharise asked.

Mallory sighed. "Once I.... I was actually with someone before leaving Arizona.... Some son of a collegue of my father's, he...."

"Wait, was this arranged?" she asked, shocked.

"God, no!" she said. "Well, I mean, we were introduced to each other by our families, marriage was expected, but it actually kind of hit off and we ignored them about the whole thing."

My eyes widen at that revelation.

She never told me this....

"Anyway, he... He was nice and I was actually getting feelings for him, but then.... He was changing.... I don't know if it was his parents or something, but he was getting manipulative and controlling, being so awful with me.... and.... Then I found out he was seeing other women, and when I confronted him, telling him I'm leaving him, he...."

She hesitated to answer before she sighed and then turned her head, revealing the thin scar she had hidden under her hair going across the side of her head.

Sharise gasped in shock, covering her mouth. "Mallory, what....?"

"Let's just say when I woke up in the hospital a month later its a miracle I could even talk right," she said. "There was a massive legal battle afterwards and he's serving life in prison now... That's actually probably the only time my parents ever gave a damn about me..."

My eyes widen in shock.

Why didn't she ever tell me this?!

"Wait, so, you're scared Nikki could beat you senseless or something?" she asked.

"No, of course not!" she said. "I mean, at first it had me paranoid, I admit, but I know Nikki's not that kind of person. Neither him or even the guys ever laid a hand on me like that."

Sharise nodded as she listened in.

"But Shar, seeing him with that skank that day, it... It just bought back the heartbreak from before," she said, her eyes getting watery. "Because I really did love Nikki.... Hell, probably still do...."

My eyes widen at this.

"Whether its my parents or Donnie or Nikki or anyone..... I'm just so, so tired of getting hurt by the people close to me... People that I love... I'm hoping with Razzle, that-that I can actually start all over and it'll be different, even if it doesn't end well," Mal said.

"Oh, Mal...." she said as Mal cried and Sharise pulled her into a hug. "If... If that's the case, then... Then I don't see why you shouldn't go to London with Razzle."

I frowned as I slowly and quietly backed away from the door.

Mallory has been through hell and back countless times, even before I met her, even before she stepped foot in California. I didn't just hurt her, I fucking destroyed her... I was her last chance and I blew it for her...

I pursed my lips as I walked off and entered a different room, needing to wallow in booze all night, when I stopped at the sight in the room.

Two guys I didn't recognize were.... What the fuck??

I watched as one guy held the lit Zippo under the curved spoon, the weird gunk in it boiling as it cooked.

Another guy held a needle to his arm while he held a belt that was tied around his upper arm and slowly injected it.

I don't know why I couldn't stop staring at them doing this.... For some reason I found this fascinating.

One of them then looked up at me and smirked a bit.

"You look like you could use something stronger than booze, my friend," he said.

I gulped quietly.

What am I walking myself into??

*Vince*

"Alright, stop stalling!" I laughed as we pulled out from the parking space of the liquor store. "Who would you rather fuck? Cyndi Lauper or Boy George?"

"How about neither?" Razzle laughed.

"Nah, man, you've gotta pick one," I said as we entered the freeaway. "Alright, you got a gun to your head. Fuck one or die. Which one is it gonna be?"

"No, you know what? I'm having trouble accepting this premise," he said with a chuckle. "Under what circumstances would I find myself in such a situation?"

"It's a mystery, you cockney fuck," I said.

"Its a mystery," he repeated with a scoff.

"You know, some random fucker's trapped the three of you in a room, and he's demanding you fuck one of them," I said, turning to him while also looking at the road.

"But what does this mysterious person benefit from my sexual humiliation?" he questioned in confusion.

"I don't know man, but you're definitely gonna die if you don't fucking pick," I snickered.

I looked over to see him thinking about it.

"In that case," he said. "I think I'm gonna have to go with the Lauper. At least she's got the proper plumbing."

I burst out laughing as we drove.

"Hey, no, but Georgie boy, he's probably more experienced in the handling of the penis," he debated as I looked over at him.

"Yeah!!" I laughed along with him when suddenly...

"HONK HONK!!!"

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" I shouted as I spun around and swerved the steering wheel, Razzle screaming as the tires screeched against the road, then the sound of metal hitting metal filled my ears, a sharp pain to my head, and it all just went black and quiet...

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My writer's block for The Guitarist's Ballad is starting to go away so I decided to post this chapter. 🌻

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Klergy x Valerie Broussard
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