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Snotty, abrupt, aloof and guarded, that's how I overheard a couple of girls describing Torch.

He wanted to leave; I could see it in his eyes. He had no desire to pass the time with me or Stephen.

Oh yeah, that dick left me at the Rainbow after telling me I was full of shit.

I found myself driving to North Hollywood, Studio City to be precise where Torch's apartment was located.

"You don't like me cause I fucking scare you."

I wanted and needed him to bawl, beg, cry, scream, shout and get piss mad.

All that could be heard was the swishing of the water as Torch eased himself out of the tub.

I knew what they wanted to speak to me about.

For thirty days I drank away the time.

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, that's who I felt like.

I realized the only way I'd be able to get through this tour was by abolishing Warren completely from my mind.

Fear ran up my spine when I realized I had become a junkie.

Did I live up to my promises? Fuck no. If anything, the relationship got worse.

Forgive me. Not once did I ever ask for his forgiveness.

He didn't even flinch. "Like I said, Sixx, my marriage is none of your business."

I took a deep breath, my jaw tightening. "So you're telling me it's over?"