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Date Posted: Sunday, January 29, 11:44:41pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 372+" on Sunday, January 15, 12:29:17am
“Kita?” Michael gently rapped on the bathroom door where Nikita was soaking in the tub. He heard her groan and he could tell that he had found Nikita in a foul mood still. “I ran into Davenport downstairs.”
“Then he told you everything,” Nikita sourly retorted and Michael stood at the door. He had a feeling that right now was not the time to go into the bathroom.
“I want to talk to you about it… why don’t we talk about it after dinner?” Michael suggested and Nikita groaned again. “I’m not eating.”
“You’ll feel different in a bit… I’m going to order in some Thai… ok?”
There was a pause and there was a soft sigh. “Only if you order me Panang Tofu.”
“And I’ll make sure to get Green Tea Sherbet and Siamese Samosa,” Michael whispered and Nikita chuckled slightly. “Only if I get to eat Green Tea Sherbet first.”
“Of course,” Michael replied as he stood by the door and then stepped away. At least her tone had changed in the conversation. Maybe he would be able to talk to her after they ate about what had happened. Michael had learned not to push Nikita when she wasn’t ready. She wasn’t ready right now.
Michael was leaving their room when Sabina stood in the hallway. “Can I see mom?”
“She is taking a bath, Sabina. She’ll be out later,” Michael looked at his daughter with a smile. “You can tell her about the lab later.”
“I liked it there,” Sabina grinned and Michael sighed. He wasn’t sure what he thought about his daughter liking the lab. He had been out shopping for school supplies and had to run in to do one thing for Nat. Michael squatted down and looked at Sabina. “It’s going to be really fun for you to go to school. You’ll get to do so many neat things.”
Sabina rolled her eyes and tilted her head to the side. “Can I wait for mom while reading this book?”
Michael didn’t even want to know what his daughter was reading. He was sure that it would just bring him more grief to know what she was reading this half of the day. Michael stood up and nodded his head. “Just don’t bother her, Ok?”
“Sure, dad,” Sabina brightly spoke as she pushed the door open and slipped inside and up onto their bed. Michael smiled as he eased downstairs to order probably way too much Thai food, but he saw it as a peace offering.
Nikita had slipped into a pair of terry cloth shorts and a tank top, knowing that she had to put something more on to go downstairs, but for now she felt good. She opened the door and smiled as Sabina was on the bed. Her daughter looked up at her and lifted something up.
“This is so cool, Mom. Is it yours?” Sabina asked and Nikita glanced at the box and felt her world spin on the axis, in the opposite way. Nikita turned to find that the closet was open. “Why did you go in there?”
“I was done with the book and I thought maybe you’d have more books in there,” Sabina explained as if there was nothing wrong with what she had done.
Nikita looked at the closet and then back at the box. Nikita shook her head. “Put that down, Sabina.”
“But there are cool things in there… and these footprints. Are they a baby’s?” Sabina inquired as she pulled the paper out that Nikita had gotten from Mick.
“Put it down,” Nikita hissed thru clinched teeth. “You weren’t to do that, Sabina.”
“But look out cool it is!”
Nikita looked at the box and closed her eyes, feeling the memory taking over despite her desire to push it away. She wished that the box was still hidden away. There were times that she thought that it was time to get rid of it, but it was a huge part of her. Where she had hidden away the scant proof of Sabina and of the life that she had thought she had sacrificed. It was a reminder of what she had to do for life and for the life of those that she loved because of Section One.
Nikita crumbled in front of the bed as she tried to reach for the box. “No… No…”
Sabina turned the box away as she moved away from her mother. Sabina knew that this was bad and called out for her dad, becoming frantic in her calls.
Michael wasn’t sure what else could be going on today. Davenport was still in the kitchen, steaming mad about how Nikita had ordered him to stop watching her even while Michael tried to calm Davenport down after making the order for the food. Michael had tried to talk to Adam but his teenage son was ignoring him. So Michael had reached out to Jason to see if Jason could get Adam to open up, but Adam was stonewalling Jason in some sort of cyber silent treatment also.
Michael though had the feeling of dread come over him as he heard Sabina call out for him in that panicked voice. He had thought that Nikita coming out and seeing her daughter would be good, but now he knew that something had gone wrong.
“Dad?” Adam asked as he stepped out of his room, looking down the hallway. Michael didn’t wait to talk to Adam. That wasn’t the point right now.
Michael turned the corner and Nikita on the other side of the bed, clenching the blankets and her eyes squeezed shut. He had seen this before when Nikita tried to force the PTSD flashes from not happening. It had to be something sudden and then Michael saw what Sabina had in her hands.
“Where did you get that?” Michael asked as he stepped forward towards Sabina. She looked up with eyes full of tears. “It’s pretty, Dad.”
Michael couldn’t explain to his daughter that while this box was pretty to her, it was ugly to Nikita. He took it from her hands and whirled to put it away in the top drawer of the dresser, hiding it from Nikita’s view. Michael picked up Sabina and walked towards the door. “It holds bad memories, Sabina. So why don’t you go downstairs to Davenport and wait for dinner… and I’ll take care of your mom.”
“I thought there would be jewelry in there,” Sabina declared as she huffed and dropped her bottom lip. Michael looked at Adam and was thankful that his son put aside whatever had him all upset and walked downstairs with Sabina.
Nikita had pushed away from the bed, sitting back against the wall with her head shaking back and forth. “Why did she have that? Why?”
Michael was thankful that the PTSD flash was over. Michael sat down beside Nikita and took her hands. “She is a very curious little girl… a lot like her mother.”
“I can’t stop… Section from touching her… she was touching it… and it can haunt her too…”
Michael had nothing to counter with right now. He was just there for Nikita as she slowly calmed down and stopped crying. He heard the doorbell ring that indicated that dinner was there and he didn’t move as he was with Nikita.
Adam knocked at the door and Michael looked up as did Nikita. “The sherbet was going to melt… I know that is what you like to have first, Nikita.”
“Thank you,” Nikita rasped and Adam brought the Styrofoam cup and the plastic spoon to her. Adam looked at Michael and smiled. “We are all having it first… even Davenport. You know how he usually refuses to do that.”
“We’ll be down in a little.”
“I brought yours, Dad,” Sabina whispered as she peaked her head around the corner. Clearly afraid to come in the room right away. Nikita wiped at her eyes and smiled at her daughter. “That’s a great job, Sabina.”
“I’m sorry,” Sabina whispered and Nikita shook her head. “I’m sorry, Sabina. I really am sorry that I overreacted.”
Sabina cautiously stepped forward and handed the cup to Michael and then took Adam’s hand. “I want to eat my sweets downstairs. Is that ok?”
“Yes,” Nikita nodded her head as she could tell that her daughter was still scared. Adam walked with her and Nikita waited until they had left their sight to start crying again. Michael exhaled and rubbed at Nikita’s neck.
Sometimes they just couldn’t win.
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