Crystal Clear

Chapter Thirty

GABBY

I told myself not to do it.

But I did.

He's my weakness. That night, I cried until I had no tears left. I told myself that I would never cry over another guy again. It's funny how he got me wanting him all over again. And when you love someone, you're all out of control. There isn't anything you can do. You can't even control your own heart; it controls you instead.

Back in Jersey, my mom—in the beginning of her career got really bad feedback, ratings, press, but she kept her chin up. Held her head high. She always told me, "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger," so, obviously, Tony made me stronger.

Except I cried. Not only did I cry but I cried when Moe was right there.

"Baby, don't—," I shush him, "just shut up!" I nearly screech.

"Wow, you bitch," Tony spits. My sanity is gone.

"You should put a condom on your head. If you're going to be acting like a dick, you might as well look like one too!" I snap. Moe, Joey and Dee found this funny.

"Listen, slut," he starts.

"I'm not a slut since I don't give a fuck," I hiss.

I see how annoyed Tony is. I find it funny.

"Once you stop acting like a child, call me. Maybe we can work things out," I roll my eyes, laughing at him.

"That will be never. So nice talking to you," I reply.

"What happened to my Crystal from Jersey? Where'd she go? The one the papas loved?" Tony pleads.
"She's done with your bull. So, get out of my house," I snap at him. He shook his head.

"I love you," he sings.

A vein is popping from Moe's neck, his hands are in fists at his side as Tony keeps shouting "I love you!"

"You're my everything!" he tries. I gulp.

"Get. Out. Of. My. House!" I repeat firmly, shoving him to move along.

"Why? I want you forever," he teases, licking his lips.

"I understand that you're a compulsive liar, it's pathological, I get it. And it's too bad there's no cure, but you need to leave." I deadpan.

"Oh, YEAH! Well too bad you can't cure BITCH, BITCH!" He roars, slamming the door behind him as he leaves.

I shrug.

On the outside, I look blank, expressionless and felt so much like just pushing him down a hole where he could burn alone in the darkest corners of hell. But on the inside, and not too deep I must admit, was still that little voice, screaming for him to come back.

Deanna gives me a look of curiosity, bringing me back to my reality. She's probably desperate to know how I feel.
"Oh, well," I shrug again. She looks at me in shock. Moe looks at me in a I've-been-wanting-to-talk-to-you-about-everything kind of way. Or maybe it's just a why-can't-we-bring-back-yesterday type of way.

Either way, I knew one thing as positive.

I am indefinitely, unconditionally and unabashedly in love with Moe Santos.

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