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"Get out!" Seth growled menacingly as he pointed to the door. "Get the fuck out of my house. I never want to see you again. Don't stop me in the hallway. Don't call my name. Don't think about me. I don't even want you to acknowledge that I'm alive. I want nothing to do with you."
Nicky quickly looked over at Ricky, hoping he might help but he just shook his head. "You're on your own, honey," Ricky said. "You got yourself into this mess. You get yourself out of it."
Nicky's shoulders slumped. He looked at Seth again, hoping he might be able to get through the man's anger but the thunderous look on his face told Nicky that it was a lost cause. Seth was too angry to forgive him.
Nicky walked to the door and opened it. He paused for a moment, turning his head until he could see Seth's feet. "I'm sorry," he whispered. Nicky jumped when he heard a loud crash against the door as he closed it behind him.
He turned and stared at it for several minutes before walking back to his apartment. He closed his apartment door quietly behind him and sank to the floor, burying his head in his hands.
Nicky squeezed his eyes closed to keep the tears in them from slipping free. This sucked on so many levels. He liked Seth, really liked him. The few times that they talked were great. Nicky could easily see himself getting involved with the man, if Seth didn't hate him as he obviously did now.
Nicky jerked when his cell phone went off. He quickly pulled it out of his pocket and looked at it, surprised to see Elliot's number on the caller ID. The detective never called unless it was something important.
"Hello, Elliot," Nicky said, hoping his voice sounded somewhat normal. "What's up?"
"Nicky, I don't want to freak you out but I think Morales knows where you are."
"What?" Nicky jumped to his feet and began pacing around his living room. "But how? We didn't tell anyone where I was going. I didn't even tell my mother."
"I know, Nicky, and I'm not positive. It's just a feeling."
Nicky pushed his trembling hand through his hair. “Fuck, Elliot, don't scare me like that."
"Look, Nicky, I just want you to take extra precautions. Keep your doors and windows locked at all times. Don't let anyone in that you don't know. Don't go anywhere unless you have to. Be aware of your
surroundings."
Nicky laughed. It sounded bitter even to his ears. "Guess that means I won't be getting drunk tonight."
"Nicky, are you okay?" Elliot asked. "You sound a little funny."
"No, I'm not okay… but I will be."
"Want to talk about it?"
"Seth found out I'm not a woman," he said quietly.
"I take it that it didn't go well?"
Nicky laughed again. "No, not unless you call him telling me he never wants to see me again going well."
"Oh, Nicky, I'm sorry," Elliot said. "You really liked this guy."
"Yeah, I did." Nicky rubbed his face then dropped his hand. "But I guess it doesn't matter now."
"Maybe when this is all over you can explain it to him," Elliot said.
"I don't think it would make a difference, Elliot. You didn't see how angry he was, how hurt." Nicky shook his head. "No, he doesn't want anything to do with me and I can't say that I blame him. I lied to him."
"You had to, Nicky, you know that."
"Fuck! Maybe it would have just been easier to let Morales catch me."
"Damn it, Nicky, you know that's not true. If Morales gets his hands on you he's going to kill you. There is no other option. You saw him kill Juan in cold blood. You're the only witness to the crime. He has to kill you before you can testify."
"Yeah, I know but this is all just so hard."
"I know, Nicky, believe me. But Morales needs to be put away before he kills someone else and as long as he's on the loose, you're never going to be safe. We need to put him away."
"I guess you're right."
"You know I am, Nicky."
"I just hate being alone," Nicky said, his voice breaking. He knew he sounded needy but he was. "I miss all of my friends. I miss my family. You're the only person I talk to. Hell, the other day I was