Never Would've Let Us Go

chapter six

After Nicholas' ankle got a nasty taste of the wooden door that separated Ivyonna's Queendom from the rest of the house, he cursed abruptly and more so absentmindedly seeming to forget where he was for the short weekend.

He attempted to free himself of the haunting thoughts that roamed his mind about what his sister could be scribbling in her angry diary. The image of her sitting perfectly on her bed, with a smile plastered upon her lips as she wrote, gave Nicholas a feeling he couldn't describe.

A frown positioned itself across his face as Nicholas thought to himself, the question of why. He knew deep down that he should have tried to talk to his sister about whatever she may have been feeling, since becoming aware of her actions and he couldn't figure out why he didn't. Nicholas knew that when it came down to Ivyonna writing in her journal, that nothing good would come from it.

He silently prayed that the unsettling truth would keep its ground as a feeling instead of becoming the ruins of reality for anyone who could be involved. As quickly as he prayed for terror not to overtake the moments to come, the saying about pricking your finger on a thorn displayed into his mind. His better judgement determined that it was best to stay cautious instead of setting off alarms.

Down the hallway, was his mother who was inside of her beautiful marbled topped kitchen. She felt happy and excited to prepare tonight's dinner, because she had been following this new cooking show for a few months now, and since her kids were joining her and Walter for dinner, she knew it would be the perfect time to try a new recipe.

As she worked her magic on the stove top, her ears couldn't help but catch the rude eruption which boomed from Nicholas' lips.

She called out against it immediately, while still being able to keep her full attention on the chopped veggies and onions that were sizzling in the saucepan in front of her.

She added just a tad bit of butter from the container onto her pan, which quickly combined with the mixture causing smoke to arise as her ingredients cooked a lot faster.

She knew that if she continued to keep things at this pace, her family would be eating burnt sides, so she let out a small chuckle and turned the dial back by a few numbers.

It was now time to let the sweet ingredients of the perfect family meal come to a still, so she covered them with a saucepan top.

The steam escaped from the tiny holes at each corner as Rae'elle then moved to check on her square shaped, boiling potatoes.

Before she could turn around and grab a single plate from the cabinet, Nicholas had already snuck his way in and done it for her.

He ripped two paper towels from the roll, placed them at the base of the plate, and handed his petite mother the masterpiece with a slick smile playing upon his lips.

She laughed sweetly as she took it from his hands and turned back to her potatoes. "What are you doing in here, Nicki?"

He returned the smile and stepped to the side so that he could lean his tall body on the kitchen refrigerator. "Oh nothing, just checking on you."

An idea popped into her head as soon as she heard those words fly from Nicholas' mouth, and it was clear as day to him to where her mind had just wandered.

His brain begin to signal warning signs of danger to him, but for some reason his body didn't move fast enough, so there he was to stay in a doomed society..