𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎

Chapter 49

"Well, it's been me all this time." Moira didn't answer.
"Yeah, now I'm sure you hate me even more." Moira still didn't respond. She was too stunned to talk.
"Say something, Moira. You can't just stare at me like you've seen a ghost." A single tear rolled down Moira's cheek.
"Are you okay-"
"DON'T TOUCH ME."
"I know you're mad at me, babe-"
"I'M NOT YOUR BABE."
"Oh, you want us to shout like freaks? THEN SO BE IT."
"WHAT THE FUCK, NIKKI. WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE?"
"AND ONCE AGAIN I'M THE ONE TO BLAME. HOW CONVENIENT."
"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM WITH ME?"
"YOU'RE THE PROBLEM."
"THEN WHY DON'T YOU JUST KILL ME RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW?"
"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, BITCH."
"Oh, you love me? AND THAT'S HOW YOU'RE ADMITTING YOUR PSYCHO LOVE? KILLING MY SISTER?"
"YOU STARTED ACTING LIKE MY MOTHER ON STACEY'S WEDDING, YOU'RE THE ONE TO BLAME."
"How could you ruin everything like that..."
"Oh come on now, stop your bitchy crying AND LOOK AT ME. LOOK AT ME, MOIRA."
"Please, leave me alone."
"I WON'T."
"LEAVE ME ALONE." Moira finally stood up for herself and started pushing Nikki to the door. But Nikki grabbed her shoulders and started violently shaking her. Then Nikki slapped her so hard, she fell on the floor.
"YOU'LL NEVER GET OUT OF HERE, YOU HEAR ME?" Moira slowly raised her head and said:
"Are you sure I'll be still alive when the sun rises?"
"Yes, because you'll wake up next to me." Then Nikki grabbed her hand and pulled her up from the floor. He grabbed her bridal style and led her to his room.

When they got there, Nikki gently put her on the bed. Moira tried so hard not to cry, but the pain was breaking every single part of her soul she couldn't breathe. Her ears could hear nothing but the beats of her own bleeding heart. Then Nikki laid down next to her. He saw the mark on her cheek he left earlier. When he tried to touch her reddened cheek Moira pulled herself away from his hand.
"Shh, relax. I won't hit you again." Saying that, Nikki felt the guilt within his throat, causing him to whisper everything he wanted to say.
"Kill me, please. Just kill me." Moira whispered hopelessly.
"Don't ask that from me." He whispered back with an ounce of pain in his words.
"Why does it hurt so much? Why can't I just forget you? Or maybe I should kill myself one day and-"
"Don't talk like that. We don't choose who to fall in love with. But to be honest, you're the best thing that ever happened to my meaningless life."
"But why you had to kill my sister?"
"I- I don't- oh fuck I shouldn't have done it. I- I messed up. I always ruin everything. I'm a failure. No wonder why my parents didn't want me."
"Nikki, I-"
"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have killed her. I-" Nikki bursted in tears.
"Come here." Moira hugged Nikki as they both were crying until they felt asleep.

Meanwhile, Vince and Mick were looking through the archives for hours. When they found nothing, Nikki's folder waited its turn to be checked.
"Let's check the Sixxter." Vince finally said.
"You don't think he's dead, do you?"
"He can't be dead. That doesn't sound right."
"What if he is Carl Serafino?"
"Wait, look at his previous name." Vince exclaimed in shock.
"Frank Carlton Serafino Feranna Jr? Holy shit."
"THIS MOTHERFUCKER. IT WAS HIM ALL THIS TIME."
"We have to find him."
"He's out of town. We have to find out where he could be."
"Did he have some old houses or something else?"
"Hmm, maybe we should interrogate some old pals."
"But let's do it tomorrow. I'm tired."
"And I'm half drunk. I need sleep as well."

The night seemed to be eternal. As Vince made his way back home, Nikki and Moira were sleeping peacefully. But all of a sudden, Moira woke up. When she saw Nikki's sleeping body she almost jumped. The shock he caused her was so immense she forgot that Nikki is Carl for a moment. But then she came back to reality and got up from the bed. She went to his closet. The telegraph was still there, waiting for her to start sending a message. But then she changed her mind. She found a knife on the shelf. As suicidal thoughts started filling up her brain, she started crying. She held the knife with her shaking hand. Few inches away from the wrist and all of a sudden...
"Moira, NO. Give me the knife."
"Leave me alone."
"Give me the knife, Moira."
"Please, leave me alone." Nikki grabbed the knife and put it aside. Then, he got Moira out of his closet and made her sit on the bed.
"Hey, look at me. Why did you do that?"
"I wanted to."
"You want to end your life just like that?"
"As long as you don't want to kill me I decided that I had to do it instead."
"Moira, no. Don't talk like that. You're upsetting me."
"I'm upsetting you? No, you did it first."
"Let's just go get back to sleep, shall we?"
"But I-"
"Shh, let's lay down the bed and fall asleep."
"I don't think I can." Nikki sat next to Moira and hugged her. He started rubbing her scalp and kissing her forehead repeatedly.
"I love you, Moira. I love you so much it hurts me to see you like that."
"When you usually love someone, you don't hurt them like that."
"I'm so sorry-"
"You can't get my sister back with your apologies, Nikki." Moira pulled away from the hug.
"Where are you going?"
"In my room, I don't think I can sleep in one bed with my sister's killer." Moira walked away from the room and went in her one, leaving Nikki crying on the floor.