𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎

Chapter 33

Moira's POV

I'm home at last. This day was weird. First of all, I met Heidi, which was great. Then Nikki all of a sudden appeared and showed some bipolar attitude, which made me think what the hell is he trying to do? I know he's planning on something, but what? Besides, Stacey is mad at me. Fuck, I messed up. I should apologize. But why her husband had to call Nikki with him? They're friends, but damn... I wish I never met him. It would have been pretty much easier. Oh, someone's on the door. Stacey? I thought she didn't wanna see me.
"Hey."
"I'm sorry, Moira. I-" She's crying? What happened after she came back home?
"Come in."

"Now, tell me what's going on."
"Nothing, I just-"
"I should be sorry about what I said, not you."
"Oh Moira, it was my fault. I told Tommy he could bring a friend."
"Hey, you had no idea he would bring Nikki, right? It's okay. Why are you crying?"
"I'm sorry Moira. But Tommy is the love of my life and it breaks my heart that-"
"Shhh, hey. Tommy's your husband. It's actually me who's falling for that fucking idiot who can't even drink tea like a normal person without pouring it out on himself."
"I knew it. I knew you still love him. Hey, did you notice him when you got those handkerchiefs and soaked up the tea?" Yes, I did. That's what he gets for disturbing me in my dreams. I hope he won't fall asleep tonight.
"Um... I'm not sure."
"I did. And let me tell you, he even tried to touch your back." He tried to what? Oh, he hasn't had sex in a while. I got it.
"Wow, interesting."
"Don't try to act like you don't care, Moira."
"I'm sorry but I thought you were on my side."
"Well... I'm neutral to be honest. But you guys love each other. And I don't think he's gonna do crimes again." My trust issues don't think so.

"Let's not talk about him, please."
"Okay, Moira. But I don't want you to die a virgin." For a moment I forgot she's not anymore. AS I ASKED BEFORE, HOW IS SHE THE SMALLER SISTER AND NOT ME?
"Stacey what the hell? It's like Nikki's the only man existing."
"For you probably yes, because you still love him." Dumb me.
"Stacey, please don't."
"Are we all good now?"
"Of course we are, you're still my small Stacey no matter what."
"And you're still my dear sister who I love so much."
"I love you too."

Nikki's POV

Here I am. Alone again. Drink in my hand. But I think it's better to have drink instead of needle in my arm. Damn, I used to be really messed up in the head. To be honest, I'm still messed up. Since I saw Moira again... After all these years... It got even worse. But why? Why can't I still forget her? Maybe there's something special in her? Like she's the one who can pick up the broken pieces of my heart and repair it? Or maybe I'm so interested in her because she has never wanted to be with me? There are so many girls who would die for my attention and I'm still sticking to Moira like she's something extraordinary. It's getting to the point where life only makes sense to me when I'm thinking about Moira. But then we have her stupid sister. She tried to ruin everything again. She keeps reminding her I'm a fucking criminal. Well, John's gonna be out of prison soon. That means she won't be an obstacle anymore. I have to work on the plan. But not yet. I still have time, right? Why hurry then?

Fuck, I need her. I need to hear her voice again. I need to see her face. I need to... Wait, I got an idea. I'm sure Tommy can help me. I'mma just call him.
"Hey, Tommy."
"What do you want this time?"
"Wow, why that tone?"
"I had an argument with Stacey because of you. If my marriage gets ruined because of your childish games, our friendship is over. You hear me?"
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. May I tell you why I called you?"
"Let me guess... You want Moira's number. I'm sorry I can't help you this time, I don't have her number."
"Wait, I got an idea. Would you give me Stacey's number? I'm gonna call her and-"
"NO, I WON'T GIVE YOU MY WIFE'S NUMBER. ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND, SIXX?"
"Alright, alright. I got it."
"I'm not sure you understood the point. You fucking killed Vince's fiance. I WON'T LET YOU KILL MY STACEY."
"Are you stupid or something? I just wanted to talk with Moira man."
"I think you should stop with this game. You don't really love her. You just want to mess with her mind because she rejected you. Get your shit together man. You're not a child anymore. And stop doing stuff you're gonna regret."
"Oh, and I thought of you as a friend. But remember who you are, Thomas Lee. I still can go to Moira and tell her you're Craig's nephew."
"Really? It's like she'll believe you."
"You forgot that she can recognize when I'm lying and when not, so don't be so sure."

Okay, what the hell just happened? Why? He ruined everything. He fucking rui- oh wait. Wait, wait, wait... that's even better than the previous plan. He's gonna end up the main suspect. Oh God, that's brilliant. Firstly, I'm gonna scare the living shit outta him. Then I'm gonna kill Stacey with John's help. And finally... Hmmm... Maybe I'm gonna think of something more complicated. Moira's gonna be so lost and confused she'll fall straight into my trap easier. I even know where I'm gonna hide her. I hope my previous house on Valley Vista Boulevard in Van Nuys is still uninhabited. Just the thought of that place makes me shiver. All those voices I used to hear there. And that fucking diary I used to write in. Maybe I should find it and use it in some kind of way.

But the things he said were kinda shitty. He doesn't believe I love Moira. He thinks it's all a game. Damn, I wish it was. But it's not. I'm dying inside every day. As much as I love Moira, I also hate her, because she's with people that love her. Her sister, her colleagues, Vince, the people she saved. And then there's me. I don't understand why, as big as my heart is, I'm alone. Maybe I just choose to be this way? Maybe I don't have a choice? Maybe I don't know? Damn I started questioning everything again. I've said this before, I'm gonna say it again: the trouble with asking questions is you sometimes get answers you don't wanna hear. For example: Moira doesn't wanna see me, does she?