The very last thing that Christine Hill expected was the exponential success of Mötley Crüe-the band she loved to hate.
And she never would've surmised that she'd be dragged-kicking and fucking screaming, by the nape of her neck-along for the wilde...
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1981
The yawn that she let out at the beginning of that god-forsaken ceremony must've made her seem like the most uncouth person on the planet.
Christine sat in the crowd beside one of the groom's outrageous associates--with a little leopard-print dress barely covering her thighs--watching on as her best friend made the worst decision of her life.
Her conservative father's angst was palpable, too.
She could almost feel those piercing hazel hues glued to her, seeing his least-favorite daughter flaunting the shortest dress imaginable, sitting shoulder to shoulder with a man that seemed as though he'd crawled out of a sewer mere moments before the bride walked the aisle.
And, really, she couldn't dream of chastising Beth for making such dubious decisions--though, marrying a man like Vince was certainly one of the worst--but she was certainly going to let her know that it wasn't the wisest thing she could have done.
Which was something she often did. Perhaps a bit too much.
Beth and Christine had known one another since they were children. They grew up together, went to school together, and spent the best part of ten fucking years side by side. And it was wonderful, truly. To have a friend that was like a sister--a better sister than her actual flesh and blood--made the hardest plights that little bit more barable.
But then she met Vince, and it all changed.
He liked sex, drugs, and anything with an alcohol count--and Beth just wanted to feel desired. So she went with it.
That wasn't really what she wanted. And it wasn't for Christine, either.
Her life didn't revolve around the substances and intoxicants that Beth, her husband, and his band were into--but she made an active attempt at getting on with things to see her satisfied.
She had money, and power, and connections, and her relationship with Vince was just weird. Christinehad no idea what she saw in him and how the way he lived appealed to her so much.
She hated everything about their lifestyle, and she tried so fucking hard to stray away from it. She hated the clothes, the drugs, the atmosphere, the people, the ragers.
But worst of all, she fucking loathed him.
I can't believe Beth slept with him.
Noticing Vince's wayward friends and Beth's very well-to-do family all mingling with one another in the same room, was a cataclysmic and frankly uncomfortable series of events.
