𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒. Michael Kaiser

5. Miss you

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I think I'll miss you forever, like the stars miss the sun in the morning time
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He shook and screamed as the man yelled. He didn't do anything. He felt so conflicted. This shitty world. He never really swore. He never liked to use the words his father spoke. Yet, here he was, cursing out so furiously. He hated this world. A thief? He knew what he was. He knew the crimes he had committed. But to be condemned for something he was innocent of was stupid. He may steal, but he did not steal this. He was undoubtedly framed.

It was undeniable. Still, the police did not think anything of the bottles of alcohol laying on the floor. None of them questioned the blood stains on the ground nor the bruises on his beautiful skin. None of that was questioned. Instead, he was treated like a villain. With such disdain for a sin, he did not commit.

Unfair. It was unfair to him. He knew he did nothing wrong. But that was not what caused his heart to scream. His heart did not ache at the maltreatment he was receiving. His heart ached at the running of her. Nikita.  His saviour. She couldn't save him this time. There was no way.

All of that became clearer the second he saw the tears on her face. She couldn't breathe. "Get off him!" The police men raised a brow at the little girl. She thrashed. "What? Did you get yourself a little whore just like your mother?" His father's voice whispered in a way nobody else could here. Except her. And  it was at that moment that she understood the severity of this situation.

Nobody else could speak. She knew it now. "Get your hands off my boy. That's my fucking boy! I'm the one who took care of him. Me! It was all me." Her sobs echoed in the air with her tearful pleas. "I'm the one who he held! I'm the one who needs him. You can't take him from me. If you take him from me, I swear I'll fucking end you! My boy. He's always been my boy. Only my boy."

She had never liked to cry. However, the tears in her eyes were against the idea of her feeling a bit better. She didn't understand what it would be like without her. The months that had passed in which she saw him every single day. In which she wrapped her hands around him. The officer grabbed her arm tightly. "This is a grown-up matter."

The words made her sick to her stomach. She had always been told those words. It was disgusting. "But he's my problem. He's what matters to me. It's not your stupid adult problems; it's you stealing my boy." Her boy. She said it so surely like she knew he was hers because she did. She was so sure she was liked and cared for by him. Just like the way he knew she cared for her.

She watched when they dragged him away. The tears falling down her eyes like a faucet. She felt as if she had been robbed. They simply stole him off her. "I'll visit you all the time, I swear." She said. She was so firm about it. She said it herself. He believed every single word that had ever come out of her mouth. It didn't make any sense to him or anyone. The police scoffed at this interaction. "Young lady, I advise you to stay away from him."

There was no way she would be able to do such a feat. It made no sense to her. It made no sense that she should have to do that. "Shut up." He had ever seen her voice so hostile. So negative. But he was glad it wasn't directed to him. The police man rolled his eyes and shrugged. He didn't care. She didn't care about him either. It wasn't her problem.

Desperately, she tried to hold in her tears. She tried not to continue the fountain she had been unleashing.  Her body shook as he was driven away. Her throat cried as she screamed. She screamed so loudly as if she had lost everything. It was only temporary. She would see him again soon. But that would be through a wall, a phone call.

She wouldn't get to graze her hands over his gentle skin. Feel the slight dip wherever there was a scar. She wouldn't get to do that anymore. She wouldn't get to drag him to places and shower him with gifts. However, money was power. The only problem is her parents would never have let her bail him. She wished she wasn't just a little girl. She wished she could have saved him.

Because if she did, she would always get to know him. She would always have the boy in her hands. She would always get to hold him close. Her father used to always tell her to hold on to the things she loved. At least when he used to talk to her. She held on to him, but slowly, she let go. She always holds on so tightly to the rope guiding them that the friction burns her. Always. This time, she wouldn't let go. She wouldn't have to let go because he wasn't trying to pull away. Instead, he inched closer.

Nikita had always imagined the day everything was perfect for them. She would make it so. But for now, she lay there tears in her eyes as they stuffed her boy into a car. "He really did quit, like he says he did." She mumbled. The world was unfair. She wasn't complaining about her problems, but the ones the world put him through. That was the issue. Not how much it hurt to see him taken away because that was too painful to comprehend. Her breath quickened faster than she could inhale all the needed oxygen. She knew she would visit tomorrow and everyday after. If the world wanted to rob her, she'd simply take back what was rightfully hers. He was rightfully hers.

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In case people don't fully understand this chapter, it's when Kaiser got arrested for a theft he did not commit. I'm just saying. I just finished exams !! Go read all my other books too!! I work really hard on this fic. I think it'll get chatficcy like after the next chapter, okay?

I love you guys so much, eat well, sleep well and hydrate, okay? If you're ever ill, I'll be your elixir.