𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 ° ° ° 𝑚. 𝑟𝑜𝑟𝑦

Chapter 21; Attacked

Previously on "Enlightenment"

"Я люблю тебя мать," Natalya finally let's herself forgive her broken mother. The person who raised her, and let her father beat her. The woman that has been by her side, no matter the circumstances. Through thick and thin, through Mrs. Roman's work, and the struggles, their relationship is finally mended.

"And I you, дорогой."

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       THREE DAYS of being interrogated by police and pushing through reporters when she only wanted a coffee at Jitters. Natalya's life is hectic from her brief imprisonment. The one good thing that has happened is Sally has gone back to the orphanage to recover mentally from the traumatic event.

       Luckily, Sally told the police nothing about Mick, or Mr. Mike in her case. After Natalya explained the situation to Sally, the young girl understood not to say anything. Of course, the information Sally does know is barely a crumb compared to the entire truth.

       Currently, Natalya walks down the streets of Central City. Her mother wanted her to stay with her and the police thought it was a good idea. Besides, she had to stay in town a little longer because of the murder of her mothers neighbor.

       C.C. Jitters slowly creeps into Natalya's view. A small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She could practically feel the warm liquid sliding down her throat. Her thoughts only making her pull her black jacket around her tighter.

       Being early January, the air in Central City is cold, but not unbearable. After all, dealing with Decembers chills made the weather in January seem like summer.

       Natalya walks into Jitters, her heels clicking on the ground. She makes her way towards the counter, to see a very oblivious Iris West writing in a journal.

       "Iris, if you were my employee, you wouldn't be working here anymore," Natalya giggles innocently, smiling cheekily when Iris looks up to glare at her friend.

       A few moments pass until Iris jumps up, standing straight, a shocked expression etched across her face. "Talia, I didn't know you were in town!"

       "Really? It's been all over the news, have you not seen it?" Natalya asks, visibly flinching from talking about the whole ordeal.

       "No, I've been... preoccupied lately, why? What's on the news?"

       "N-nothing of importance," she hastily replies, not wishing to talk about her father any more then necessary.

       "Alright..." Iris mumbles suspiciously, "Anyway, what can I get for you?"

       "You know, just the usual please, to-go this time," Natalya replies kindly.

       "Of course."

       Within the next three minutes, Iris gives Natalya her drink and rings her up. After paying, Natalya leaves and heads towards the police department.

       She has always preferred walking over driving her car. Cars seem to bulky for the Russian woman. She's loved motorcycles for as long as she can remember, but she could never afford one. The car she has now was a gift from Jenny when she got a new car herself.

       Luckily, with temporarily living in Central City, she now has an excuse on why she needs to walk instead of drive. To simply put it, driving takes longer in the chaotic streets of the city. While the sidewalk may not be any better, she's small enough to weave through people with ease. Making it faster to walk instead of drive, where as where she lives, it's faster to drive considering almost no one lives there.