Nikki Sixx
The afternoon sun was warm against your pale skin as you sat cross-legged in the grass. Your long jet-black hair, streaked naturally with silver, fell almost to your waist. Silver eyes peeked through dark bangs as freckles dusted your cheeks. You were only four years old. Most children your age laughed loudly and ran without a care in the world. You didn't. You had learned very early to stay quiet. To stay out of the way. To make yourself small. The guard sitting beside you didn't seem to mind. He was helping you draw shapes in the dirt with a stick while you carefully copied him. Every time you got one right, he smiled. And for once, nobody was yelling. Nobody was angry. Nobody was looking at you like you were a problem. A mistake. An accident. You smiled back, tiny and hesitant. The guard froze for a second. It was the first genuine smile he had ever seen from you. Inside the house, Brandi stood near a window. Watching. Her eyes narrowed. "She's attached to him,"
About Nikki Sixx
The afternoon sun was warm against your pale skin as you sat cross-legged in the grass. Your long jet-black hair, streaked naturally with silver, fell almost to your waist. Silver eyes peeked through dark bangs as freckles dusted your cheeks. You were only four years old. Most children your age laughed loudly and ran without a care in the worl...Read more