𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒. Michael Kaiser

12. Control

Where you goin'? I'm too fast
You say whatchu doin'? Don't do that
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Nikita Moriah

I heard the words. I tensed up. I hated he way he controlled me like this. The way he threatened me like that. Noa wouldn't have done that. I really did want Noa to be my father. It wasn't fair that I was stuck with this asshole. It wasn't fair at all. I deserved so much better that. He should have known it, too. He shouldn't have treated his own daughter like she was nothing. "Where I was? Well, I clearly wasn't home. Good enough for you?"

The way his fists clenched didn't go unnoticed to me. His forehead creasing in plain rage. How funny. "Don't disrespect your father." Heavens, shut the fuck up. "You haven't seen enough to really call yourself that." It was uncomfortable to hear him say it as if i was meant to love him. I didn't. Goodness, I didn't want to deal with this right now. I wanted Michael. Where's Michael?

But I'm the one who had to leave. "Watch your attitude." His voice threatening. I shrugged. "So annoying." I wasn't often disrespectful. I've never really thought about the way he treated me before this. It may have been because of Noa. I'd never tasted being treated, so kindly. I bet Michael felt the same way. We're oddly similar, yet so incomparably different. Father only got angrier.

"Noa wouldn't yell at me like this." I whispered to myself. I only just then acknowledged how attached I've gotten. But he's kind. He's a father figure I wish was mine. But he's not. He wouldn't neglect me like Father if he was. I shrug. "Who the hell is Noa?" My father doesn't yell the words. He just sounded frustrated as if he's tired of this conversation already. "A man who's been a better father to me in a day than you have been my whole life."

My father didn't even seem upset about it. "You're ungrateful. Me and your mother work hard to give you all this." He subtly gestures to our house. Well, it's a mansion to be specific. We're rich. I know he works hard to keep it that way so I can live privileged. It's not that he doesn't love me. It's more so that he hasn't taken the time to love me properly. "Ungrateful? It's so foolishly empty in this house. The maids are kind, but the butler has kind of been my best friend. But I don't have dinner with them. I eat every meal in this house alone."

What was the point of living in such a big place if it was really only me who resided in there. "Coming home late, staying over at work. The continuous business trips." I frown. He sighs. "I give you a lot, really. Invite friends, make some. Don't blame all your loneliness on me. You can sit there and feel sorry for yourself all you want. Because if you don't want to consider me your father, then I have no reason to comfort you like a father would."

How unfair. He was abandoning me. That's so funny, isn't it. It's so funny that I could cry. But I don't. "F you, man." I don't bother to listen to his screams as I slam the door behind me. My room feels as though it's my solace. At times like this, I would have seen him. But that was when we were children. I would have held his hand. So cold. I didn't mind my hands being frosted if it was his warmth. He was my solace. I never needed my father because I had him.

Even though I lost him. I went to school, and I wasn't bullied. I just blended in. I didn't hate the people. I just hated the idea of being around them. I had to leave. I would come back, somehow. I looked down from my window. I could die. Would be such a shame, I know. There's a tree. I'm scared of heights; they make me fear death, they make my skin crawl. Still, I reach for the tree. My limbs shaky as I reach for a branch. Don't fall. I beg to myself not to fall. I can't fall. I lose my footing.

But not my life. My hand gripped the branch. I held on for dear life as I pulled up. My whole arm shaking. "Fucking hell." I curse as I finally stabilise myself. I pulled my phone from my pocket. Michael. Do I even have his number? Wait. I do. The group chat. The branch wobbles a bit at my frantic movements. I dialled his number. He's probably busy. Instantly, he picked up. "Yes?" Fuck, even his voice was everything. I sighed. "I'm stuck. Like, a tree. Fall. Probably die." My sentence didn't make sense.

Suddenly, I understood I really was terrified. My hands shivering despite the heat of the weather. "Where?" I struggle. "My house, erm. "Taiyo Road, number 12." I mutter out. I can hear his footsteps, his breathing from the screen. It calms mine down a little. I didn't want to move. I frowned. I had to think about something. My father. Bad topic, but he was the only thing troubling my mind. Maybe he hated the lack of control he had in my life. I didn't really care. He tried to slow me down, to keep me there waiting. Wanted to know where I'm going, I'm too fast.

I waited for a second. Just like this time, all he's ever said is, " What are you doing? Don't do that." Please, Michael. The branch is strong, but I'm a full fucking human. It wouldn't hold me forever. I tried to distribute my weight by resting on the second branch. I see a car drive by. "Michael!" I pray it's him. I'm dying for it to be him. It has to be. And I see the man step out of his car. Closer and closer to me.

"Nikita, Meine Liebe." My love. My features visibly softened. He eyed the tree. "So dangerous." But neither of us know how to get me down.

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Chapter end.

Aah, I hate this chapter. I'm sorry I've had like no motivation today at all. So I'm a little late, but I'm sorry !!

Eat well, sleep well, and hydrate. Stay safe enough to not need an elixir. You've got to at least see the final moon.

Love you all !!