𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎

Chapter 3

Frank's POV

I'm 18 now. Wow. It's like someone gives a fuck. I don't even know why I'm doing this but I thought what would happen if I found my father's number. Well, just one more shot of whiskey and I'll be ready to call. It's not that I need him, no. It's just the money he owes me. Like, he wasn't there my whole childhood, at least he owes me something, right? Well, no more waiting. I have coins left in my pocket. I see a phone cabin over there. Let's do it.

"Hello?"
"Who's this?"

"Is this Frank Feranna?"
"Yes."
"Well, hello Mr Feranna, it's your son, Frank Jr."

"Son? I don't have a son."
"You don't understand. My mother is Deana Richards."
"Don't call here. Never."
"But I-"

What? He just hung up. Fuck. He should be ashamed of himself. What have I even done? Do I deserve it? After all these years? Damn, I'm mad. I'm really mad. But you know what? I don't care. I don't even want to have this stupid name. I'm gonna change it. I can't stand myself with this name. But what name should I think of? Hmm... Nikki seems sick name. But what should be the second one? What time is it? Six pm... Yeaah, I'm gonna be Nikki Six, but with two x's... Yeah... From now on I'm gonna be Nikki Sixx.

I exit the police station with a new name and new personality. I'm Nikki Sixx. A fucking badass. But I have to find a job soon otherwise I'm gonna be out of my place for unpaid rent. Maybe I should become friends with that kid Tommy Lee. He seemed he knew his work with the drugs. Well, his rich uncle is the main drug dealer. Maybe I should start working for them. There are so many rock stars out there who would give tons of money for some blow. Just imagine... Nikki Sixx, a drug dealer... This is gonna be fun. I go to my favorite place and what do I see? A happy family with two daughters. The bigger one is not that bad actually. Maybe we can get along.

"Excuse me. May I sit with you? Someone robbed me and..."
"Of course. Sit down." At least their mother is compassionate.
"Mom, who's that?" Sweet little sisters are always the more curious ones. But we all know that curiousity killed the cat.
"I'm... Nate." I still don't feel confident enough to say my name. Besides, I don't think I'm gonna see these people again.
"I'm Stacey. That's my mother, Jennifer and that's my father, Ricky. Nice to meet you."
"And this is?" Wow this chick's nervous.
"Moira." Such a brave name for a shy chick.
"Nice to meet you all."

Moira's POV

His name is not Nate. He made a pause before answering. Maybe his name starts with the N but it's not Nate. Or maybe he's a criminal who got new name and identity. Or maybe he's just a troublesome guy with problems. Even though he has good manners, maybe his parents are messed up. Daddy issues? Or maybe alcoholic mother? Or even both? Damn, Moira, you're only sixteen and you already think like a detective. That's some progress. Maybe I should talk with this Nate alone.

"So Nate, tell us about yourself."
"I'm an orphan who tries to make a living."
"Orphan? I'm sorry to hear that." Oh mom, why are you ruining everything. I'm trying to make my first interrogation.
"Well, it wasn't that hard for me. I was raised in orphanage." Maybe he's saying that because he wished it was true. Damn it, Nate or whatever your real name is. Just tell me that you're broke and I'll give you some money, God damn it.
"Nate, maybe you need money. Your wallet was stolen." Really Stacey?
"Um... I'm sorry for my sister, she's only 10 years old."
"It's okay." No it's not okay. Tell me who the fuck are you.
"Mom, dad, may I talk with Nate outside?"
"But he just sat with us."
"I'll give him money and food, I'll be back."

Nikki's POV

This chick is not what I thought she is. If I meet her in the future, I'll remember her unexpected attitude and suspicious mind. Also I'm gonna make sure I'll remember the name Moira Adams.
"Now tell me something. Is your name really Nate or you're just trying to take money from us." Well, she revealed me.
"Why do you suspect everything?"
"It's just how my mind works. Don't change the topic." She's gonna be a detective. I'm sure.
"Okay, detective Adams. You got me. But I won't tell you my name. You know why I'm here, don't you?" If I didn't need those money, I wouldn't have hesitated to do her in my room.
"I'm giving you $200. Now go away."
"Finally, thank you."
"Also make sure I won't see you again."
"I don't know. That's not depending on me." I'm sure I'll see her again. But maybe our meet is gonna be longer.