Moria's POV

= Slut =

It's been two weeks since Kat moved in. To my relief, she had agreed to babysit Charles. She would stay. Today, Kat brought Charles to the mall for baby stuff shopping. I was pouring Kat's wine into the sink. She shouldn't drink that much.

"Bitch."

I turned around and saw Hayden. "What? Slut."

Hayden defended herself, "Don't act like you are better than me. I didn't sleep with men that you didn't sleep with." I never slept with Ben or Travis, but there was no point to argue. She clearly had issues. I turned around and poured another bottle down the sink.

"Hey," Hayden tried to get my attention again.

"What do you want?" I got annoyed.

"It's not your turn to ask question. What do you want from the new tenant?" She asked.

"I don't know what you are talking about," I tried to control my facial expression.

"You are the one who told the other to scare off those 'innocent' people," Hayden said in an angry voice, "But this one, you want her to stay and babysit the baby? What do you want from her? Why are you using your young face now? She can't even see it!"

"She is a nice person," I replied. I couldn't really think of a nice enough excuse, "And since when do you care about other people?"

"You know Ben and Vivian don't really need a babysitter. You are only asking her to babysit, so they will let her stay. I know you have a secret. I can feel it," She grabbed my arm, "Now, tell me your dirty little secret. What's so special about her? I know you are hiding something and it is driving me nuts not know what it is." She knew me well. I guessed in some way, we were the same type of people.

"I have nothing to hide," I lied.

"Liar," She called me, "I know in that tiny maid brain of yours, you are planning something."

"You are jealous that I have a human to do stuff," I tried to change topic, "But your Larry is in jail because he took the blame for killing Travis."

"He owes me," She spoke angrily, "And you admit you are using her. You try to get her to dig up your body again? You can't do that! I am buried right next to you. People can't know that I am dead!"

It's not what I was planning, but it might help to shut her up by just admitting that. "If you think I am using her, tell her yourself!" I shouted. The door bell rang.

"I heard that her husband cheated on her. She must really hate a mistress very much. What if I also tell her that you slept with your boss and then got shot in the eye by his jealous wife? She is going to get so angry and you will disgust her," She followed me to the door. I knew she wouldn't do that.

"I don't care," I opened the door and smiled at Kat.

= To Be Continued =