Back To Me || Book 2 [N. Romanoff × Fem Reader]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟎𝟐

TALIYAH'S POV

I heard a noise coming from the outside of the front door, making me sigh as I knew my mother is drunk again, like every night ever since we got here.

She stumbled her way in, sloppily walking as she throws off her shoes somewhere around the room. She stops on her tracks as she spot me aand she smiled smuggly.

"Hey, why are you still up?" She asked, quietly that I had to turn off the volume of the movie that I was watching.

"It's Friday night, ma." I answered simply as she made her way next to me.

She laid her head back on the couch as her smell enters my poor nosetrills.
"What did you drink this time?" I asked her.

She shrugged. "Mixed," She breathed and I could tell the alcohol that she had drank was; tequila, whiskey and vodka.

"What's that smell? Taliyah is that you?" Another voice came up from behind as I turn to look at my other mom, who just arrived a few hours back.

I shook my head before looking back at my mama.

"Whose voice was that? Was it you? Did you say something?" Mama slurred her words but I could still understand her.

Natasha looked at me then back to her.
"No, you're just hearing things," I answered as Nat and I shared a look, stifgling back our laughs.

"Whatever, I'll be in the study," She quickly stood up, stumbling a bit. Her eyes were closed but she managed to walk perfectly without bumping into any other things.

Natasha then looked at me.
"Is she okay?" She asked.

"Perfectly fine," Mama replied before I could even open my mouth. "You're voice sounds weird, Nataliyah," She added.

Nat and I shared a look. "Which Nataliyah are you talking about?" I asked, never taking off my eyes at my mom.

"Don't fool me Taliyah. Your mother wouldn't be here, she doesn't want you as her daughter," She snaps, her words sting but I got used to it since she has been mentioning it for about two years now. "Same as my mother was," She added, before fully entering the study room.

Natasha looked at me apologetically.
"You have a lot of work to do," I stated, quietly but firmly before going off to my bedroom, "And by the way," She turned to look at me. "This is your last chance, mom. Break her once again and you're done." I warned my own mother as I closed the door behind me.

NATASHA'S POV

I released a shaky breath before entering to what said study room without even bothering to knock.

And there she was, sitting in front of her laptop, casually rubbing her temples in exhaustion. The bags under her eyes told me that she haven't gotten any proper sleep. The table in front of her was full of empty-dirty coffee mugs that was scattered all around along with crumpled papers.

Five minutes in of watching her, she was slowly falling asleep, eyes shutting close, breathing getting even, but then, her head shot up as soon as her laptop made a sound.

An image appeared on the screen and she stared at it for a while before looking up at the bulletin board that I had just now noticed. She looks back down, checking twice, before grabbing a few pills in a tiny bottle, swallowing morethan five pieces.

Next thing I knew was, she was hyper. She printed the image and place it on the board as she stared at it for a while before gasping. I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at it in confussion as to why she was so invested on that thing...and then it clicked, it was a kill board, every image was her target, leading to a certain man on the middle, encircled with a red marker.

"Thought I wouldn't know but I did," She mumbled before turning to my direction for the first time since she arrived.

She scoffed. "Even in here I hallucinate," She chuckled as she blinked rapidly to clear her sight, but unfortunately for her, she wasn't just 'hallucinating'. Her smile slowly turns to a frown as soon as she realized that I was real.

She was still drunk though, since she was slightly stumbling on her wallk. She stared at me, eyes narrowed as her index finger made contact with the fabric of my shirt. She forcefully pushed me using one finger, again and again on my chest like she was just tapping a button.

She then, meets my eyes.
"You are real. You are not a ghost. I'm not dreaming. I'm not hallucinating." She was mumbling and I felt like deja vu, since I was like that when I found out about her being alive and not dead.

She instantly and lightly slapped me across the face, making my head whip to the side, before I look back at her again.
"What—" I got cut off with another slap on my other cheek.

My eyes darted back at her.
"Don't you look at me like that," She warned, making me frown.

"Then, don't slap me!" I whisper-shouted.

"You deserve it!" She spat. "And for your knowledge, you have no rights to be here, so go away." She shooed.

"I don't, but I have rights to see my daughter," I replied, she was about to walk away but stopped when she heard me.

"What did you say?" She looks offended. "Your daughter? Since when did you have a daughter?" She laughed eerily. "You just disowned her now you're calling her your daughter. Wow! What a change!" She exclaimed quietly, her eyes squinting at me.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "I did not disown her. I just didn't believe you," I retorted more calmer than she was.

It was probably not the best time to talk to her with this things right now since she was hyper and too much alcohol was in her system.

"Same thing," She shrugged, walking out.

"Don't turn your back on me like the last time," I warned her, making her stop but kept her back on me.

"Or what?" She challenged, making me sigh.

"Look, Y/N, I just want to talk," I pleaded, and this time she finally looks at me.

"Nat, we always talk, and look where it got us?" She raised both of her hands on her side along with a shrug. "Life's getting miserable."

"I didn't come here to argue, trust me, I just want us to be okay, don't you?"

"I want to, but not now, I'm busy." She replied nonchalantly.

"Busy? You're never busy," I retorted.

"Well, now I am. So, can you please get out of my apartment." She asked respectfully.

"It's not that easy. I'm not going anywhere until you let me in," I stood my ground, making her sigh.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," She groans loudly, walking back to her table and grabbing something on the drawer.

She then looks back at me then to the paper.
"You have a restraining order." With that little information, she hands me a piece of paper.

I furrowed my eyebrows as I read through the piece of paper that contains serious matters.

"Why didn't I know about this?" I questioned.

She made an eyeroll. "I'm not a mail man, am I?"

I scoffed. "That's not the answer I'm looking for."

"Nat, can you just please step out before this gets more serious."

"Y/N, you can't do this. Forty-eight meters away? Are you being serious?" I argued.

"I can and I am," She simply answered, shooing me off all the way to the door.

"Wait, can't we talk about this?"

She sighed heavily as I wait for her answer.
"Natasha, I'm exhausted. We'll talk about this in the morning," Before I could reply she quickly slammed the door in my face.

I knocked again, "Can I atleast sleep on the sofa?"

"It's not my fault you came all the way from America to Russia unprepared."

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