Gateway Drug | Volume I

Gateway Drug | Part Nine

Warning(s): Explicit language
Drug use
Explicit sexual situations

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Nikki and I hit a small low after Tommy had caught us committing murder, which was something the both of us had grown accustom to getting away with.

Even after Tommy slammed the front door in our faces after we tried to talk to him about it, and everyone else ate their dinner in silence and then left, the atmosphere was still guilt ridden and it was driving the both of us to insanity.

So, we did what people do when they hit a small low: we ran like hell to catch a big high.

I try to keep my laughter to a minimum to avoid spilling the tequila that’s in my naval as Nikki snorts the coke he’s lined up at the top of my breast.

Once he’s done, he licks the salt from the center of my ribs, takes the shot from my belly button and bites the lime from my mouth.

I moan when he discards the lime, grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me up from laying down to kiss me roughly. My bright red lipstick is smeared and my mascara is smudged, my nails dig into his shoulders, as he pulls me to the edge of the kitchen counter and I eagerly wrap my legs around him to get him as close to me as possible.

In the midst of the our lust, Tommy’s outburst infiltrates my mind, pulling my attention away from Nikki slightly:

“…Tommy, will you please just stop and listen—“

He snaps around, nearly shaking, and points his finger at me.

“Don’t say a fuckin’ thing to me to try to make this shit better, Vivian. Just don’t. You spent years going on with fuckin’ bullshit about how your body’s a ‘temple’ but you give it up like a cheap trick to the first rockstar that makes a pass at you.” He snaps at me bitterly and I furrow my brows, at a loss for words as I feel everyone’s eyes burn in to the three of us.

“I-Tommy, I didn’t seek him out or mean for any of it to happen—”

“Where did you mean for him to put it then, your bible?” He retorts, cutting me off.

“Hey, this was my fault, I started all of this so if you’re gonna lash out at one of us it needs to be me.” Nikki argues, tugging me away from Tommy and stepping between us.

“I know damn well who started it.” Tommy states, looking at Nikki as if he could kill him. “You promised me you wouldn’t do this shit, Nikki.” He starts. “You promised me you’d leave her out of the sleazy, fucked up shit you do, then you turn around and use her like a fuckin’ cum rag, knowing she’s too innocent to realize she’s being used because Nikki fuckin’ Sixx wants her and that’s all that matters.”

“…Vivian,” Nikki’s slight slurring of my name, once he pulls away, snaps me out of my memory and I look at him, his expression is almost child like.

“What?” I ask him, catching my breath and he blinks slowly, trying to put his words together in his mind.

“I wanna get married.” He says, and I raise my brows and laugh nervously.