Motley Crue - You're All I Need (Vince Neil/Nikki Sixx/Tommy Lee/Heather)

20: Save Our Souls

~ Amanda's POV ~

I woke up with another headache and pain in my stomach. Why is it always so easy to let yourself get too crazy? Especially when the drinks are free, really what's stopping you? I was starting to understand this type of lifestyle more and more each day that I was around the band.

This was Vince and I's last day together, as the only flight I could get home was late tonight. I was going to see Vince again really soon, though, as Tommy and Heather's wedding was happening in about a month. I wasn't too heartbroken over it this time, but I was still going to miss him.

I rolled onto my back, praying that it would lessen the feeling in my stomach. I was quick to realize that it actually made it worse and I gave in, heading into the bathroom and letting my insides come out. I sat up against the wall of the bathroom and tried to suppress my need to get sick again.

"You okay in here?" Vince appeared around the corner of the bathroom door and I closed my eyes, hoping that would somehow make me appear less gross this morning.

"No at all," I said, practically moaning in discomfort.

He walked over to me and sat down on the bathroom floor, putting his arms around me and rubbing my shoulders. Regret from the previous night was hitting me hard right now. But at least it was only drinking last night and not anything else that was going to make my whole other situation worse. My stomach churned even more when I remembered about my worries of being pregnant.

I rested my head on his shoulder and tried to breathe in and out slowly as he ran his hands through my hair. The feeling relaxed me and my mind wandered away from the panicked thoughts of a potential pregnancy and back to where it should be, thinking in the moment.

"I feel a little better now that you're here," I finally said, slowly closing my eyes. My stomach started to feel a lot better already, and I hoped that my hangover wasn't going to be quite as bad as the others I've had while out drinking with Vince.

Vince helped me up and off of the bathroom floor and I brushed my teeth, washing the acidic taste in my mouth away.

"Do you think you'd feel up to going to dinner tonight?" Vince asked me, watching me as I splashed my face with water.

"Maybe," I said, trying to gauge if my stomach could really handle anything like that. "With who?"

"Just us," he said, looking at me more intently now.

"Oh," I said, walking over to him. "Then I for sure feel up to it." He flashed a soft smile at me before I walked past him and back out to our bed. I sat down and rubbed my eyes, still tired from the previous night. I swear no amount of sleep would ever catch me up for all I've missed at this point. "How is it already almost one?" I asked, looking at the clock on the nightstand.

"Another long night," Vince said, sitting down on the bed next to me. "I'm going to miss you tonight," he said, tracing my chin with the back of his hand.

"How will you ever get by without me?" I asked, teasing him now.

"I don't know if I will," he said as he started to lean in to kiss me. Then there was a knock at the door. "For fucks sake," Vince said under his breath as he stood up to go and see who it was.

"Hey, can I come in?" A quiet voice seeped through the crack in the door. It was Tommy. Vince opened the door and Tommy came walking into the room.

"What's wrong?" Vince asked, clearly a little angered that Tommy had interrupted us. To be fair, it was pretty hard to not interrupt us while we were alone together.