Chapter 65

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Nikki's POV

It's been a week since I'm in this prison. To be honest, I kinda start to get the point of being here. It's like a place you have to stay in as a punishment. And when your punishment is over you get a second chance. I hear John still screaming in his sleep. Poor John. The monsters in his head are really loud. How come I haven't lost my mind yet? I've seen so much blood and guts before. Just like John has. But he ended up the insane one. Wait. Could it be what I'm thinking? Is Moira my salvation from the madness? Now everything makes sense. Hah, finally I can relieve my mind. Oh, right. I'm in jail. Well, it may be ten years but at least it's with a week less, right? And Moira... Oh poor Moira, I've hurt her so much. I'll understand if she doesn't want to see me anymore. I mean, I killed her sister. But how come we made love in that cursed house? Thinking about that, I feel my heart beating faster. Well, when these ten years are over, I'll try my best to win her. It's not like it will be hard though. She's always coming back. But what if she doesn't come back this time? What if she can't wait for me anymore?

Visitors? It's Moira. I know it. Well, no time to lose. As I make my way to the chair... is that... Deana? Oh no, Moira what have you done? Why is she here? I told you not to... Fuck... She saw me. Oh come on, stop with this bitchy crying.
"Frankie, oh dear. I missed you so much." First of all ew, I hate when she hugs me and secondly, THAT'S NOT MY FUCKING NAME.
"That's not my-"
"Oh Frankie, what have you done? Why did you do all of this? You're in jail now." When is she going to stop? Moira, please say something.
"Deana, please. How many times I have to explain to you that-"
"That's not your name, I got it."
"Then why you still call me like that?"
"Because I can't accept the fact you're not my Frankie anymore."
"Maybe if you and my stupid father wanted me I wouldn't have changed it. I guess I was never your son, Deana."
"Enough. You don't know what you're talking."
"Oh I don't know what I'm talking? Don't you dare pretend like nothing had happened."
"Frankie-"
"THAT'S NOT MY FUCKING NAME."

"Nikki, please calm down."
"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE CALM WHEN SHE'S HERE?"
"Alright, alright. I'm leaving."
"Oh yeah, leave. That's the best thing you and my father can do."
"Um, Nikki, Deana, Vince told me that Frank Feranna had died ten years ago. He just sent me a message." He... He's dead? Well... I don't care. I don't fucking care.
"Oh poor Frank." IS THAT WHAT YOU'RE GONNA SAY, MOM? POOR FRANK? WHAT ABOUT ME? WHAT ABOUT THE LITTLE BOY HE LEFT, MOM?
"I'm sorry Nikki. I-"
"Don't. Please. Don't."
"But Nikki-"
"SHUT UP MOIRA, THAT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS."
"Don't shout at her, Frankie."
"It's okay Deana, I got used to it." Ah, fuck. I fucked up.
"Deana, please. Leave me and Moira alone."

"Deana, I think it's time to go." Finally Moira. Finally.
"Moira, take care of him. I hope you can do it better than me." Oh she will. She's the best thing that ever happened to me.
"I'll try." Alright, Deana left.
"I'm sorry Nikki. I shouldn't have-"
"There's no point of apologies."
"I-I just-" No, don't cry Moira. I'm crumbling when you cry like that.
"Don't cry, Moira. It's okay. I'm not that mad now."
"You are. You can't lie to me."
"She's not here so I can be calm at last."
"I'm so stupid. I thought you could finally get along with her."
"Now you know it's impossible, right?"
"I'm sorry about your... Nevermind."
"My father? Don't be."
"But Nikki. I'm sure you're-"
"I'll be okay. Don't think about it."

"Nikki, do you hate me?" Impossible.
"What? No. Don't say that again, please. That's bullshit."
"But I brought your mother here a-and you got mad."
"At her. Not at you."
"B-but-"
"Hey, I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't want to shout at you. I just-"
"No, don't be. I'm sorry."
"Let's just change the topic, shall we?"
"What do you want to talk about?"
"Us."
"Oh, well..."
"Even if you kill me I'm still going to love you, Moira."
"You know it's impossible for me to stop loving you so..."
"I was wondering if you could give me a chance to be yours."
"But you are mine. And I'm yours for sure."
"Will you wait for me? I promise I will change for the better."
"You will?" Even I can't believe it.
"Yes. It will be hard at first, but I'll do it for you, my love. I'm tired of everything. I think I've done enough damage. Now it's time to clean up and move on."
"I've been waiting for this day so long." Me too, my love. Me too.
"You're my life, Moira. You're the reason I breathe. You're my guardian angel who led me through the darkest nights. Because of you, I'm with my mind. Unlike John, who's for the insane asylum."
"Really?"
"Yes. He's been screaming for vengeance since the day he came here."
"Can you sleep well? Should we move you into another prison?" After all that pain I caused her, she still cares. Oh God, I love her so much.
"It's okay. I appreciate your concern."
"Of course I'm concerned about you. You're my everything."
"But will you wait for me? It's gonna be ten hard years for both of us. I won't be mad if you find someone better than me."
"Nikki. Of course I will wait for you."
"But this is gonna be a really long time."
"I'll pay you visits as much as possible." Oh Moira. This is gonna be a nightmare for you.
"Will you be okay with that?"
"Of course."
"But-"
"Nikki, my love is way stronger than you think." I think I love her even more.

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