A / N:

2022 Jacki talking here lol

This was 2015 Jacki that wrote this. 2015 Jacki was very...well, for one, she wasn't very bright (lol). And, for two, she wrote some INCREDIBLY cringe worthy stuff.

I'm going to blame it on the drugs because I technically can 🤷🏻‍♀️ 🤣 I was a freaking mess.

This is the most cringe worthy chapter I've ever written in this fic. I'm keeping it up because I'm too lazy to re-write stuff, especially considering this is just a silly fanfic.

Soooooo....

I figured I would warn you.

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K, I'm done now.

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"What did you do to him?" Layne repeated.  His eyes bore into her turquoise ones that beamed with sick passion.

She slowly sat up on her bed, leaning against the wall. She tugged her hoody over her head to try to hide the devilish grin that swept her face.  "What do you think happened?" She asked, turning away from him.

Layne sat there for a while, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. He didn't know what to say. All he could think right now was that this girl was more of a nutcase than he previously assumed. He got up from the bed & started to head out the door.

"Oh, poor thing," Nicky slurred to his back. He spun back around, his eyes still wide with fear. "Did I scare you?" she continued, laughing that devious chuckle again.

He blinked. "So, what, were you and your ex like fucking Mickey & Mallery?" He asked her, his body shaking. He couldn't believe he was still talking to this freak.

Nicky laughed again, dropping her head into her hands. "Oh, gosh...nice Natural Born Killers reference, but NOPE, I never killed anyone," she responded. She looked back up at Layne, who was still standing there, hands on his hips. His face was twitching with agitation. "Seriously, Layne," she continued, "I've never killed anything in my life.  Unless you consider swatting a fly homicide."

Layne exhaled a breath of relief, plopping back down in the recliner in her room. He watched her pick crumbs off of her sandwich and flick them on the floor for a while, trying to find the strength to speak again. He cleared his throat, glancing out her door.  PCAs were walking past their room, glaring in at the two of them with curiosity.

"So, what happened, then?" Layne finally asked when the PCAs disappeared down the hall. He looked back at her, his chest falling with relief when he noticed she had taken another bite of her sandwich.

She swallowed, going back to picking crumbs off the food. "My father did more than just abuse me. He..." she stopped, tears streaming down her cheeks again. Nicky shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut, trying to stop herself from crying. "He killed my little brother..."

"...what?" Layne slurred out.  He shook his head, which was now over encumbered with bewilderment, trying his best to hold his composure.  "How am I supposed to believe all of this?"

Nicky shrugged, lying down on her back.  "You said you wanted to get to know me," she growled at him.  Her brow raised in bitter amusement, "I kind of gave you hints that you wouldn't want to..."

"So how did he kill your brother," Layne groaned, deciding to humor the deranged woman.

"He got sloppy drunk and beat the shit out of my mother while she was pregnant with him."

Layne's brows wrinkled with grief, "why?"

"My father accused her of cheating on him," she said with a shaky sigh.  She fidgeted awkwardly in her bed, picking the sandwich back up and tearing it into pieces.  She balled the pieces up & tossed them into the trashbin.  "He broke her ribs & gave her a serious concussion....she was 6 months pregnant.  Went into labor and had a stillbirth.  Then she went into a coma due to the concussion...and died..."

Layne rubbed his temples, trying to soak all of this madness in.  "When the heck did this all take place...?"

"I was 17," she answered, turning her gaze back at him.  "I was tired of my father's shit and when my ex found out the news, he took care of him."

"What did he do?" Layne asked, now irritated.  He was tired of her dodging that question.

She threw the rest of the sandwich into the bin, smirking sadly back at Layne.  "Let's just say my ex is in prison for the rest of his life.  Not that I care.  I thought I loved him, but he ended up raping and beating me as well," she explained.  She pointed to a dim scar on her forehead, making Layne tear up all over again.  "I ratted him out to the police, they incarcerated that meth head fuck in just 30 minutes after my report."

"He killed your dad, didn't he...?" Layne asked, giving her a pointed look.

She nodded, tears back in her eyes.  "Yeah...yeah he did...  I thought it was a good idea at the time...  Looking back,  I know it was messed up.  I was just really fucking upset that my mother & brother had to die.  Upset that my father even attempted to kill ME, blaming ME for him killing them, the worthless drunk..." She broke down in tears again, sobs retching from her throat.  "I know you think I'm crazy now...it's okay...you can leave...just know that I regret all of it...  That's why I starve myself...  That's why I started shooting up ice...  I just want to forget it happened and everytime some ASSHOLE calls me by my real name, the memories haunt me.  Especially now that I'm sober and being forced to give up the only other fucking vice I have left..."  She looked back over at Layne, shaking her head when she noticed he was just staring at her, completely dumbfounded.  "Just fucking go...  Every time I try to open up, people get scared of me and leave me....  Just go, and please just allow me to fucking die.  I can't handle this loneliness anymore.  Everyone thinks I'm this freak--"

Layne grabbed her & held her close to him, letting her sob into his chest.  "I don't know what I would've done in that situation...  My mother is still alive, I never had to witness someone murdering her," he soothed.  He lightly stroked her hair as not to accidentally pull more chunks of it out.  "I'm a freak too, you know...  My friends...they don't get me.  They don't understand why I can't just quit using drugs...  They don't understand that the only reason I haven't killed myself yet is due to being calmed the fuck down by heroin or the other shit..."

Nicky looked up at him.  Her eyes bled with need, that gray face leaning in close to his.  Before her thick pink lips could touch his, he turned his face away with shame, Nicky kissing him on the cheek.  Her face twisted with anger as she quickly motioned away from him.

"Am I that revolting?!" Nicky shrieked through clenched teeth, more tears streaming down her face.

Layne's eyes widened as he shook his head.  "No no no, I think you're beautiful...it's just..." he stopped & pointed at his rotting teeth.  "...I'm... disgusting..."

She rolled her eyes & yanked him by the collar of his sweater, making him fall down on top of her & straddle her.  She kissed him deeply on his lips.  Her cold hand reached under his sweater and felt the lean muscle on his pecks.  She grinned between kissing when she heard him moan with pleasure.  Her hand slid down to his pants, feeling that his waist band loosely hung from his hip bones.  She grabbed his crotch & felt it swell.

Layne jumped up from the bed, his face beat red.  He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to fix the tangles.  "We can't do this here," he muttered at her with wide eyes.

She rolled her eyes.  "I didn't know that lead singers of grunge bands were such pussies," she spat.  She smiled as she watched his brows furrow in frustration.

"Trust me, I would do it...but...not here..." he whispered at her, peeking through the door that was wide open.  He blushed when he noticed John walking up to the doorway.

"Hey!  You two!  It's smoke break," John bellowed.  He didn't even wait for a response as he walked back over to the PCA station.

Layne shrugged at Nicky.  She sighed, nodding her head.  "I guess you're right, Mr. Staley," she grumbled, slowly getting up from her bed.  Thanks to the tiny bit of nutrients she had gotten from the sandwich, she finally wasn't wobbling all over the place anymore.  Her eyes darted out the door, noticing the PCAs were too busy talking about smoke break.  She took advantage and leaned in, kissing Layne again, her hand tugging lightly on his hair.  She smirked when she heard him groan again.

"I don't give a fuck about your missing teeth, you're still a damn good kisser," she whispered into Layne's ear, nibbling on it playfully.  She then turned away from him, skipping happily over to the PCA station.

Goddamn, I need to get high.  This woman is insane, Layne thought to himself, darting over to his room that was right next to the PCA station.  He ran to his mattress & stuck his finger into the tiny slit he had found in it.  He yanked out 3 little blue pills.  Quickly, he gulped them down & ran back over to the PCA station.

His eyes immediately met Nicky's.  She winked at him, quickly lifting her sweater to show him her bare nipple.  His face burned, his crotch twitching with need all over again. 

Fuck...why are the crazy ones always so damn sexy?!  What the fuck am I getting myself into...