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A/N: Vaguely based on the song 'Fuck You For Now' by JADE (formerly of the British girl group Little Mix). Listen as you read if you want or just listen before hand :)

Enjoy!

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Y/N's POV, 1990

A highlight of my life was watching Nikki achieve his dreams, and be recognised for the immensely talented person he is, that goes for so the guys really. That's been the best part of the last four years of my life.

And with Mötley Crüe's latest album, 'Dr Feelgood', they'd been taken more seriously than they ever had been before, being unanimously praised for the quality of music, I was so incredibly proud of Nikki, and the other guys, they were my family and they deserve every ounce of recognition and respect for what they'd made with that album. That would never change.

And tonight, was the MTV awards, where the guys had been nominated for a couple of awards and were set y perform their song 'Don't Go Away Mad', which was one of my favourites from the album.

We were on the red carpet, soaking up the attention. The flashing lights of the paparazzi blinding, every second stood next to Nikki feeling like another stab wound to my heart.

My smile felt brittle, a carefully constructed expression that I'd forced onto my face. Beside me, Nikki beamed, his arm around my waist, as he played his part to the press, the other guys around us with their wives. All of them unaware that all I wanted to do was crawl into a corner and cry. Even Nikki.

He looked incredible, but he always did. Nikki was gorgeous, the most beautiful man I'd ever laid eyes on but right now I couldn't stand there sight of him because I found out, not hours ago, that my boyfriend of four years, now my fiancé of three months, Nikki Sixx. Had cheated on me.

I wouldn't have found out if it wasn't for a crumpled receipt, carelessly left in the pocket of his favorite leather jacket, he'd carelessly disregarded onto the floor, and the receipt fell out onto the floor, for a restaurant in town, a fancy one. The same one Nikki had closed off three months ago just for us on the night he proposed. Two meals and a bottle of wine, totalling fifty five dollars and eighty cents.

The question on my mind was how could he? After all this time, all the promises, the late-night talks, the dreams we'd shared, the future we'd planned together? The diamond ring on my finger, a symbol of that supposed future, now felt heavy, a reminder of a now shattered happy ending.

After a few minutes of photos, we were ushered off the red carpet and inside the amphitheatre, filled with other musicians, friends, legends and new faces alike. We took our seats, with me being sat between Nikki and Tommy, with Heather being beside him, then Vince and Sharise, and Mick and Emi.

How Heather and Sharise could look at Tommy and Vince, knowing that they regularly fuck groupies, and have full blown affairs. At least in Vince's case. Then again, I don't think Sharise knew for definite... but she certainly suspected it, even that should be enough. Maybe it was because she knew Vince loved her and that was enough, maybe that was enough for Heather too. I didn't know how they did it, but I don't think I could.

The energy in this place was palpable, and it almost made me forget about how my life was falling apart. I plastered on a wider smile as we got approached while sitting by celebrities, managers, and industry executives alike. Having to pretend I loved the sight of Nikki, when I just wanted to tell him fuck you.