Chapter 2
A/N: Sorry I haven't posted in a while but I was having writers block and college just started back up. I hope you all won't kill me.
Moira was laying on her bed staring at the ceiling. For some reason the thought of looking in her mom's bag did not nag at her like you think it would. She heard a tap at her window, sitting up she saw Wade's goofy face in the window. Moira stood and opened the window, he hopped in bringing her into a tight hug. "How was it?" he whispered in her hair.
She squeezed him, "Not as bad as I thought it would be". "I'm sorry Moy…you wanna get some ice cream or something?" he scratched the back of his head. Moira laughed a little "Maybe tomorrow" Wade looked at her strangely. "What's wrong?" she asked. "I might not be here tomorrow" her eyes widened. "But it's so soon this time" her heart was sinking again. "I know, but…something happened last night".
Moira felt her temper flare up "WHAT DID YOU DO?" she went to grab him by the ear like she usually did when he told her about his delinquent outings but he grabbed her wrist and kissed her hand softly. Damn it she thought as she relaxed, "I can't tell you but I don't think I'm coming back Moy". Her relaxation was short lived "W-what?" she blinked trying to pry her wrist out of his hand. "TELL ME" she shouted feeling tear well up in her eyes.
"Some buddies of mine and I were in Toronto at a club, and dad showed up. He looked pretty pissed, pulled me out of the place about to beat the shit out of me when one of my drunk friends runs at him and takes his gun and shoots him". Moira couldn't believe what she was hearing "Where are you going this time?" she panicked "I'm not sure but I know it's going to be far away". She wanted to sob and whine and yell but all she could manage was "Take me with you".
He looked at her with a sad expression "You know I can't do that, you need to make your own path and following a troubled man like myself wouldn't be good for you". Wade went to run his hand in her hair when she swatted it away "You don't know what's good for me Wade!". Before she could keep arguing he took her hand and they went out of her bedroom door and through the apartment and across the hall to his place or what was his place.
He unlocked the door and led her in "Sit down, I'll get some alcohol". She did as she was told and waited for him to come back from the kitchen. Wade came back in and sat next to her, "Here" he handed her a concoction, she began to gulp. "Whoa, pace yourself buddy" he weakly laughed. Moira looked at him pointedly already feeling the alcohol boost her confidence. "How the hell are you so calm? Your father is dead, I mean I can kind of understand-you hated his guts but he was still your dad". He looked at her skeptically and sighed staring at his drink, "I never saw him as my father Moy, he was a filthy bastard and I'm glad he's gone".
"Oh…I see" she started to think about her dad, she didn't know him but she wondered what kind of relationship she would have with him. "Hey" she said after a long silence, he hummed in response "Did you really mean it? About me not coming with you?" he sat up and mulled over his response. "No…I didn't mean it" he smiled and got up to go to the kitchen and coming back out with refills.
"We leave tomorrow Moira" he raised his cup for a cheers and she obliged him. After finishing her drinking Moira started feeling a little faint or was it…tired? "W-Wade…what's..in here?". He looked at her carefully "…Alcohol duh silly" through her fuzzy state she could barely see his sad expression. "Did you ruffie me?" she asked. "No hun, you're just exhausted and stressed out from today" he smiled and like that she was out like a light.
When she woke up, she was in her bed. Sitting up she realized what had happened. That bastard she wanted to wring his neck and what was worse was she had a raging hangover. Moira got out of bed, her sleepiness making the thought of losing the two people she cared about most not hitting her as hard as it should. Walking in to the living room the apartment was empty, her uncle probably not back from his night shift at work.
So, she began to pick up and make coffee for herself, she went to open up the blinds and saw two police cars parked outside. Immediately she closed them, is wade still home? She wondered to herself. Then the memory hit her and she felt sad, no he's not. There was a fire escape where her bedroom window was so she decided to have her coffee out there. Coming back into her room, she saw her mom's bag and decided now was the time to read her mom's note.
Sitting on the step she opened the envelope:
Dear Moira,
I wanted to start off with how sorry I am for leaving you in such a short amount of time. I also wanted to let you know that…I know about your uncle. A few weeks ago he told me when I was admitted here, the horrible things he did to you. He asked for my forgiveness and I would not accept. He then asked if it was your forgiveness he should be seeking. This angered me, you're just a defenseless girl and as my dying wish, I know this may seem extreme but I want you to kill him. I feel as though this will bring you the true freedom you deserve. If you choose to do so I have travel arrangements for you and a contact number of an old friend of your fathers. Please do what you think is right.
I love you, Mom.
She could not believe what she was reading. Kill her uncle? End his life? Moira smiled deviously, it looks like my freedom is going to come soon.
