𝙄𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚

Liar, no Pinocchio

Natille's POV •

I woke up next to Liv, my moment of peace shattered by memories of the night before. Then my mind went to my father, my ex...then Xiomara. The more I tried not to think about her, the more that I did.

It didn't help that after Liviya went to sleep I crept out into the living room to get my phone and look through Xiomara's Instagram. Maybe I kept thinking about her because I know what I did was wrong. Because all her happiness seems to ooze from each picture she takes, especially with her baby.

Maybe it's because I feel like the villain here.

This is unusual for me. I'm used to life being the only villain. I'm used to blaming the way I act on my missing mother. I'm used to blaming my trust issues and my cheating on crazy girls who are looking for the same love that I am.

The tables have really turned.

"You're awake," Liv mumbles, turning over and wrapping her arms around me. "I just got up a few seconds ago," I whisper. "You making breakfast?" I grin. "Ugh," Liv groans. "Get up then. If I'm up, you're up."

My phone dings and I see that Xiomara's followed me back. Crap, when did I even follow her? It must have been by mistake.

Liv has her back to me, bending over to put her clothes on. "Damn," I say, trying to unfocus myself from my phone. Liv looks at me over her shoulder, rolling her eyes. "Nuh-uh. No more of that. That all stays with last night," she reminds me. I'm momentarily regretful for ending what me and her could have had, but she was right. I was honest with her, and I won't play with her emotions nor mine.

"My bad," I say, not really meaning it. "What you cooking?"

"Bacon," she shrugs, "probably some grits and eggs too. You want something specific?" She puts on her clothes from last night and gives me a tired smile as she catches me looking. I'm still naked, sitting on the edge of her bed with my phone in my hand. She comes around and kisses me near my mouth.

"What happened to keeping everything with last night?" I ask.

She only shrugs and heads into the kitchen.

I feel my heart warm.

What do I want?

After breakfast, I shower first then Liv does. I tell her that I'm going down to Midnight to talk to Regina. Maybe she can give me clarity on my confusion. Liv tells me it's a bad idea- what person would admit to their crimes? But I'm determined to prove that my theories about my best friend are wrong.

Even if that makes me completely stupid.

"Just use my card," Liv shrugs, and gives me her ATM. "Just don't go Uber crazy."

"I'll try," I say with a weak smile.

My dad had taken away my car when we fought. It sucked that I was reduced to riding in stranger's cars. I arrived at Midnight by ten, looking around the lot for Regina's car. This club was her life and she was always here, whether it was open or closed. I knocked on the door and she let me in with a tired look on her face.

"Where's your car?" she asks, looking out into the lot.

"I'm sure you've heard," I say through gritted teeth.

Regina gives me a puzzled look.

"Fucking Voria is fucking my pops," I say.

Regina went over to the bar and started mixing a drink. "No," I hold up my hand. I want a clear mind. She rose an eyebrow. "Unlike you," she comments. "Yeah, well. I haven't been feeling like myself. I lost my car, basically my dad. I feel like he's being a traitor to my mother by moving on."