Always Silent

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

My leg jutted to the side as my mom sat on the loveseat across from me and Nik, she looked at Nik with an angry expression. Nik looked back smugly, he knew he had won and somehow my mother knew too.

I clear my throat, "Mother, umm. This is Ni-cholas," I go for a gentle approach her hand tensed biting like razors into the material of the couch.

"I got that baby, but what are you still doing here?" Nik brings me across the chair and to his torso, before we had made the decision to talk to my mother I had ruled out some guidelines to hopefully avoid an argument with Mallory. As such I told him to put a metre between us, first rule...broken.

"This is my...home," I say awkwardly, if I did it the other way around somebody would still be mad.

"No this isn't, grab your stuff, we're leaving. Now," Nik's face said something else.

Crap! I push him down as he made a move to get up and make a threatening move towards her.

I didn't want rule number two broken...Don't attack, "Nik," I whispered as he sought to struggle from my arms, "She won't take me, we both know you wouldn't let her," I whispered.

He ceased immediately looking up at me with hopefulness.

"Mallo-Mother, I am sorry to disappoint you but I'm no longer under your care..." she visibly tensed.

"Bullshit, you need signatory for me to hand you over," I froze at a loss for words.

"Ahh...umm, unless, wait. I'm married so my care is now Nik's," When I accidently fell in Nik's lap I roll my eyes resisting the urge to remove my gaze from Mallory to Nik and glare playfully knowing we'll be moving onto more interesting acts tonight.

"You're underage," and as crazy as it seems I actually did Geography in first form and during that year we did a topic called developed, and developing. Which indicates the wealth of a country based on their standards of living, not only that but there were personal indicators. And one of these was a child mortality rate, if a country has many children they have a lower standard of living, due to the fact that they cannot afford contraception. Stereotypical, most of these are drunken mistakes through teenagers and have resulted to marriage...naturally.

And I found out that most children in this one country does not have a parent consent law, and since Nik has somehow made an authentic marriage clause I think my mom would believe my next words.

"We got married in Brunei," I heard Nik snicker also catching onto the information that I was spreading.

"Where is that?" my mother inquired thinking I'm still the worst globe reader ever.

"Above Indonesia and Malaysia," I saw Nik smile proudly gathering me into a pile of blushing Quinn.

"Is that so?" she spoke like she had received an email about the queen coming to our house.

"Very, listen Mallo-Mother. Sorry," she hissed every time I did that, I knew it was pissing her off, and I feel guilty because I've been referring to her as Mallory for a month now, it's a habit. "Maxwell was my family too, we were both in different places in the mourning process. You used, Michael...which wasn't the right place to go since he almost raped your daughter," Nik's hand tensed and I felt guilty that I was bringing up something he didn't want to remember, which I find rather weird since he was my knight and shining armour. I pat his leg soothingly, "And I tried my best to learn from my mistakes, but I noticed that I'd become obsessed with it, trying to right something that happened in the past. When I, broke Chris's leg. It wasn't because he was trying too...again; push me into something I didn't want. I saw him; I saw that night. There was a little patch of grass opposite us, I thought it was him mom...I thought it Max," the tears welled and my belly flopped. She had her head in the palm of her hands while she sobbed as I brought up the death of her youngest son. While that was happening I knew Nik was still trying to contain his anger at the mention of Chris and now he knew why he has a broken leg. "I thought if I had gotten Chris off sooner I would make it to that little patch of grass in hopes an alive and happy boy would be there waiting for me..." my eyes leaked with saddened tears as my mother curled into the couch like a tragic mess.