No Good Nick

Ms. Marinelli

A/N: Piece of advice, I recommend you listen to this with some scary or suspenseful music in the background. I wrote this while listening to the Evil Queen's soundtrack from Once Upon A Time. It definitely amplifies the feel of the chapter. Anyways, on with the story!

Dorothy's POV

The mysterious woman who I once called a friend was back. This time, she wasn't leaving without making a bit of trouble.

Dorothy: What're you doing here, Felicia?

Felicia: Is that any way to greet a friend?

Dorothy: We haven't been friends in years. There's no reason for you to be here. So, I ask again, why are you here?

Felicia: I'm here... to have some fun. With certain people. How does that sound?

Dorothy: It would sound a lot better if you weren't talking in these stupid riddles. For once, act like a normal person and not a twisted enigma!

Felicia: You want the truth, D? Fine! I'll give ya the truth!... Antonio was murdered.

Dorothy: Oh, so dramatic! Am I supposed to know who that is?

Felicia: Antonio Franzelli.

Dorothy: Nick's dad? What about him?

Felicia: He was murdered!

Dorothy: What's it to you? You left him years ago. Have you even thought of the idiot since?

Felicia: Everyday.

Dorothy: You're a great con artist, Fifi, but everyone has a tell. I especially remember yours. You haven't thought your ex in ages. So, what changed?

Felicia: The little runt visited.

Dorothy: Oh... Little Nicki found her mommy. How sweet. And what? It awakened the dormant maternal instincts that were buried deep down?

Felicia: I may have left, but I never stopped thinking of them.

Dorothy: What's that supposed to mean?

Felicia: I've been secretly keeping tags on them.

Dorothy: You been spying on your family? For how long?

Felicia: It started when I first left. After a while, I thought nothing bad would happen to them, so I stopped. But then...

Dorothy: There's always a but in these stories.

Felicia: Nick found me. She told me everything.

Dorothy: And?

Felicia: It made me realize something.

Dorothy: Oh, for the love of.... You and I both know what you love most. It's not the kid, and definitely not her dad. You love the THRILL! The adrenaline! The high! You love those things because they made you feel alive! You're going to sit there, and tell me right to my face, that you wished you stayed with your sad little family, instead of living you life the way it's meant to be lived?

Felicia: That's not it.

Dorothy: No, it's not. You love drugs and alcohol. You love hookups and not caring about nobody! Nobody but yourself. You expect me to believe you feel "love" for your family?

Felicia: That's not what I realized.

Dorothy: Then what did you-

Felicia: I will talk when you close your damn mouth! Let's get one thing straight, I may have left, but I still felt something for my family.