|Subject: Chapter 3 - NC 17 (for language)
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Date Posted: Wednesday, February 01, 11:40:54am
In reply to:
's message, "All of Me" on Wednesday, January 11, 02:54:40pm
"Do you have any brothers or sisters Michael?" Nikita asked.
Michael looked out at the water. "I have a sister. I haven't seen her in years though. Things are...strained between us."
Nikita looked down at her cup and said, "I'm sorry."
Michael looked over at her. "It's alright. I came to terms with it a long time ago."
Changing the focus of their conversation, Michael inquired, "How about you?"
Nikita smiled and said, "I have 2 brothers. Both older than me."
Michael nodded. "Are you close to them?
Nikita's smile faded a tiny bit, "Charlie is the oldest. He was 10 when I was born. There was such a big age difference that he mostly played with my other brother Eric who's five years older than me."
"Quite a big age difference between all of you." Michael commented.
"Well my dad was in the military. He worked on some sort of top secret programs from what I hear and was never around much. I guess the times he did come home for any length of time were the times my brothers and I were conceived."
"Did you see much of him as a child?"
"I don't remember much about him. Eric told me that he used to stop by once or twice a year and spend most of his time with Charlie. He would take him places and bring us back gifts, but we were never invited to go with the two of them. We all got cards on birthdays and special occasions, but when Charlie turned 18 everything stopped."
"What do you mean stopped?" Michael asked at he moved a little closer to his new friend.
"Well, when Charlie turned 18 and my father showed up. This is the only clear memory I have of him. He came into our house and told Charlie to pack his things because they were leaving. My mom went ballistic, but Charlie seemed eager to go with my father. Charlie said good-bye to Eric and me while my mom was ranting at my father. When she started screaming and yelling at my father, I remember getting really scared because mom never yelled like that, ever. I remember starting to cry and my dad crouched down in front of me, wiped my tears and told me that I shouldn't worry, and that Charlie would be fine. I remember asking him if he would come and take Eric and me away from Mama someday too. He smiled at me and told me that someday Eric may go away with him, but I would never have to worry about leaving."
Nikita stopped talking and took a sip of her drink and then continued.
"Anyway, dad and Charlie left and that's when mom started drinking. I guess she was afraid of losing Eric and me and that's how I think it started, but after a while it didn't matter anymore. She kept moving us from place to place thinking that maybe my dad wouldn't find us if we kept moving, and her drinking had got worse. By the time Eric was old enough to leave home, he wouldn't. She was so terrible to him but he stayed, for me."
"To protect you?" Michael asked.
Nikita nodded, "When I was 15, Eric and I ran away from home. I doubt that my mother even noticed we were gone for a few days. By then, her drinking was constant, and she had taken up with this creepy guy who kept trying to touch me and kiss me. One night, the jerk actually crept into my room and forced himself on me."
Nikita shivered as the memory washed over her.
"I hate to think of what would have happened if Eric hadn't been there." She said and looked over at Michael.
"Anyway,” Nikita shook off the memory, “Eric and I lived on the streets for a while until he got a job and I found Melanie."
"Melanie?" Michael inquired.
"Actually, she found me on the streets. I used to hang out in front of this record shop. I liked listen to the music, and I didn't bother anyone, so the owner let me hang out and sweep out front for some pocket change. Customers would come and go from the shop, and not one of them ever gave me the time of day. One afternoon a woman stopped on her way out and asked me if I was lost or needed help. I was all grungy and dirty and looked every bit the part of a street rat I'm sure. At first, I felt sort of nervous about this woman who was talking to me, but there was something so genuine in her voice the way she spoke to me. Like she actually cared and wanted to help. "
Nikita chuckled, "Yeah and how greatful was I for the offer to help? I told her to fuck off and mind her own business, and then I ran away from the store."
"What did she do then?" Michael asked.
"She came back everyday to see me. For three weeks she kept coming back. She put up with my insults, my nasty attitude, and after the first few days, she gave almost as good as she got. I really began to like her then, and even felt I could trust her a little bit. She didn't ask anything of me, except honesty and friendship, and I respected that. When I finally did open up to her and told her about Eric and me and our situation, she scouped us up and took us in right away. Melanie helped Eric get a better job and she made sure I finished school. I'm so very lucky she found me, and that we found her. She's my best friend, and the manager of my band now." Nikita chuckled, "She's got a great heart and an iron will. She's told me more than once that come hell or high water, we're going to record an album, and if she has to pay for it herself, she will."
"I'd love to hear you sing some time." Michael smiled shyly.
Nikita returned his smile with a shy one of her own. "I still get embarrassed when I sing in front of other people. If Eric wasn't in the band, I don't think I could've come this far."
"He sings too?" Michael asked.
Smiling, Nikita replied, "Yeah, and he plays guitar too. We both have since we were little."
Feeling embarrassed for having monopolized most of the conversation and feeling a little self-conscious from consuming too much wine and telling a complete stranger her whole life story, she looked over at Michael and sighed.
"Enough about me Michael. I'm sure I rambled on long enough." Nikita said, cheeks flushed slightly in embarrassment. "I'm sure that it's very late and you must have somewhere to go. I've kept you long enough."
Michael smiled at her choice of words. With the little he had learned about the blonde haired beauty before him, he felt like their night had not been long enough. He had to see her again, of this he was sure.
"Nikita, would you meet me tomorrow?" Realizing the lateness of the hour, Michael grinned and continued, "Actually, later today?"
Nikita smirked, "I haven't scared you off yet?"
Michael's smile grew and he replied in a sexy voice, "I don't scare easily."
He stood up and held out his hand to assist Nikita. She took his hand and slowly stood up until they were standing eye to eye. Michael held her hand in his and with his thumb rubbed her hand in small circles. "Have lunch with me."
Nikita's smile widened and she replied, "I'd like that."
Michael raised her hand to his mouth and softly kissed the back of her hand.
"I'll come for you around twelve o'clock."
Nikita blushed, liking the sound of that.
The pair collected the blanket and now empty bottle and cups and stood staring at each other. It seemed neither one wanted to turn away from the other. Something had happened to them on this night, something neither one thought would ever happen. They were falling in love.
Michael looked out to the ocean and then at Nikita. "Good night Nikita."
Nikita tilted her head a little bit to the side and replied, "Good night Michael."
Both of them turned slowly and began to walk in opposite directions; both filled with a sense of excitement and anticipation of what would come next.
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