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Date Posted: Friday, January 28, 08:00:52pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 148+" on Thursday, January 27, 08:17:10pm
“Hey Darling, are you sure that you don’t want something?” Ze-Ze inquired as she looked at Nikita. She was sitting in the recliner, staring at the television where she was watching the weather channel. Ze-Ze wanted to do something to help Nikita. “Maybe I should bring some margarita mix over and we can just bash all over the men in our lives.”
Nikita didn’t respond. She didn’t even look over at Ze-Ze. With a sigh, Ze-Ze went to the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of ice tea and placed it next to Nikita. “In case you get thirsty… that happens when I’ve been crying too. I’ll be right next door… and I’ll order pizza soon for dinner and bring it over to you…”
Ze-Ze frowned as she walked out and saw Rhoda standing there. Rhoda shook her head from side to side. “I told you to just let her be.”
“She shouldn’t be left alone, Oda…” Ze-Ze declared and Rhoda sighed. She didn’t like what was going on, but she had Nikita for a long time at the convent. “She likes being alone when her mind can’t take any more. She needs the space right now.”
“You know that isn’t right,” Ze- Ze shook her head from side to side. “That man loves her so much... so much that he was willing to pay for this apartment for a month so she could have time by herself? Why would he leave?”
“As I have read about Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, it takes a lot out of people… not just those who are suffering from it, but from those around the person who is suffering,” Rhoda rubbed her forehead and she sighed. “He’ll be back.”
“When? A week from now? She isn’t even looking at me when I talk to her,” Ze-Ze declared as she placed her hands on her hips. Rhoda rubbed her shoulders and sighed. “You get used to that.”
“Used to a person not even looking at you when you are talking to them?” Ze-Ze shook her head while clucking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Nothing good about that.”
“She won’t talk much either,” Rhoda warned. Ze-Ze rolled her eyes. “I don’t know how she can have a voice left after the way that she was yelling at him to leave. And that he wasn’t there. What happened?”
“Come on…” Rhoda reached her arm out for Ze-Ze to direct her back into their apartment. “I don’t know what happened… and for now… they are apart…”
Just as Rhoda was getting Ze-Ze to head into the apartment, a body emerged from the stairs and Ze-Ze stopped. “You came back.”
“She isn’t staying here,” Michael announced as he pulled the black gloves off of his hands and shoved them into the dark gray coat that he was wearing. He looked like he was cold but Rhoda blinked her eyes with concern. “She didn’t want you to be around, Michael. I think you need to respect what Nikita wants.”
“Hell no!” Ze-Ze snapped as she shook her head. “He needs to be with her… but she isn’t going anywhere.”
“She is going home,” Michael announced as he looked at the door. But Rhoda stepped in front of him. “You can’t make her.”
“That’s what she needs me to do,” Michael declared and Rhoda jerked her head around. “What?”
“Trust me Rhoda.”
“Trust you to order a woman around? Are you going to drag her out of her if she doesn’t go with you willingly?” Rhoda challenged and she felt a chill wrap around her body as Michael’s head went up and down. “I’ll probably have to carry her out. But she’ll fight me. That’s what she needs to do.”
“And that is going to be good?” Rhoda questioned as she placed her hands out. “I can’t let you do this.”
“Do you remember the hospital when she was fighting us about the concussion? How she wanted to leave?” Michael questioned and the question confused Rhoda for a moment. But then she shook the confusion out of her mind and nodded her head. “Until she got sick all over herself. And then she kicked us both out.”
“The nurses didn’t clean her up. She would have thrown them out too,” Michael continued to explain. He saw Rhoda blinked her eyes as she knew that Nikita had gotten cleaned up somehow. “I went back in after you left. I took control and got her cleaned and I didn’t give her an option.”
Rhoda’s hands started to drop and Michael slowly nodded his head up and down. “I wasn’t there for her when she needed me to be… but I’m here now and I’m going to take control while she isn’t in control. That’s what Nikita needs and I am upset that I didn’t figure it out sooner. I should have never left her here at all.”
“It isn’t going to be easy,” Rhoda rasped as her eyes filled with tears. Michael held his head straight up as he looked at the door. “She needs to get it out of her system and if that means that I get some bumps and bruises… I’ll take it, Rhoda.”
She didn’t say anything else and Michael had no more time for her. He moved to the door and leaned his shoulder into it because he knew that Nikita had locked it, even though he knew that Ze-Ze had just left. The door was so thin and it easily splintered.
Nikita slowly looked at the door as Michael walked in. “You are going home, Kita.”
“Leave,” Nikita declared as she sat up in the recliner, her hands clenching into fists. Michael walked towards her and shook his head from side to side. “You are going home with me, Kita. Now.”
“You can’t make me,” Nikita hissed and Michael reached down and pulled Nikita up to her feet. “I will make you.”
“Someone will stop you, Michael. You aren’t in charge of me,” Nikita fired out as she stepped away. “You weren’t there and you left… and now I want you to leave.”
“But you don’t want me to leave,” Michael fired out as he stood tall right in that spot. “You want to fight me. You want to punch me, hit me, hurt me and if that helps you, I want you to do that.”
“I’m not going,” Nikita turned her head to the side.
“Yes, you are,” Michael reached for Nikita and this time she punched into Michael’s side. “You don’t get to say what I’m going to do. You weren’t there.”
“I’m here now,” Michael announced as he kept his voice metered and he didn’t raise it Nikita’s new louder level. “You are coming home.”
“NO!” Nikita hissed as she now punched with the other hand, but Michael caught it and held it. “You can do better than that, Kita. That tells me that you don’t really want to hurt me.”
“Damn you!” Nikita wrenched her hand away and then threw several punches, many which Michael turned away and one kick that did hit pretty good into his hip. He calmly stood still and exhaled. “You are mad and upset about me not being there. And you have the right, Kita. But remember all the times that I was there.”
“What times?” Nikita shouted as her eyes were flooded with tears.
Michael tried not to react to the tears. “When you were brainwashed and about to kill the prime minister… I was there to stop you and to take care of you…”
Nikita pushed Michael’s backwards and shook her head from side to side.
“And when you needed help to take care of your mother…” Michael pointed out gently. Nikita made a loud noise as she slapped at Michael now. “And after the mess with Adrian… making sure that you lived…”
Nikita now started to put some force behind her punches and Michael grunted and then shoved her away. “And when your memories and emotions were stripped away… I got them back… I got you back. I was there, then.”
Nikita then started to sob as she continued to try to attack Michael. He grabbed her arms and then wrapped his arms around Nikita’s body. “I wasn’t always there and I’ll live with that guilt for the rest of my life. But I’m here now and I’m going to get you through this pain… even if it means you have to hurt me over and over again.”
“Leave me,” Nikita tried to break away from Michael. But he held her strong and swallowed hard. “I’m taking you home.”
“You won’t be able too!”
“I may have been out of Section for a while, Nikita. But I’m an operative. It will always be in me to be an operative. If I have to restrain you or drug you, I will. Because you are going home.”
Nikita turned and tried to pull away from him as she tried to kick at his shins. Michael held her wrists tightly and looked at Nikita as she spat out, “Rhoda won’t let you do this to me.”
“Look out the door, Kita. She knows that you need me to do this,” Michael turned their bodies so that Nikita could see Rhoda standing there, tears in her eyes, but making no moves to stop Michael’s approach and manner of which he was doing this.
“Someone will stop you… because I don’t want to go… I’m going to fight you…” Nikita warned and Michael nodded his head. “I wish you would just walk out with me, Nikita. But I’m prepared for taking you physically out of here. And I have a van waiting for us. No one is going to stop me.”
Michael moved quickly and slipped out of his coat and got it wrapped around Nikita’s body. Then he was able to pick her up over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry without the worry that she would be able to fight him too much. She was kicking and screaming. He even felt her trying to bite through his heavy sweater to get him to stop. But Michael moved towards the door and walked into the hallway.
Rhoda stepped to the side and then actually ran down the hallway to open the door. She then looked down the flight of stairs to see Davenport standing there stoically, waiting for Michael to come with Nikita.
It was clear that Michael was going to take Nikita home even if Rhoda would have fought him.
Rhoda watched as Michael lunged quickly outside and disappeared into a black van with Nikita. She prayed that this was the right decision.
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