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Hello, this is Nicole Pearce's phone. I'm probably busy right now (little boy's voice in the background) uhm... leave a message.
"Eh... Nicky? It's me, Aiden. I know you don't want to talk to me, just... call me?"
...leave a message.
"It's been a week, so I don't think you're planning on calling me. It's alright. I understand. But please, I need to talk to you."
...leave a message.
"Ignoring me won't help, Nicky. I just wanted to tell you that I love you and Jacks and that I'm sorry for everything that happened. Every single thing. A... a thing has happened when you left. Quite a big thing. The guy who held you captive, Damien, my... my friend, is dead. I shot him."
It's Nicole Pearce. Leave a message. Not you, Aiden.
"Nicky, listen. I know I barely talked to you about anything in a long while, but I really need that right now. You know I killed people, many times, but never have I killed someone this close, I can't go on like this. What do I do, Nicole? How do I deal with it?"
Aiden. Just stop calling, I won't answer.
"He was my everything, Nicole. I still wasn't over Lena, hell, I wasn't over mom. And now this happened. At first I felt free, you know, as if someone let me out of a cage in which I was held for years. Because I was, really. But then I understood what happened, what really happened. Damien Brenks is dead, by my hand, and though I knew that would happen and I wanted it to happen, I didn't get that tingling. I'm not satisfied the way I thought I would."
Aiden, stop it. Anyone else, leave a message.
"Nicky I love you and Jacks so much (hiccup). I'm drunk Nicky. I haven't been drunk for so long and it feels good. Damn, it's good! Ha! (sounds of shattered glass) NO IT ISN'T. I miss you Nicky. I miss Damien.
...leave a message.
"Nicky... (quiet sob). I can't go on. I shot him in the fucking head, do you understand?"
...leave a message.
"Nicky?"