Nikita

[NIKITA]

The crash at the gates got the alarm systems going off, and the once quiet estate was turned into an alarm competition.

Natalya, who had been sleeping, was woken up by the guards trying to reach her. Her first instinct was to pull out the revolver she always slept with under her pillow. It was a habit she had developed since the unrealistic deaths of the Pavlenkos.

She had gotten it to be of use to Nikita whenever the good doctor needed her. After all, it seemed like it was just going to be the two of them for a long while in this whole madness. Still in her pajamas, Natalya got off of the bed and rushed to take her scooter.

She needed to know what the fuċk had happened. The guard had said something about Nikita being hurt.

If someone hurt the doctor, then she would have to be the protective mother. Natalya thought of the possibilities of the crash being triggered by Nikita, but it just didn't make sense to her.

Driving on a scooter from the main house to the gates was a five-minute ride, and Natalya cursed the design of the house, but hey, it was also a security measure. An agonizing five minutes later, Natalya Volkov was met with the shock of her life.

At the gates was Nikita's G-Wagon, the latest release, scratched and screaming out. The beautiful vehicle was Nikita's greatest love, and here it was, looking at Nataya, with scratches and a flat tire, not to mention the fact that the beautiful ride had bent sideways on the driver's side.

This was crazy.

Instinctively, Natalya walked out the gates to see if there was a sign of any other car tailing her master. She didn't have to check for Nikita because the guards had already helped the doctor out of the vehicle.

She wanted to know what could have forced the doctor to crash on his own gates, his peaceful home. 

"Nikita, are you okay?" Natalya asked the doctor, who looked blankly at her, not saying anything.

How were they supposed to communicate when the doctor wasn't willing to say anything? Natalya looked to the guard, waiting for an explanation, but the guard just shrugged before helping Nikita to have a seat on one of the guard's seats.

"Nikita, should I call Qiao?" Natalya asked again, and Nikita looked up at her as if studying her.

The doctor was staring right into the eyes of the woman he knew had betrayed him. He was looking for any traces of joy now that he had finally crashed, but there was none, which confused Nikita even more.

If the woman didn't want the Pavlenko wealth, then what had she and her daughter meant that day? All of this was just making him emotionally unstable, and as much as he wanted to deny it, Nikita was bothered by all of this.

He looked at the guard, who was still trying to see whether the car would be safe there before they called the tow trucks. He didn't want to have an explosion here, and it was already bad enough that Nikita was on the news and benignly judged as usual for being a reckless doctor.

Soon enough, the Pavlenko gates were filled with people who were taking recordings of the scene. It was a pitiful sight, one that Nikita could give anything not to be part of. But then, this was probably what he needed to cement to the public that he was losing it.

Maybe if they are convinced enough, they would stop bugging him. He knew he would be in the headlines again, and there was a chance that Carrie would shave his eyebrows, but the doctor didn't care.

"Don't. I'm good; let's get out of here. I don't want you benign in the media. You're the only person I have left that is untainted," Nikita strained out. He wanted to trust Natalya, but he also wanted answers.

He needed to know whether what she and her daughter had said was true. He was red from playing a losing game, but what was she supposed to do when there was more to life than him and the wealth left in his name?

So he would protect her until he was sure that Natalya was south to harm him. Then he would switch sides, showing her the faces the people in the fighting dens saw. Sure he would beat her up, but he would make her pay for all the pain. 

"Okay. Should I call the doctor? Should I call Maggie or Liza? They should know what to do—" Natalya said, but the doctor refused.

"I'm a doctor too, Natalya. I'm okay, I promise. Don't be too worried about me," Nikita said, but Natalya was not having any of it.

She didn't care that he was just a maid who had served the Pavlenko household for thirty years.

She didn't care that the good doctor would fire him, and all she cared about was Nikita and his well-being.

"Don't be worried? Are you kidding me, child? What was it this time, huh? Do you want to die so bad that you do every reckless thing on the surface of the earth? What is wrong with you? Why, Niki, why would you drive so fast and hard into the gates like that?

"Do you want to lose yourself so bad? Think of everything and everyone around you. I get that you are tired of everything, but we have been holding on for you. You have people around you that care about you.

"You have me, and you have Qiao, you have the doctors at the hospital, Carrie, and even the Semeneovs. You have people around you, and you just want to drive yourself over the edge like that? Tell me, son, what is it?

"You're not drunk, so why the fuċk would you try to kill yourself?" Natalya asked frustratedly. She loved this kid; she would always care about Nikita no matter what happened.

She didn't care about Nikita's wealth, and that was something she had made clear from the very beginning, and his east is going to change now. 

"I'm—"

"You're a kid? Huh? You're what? Tired of life? Do you want to give up? What the hell is wrong with you! Wake the fuċk up, Nikita. We're here for you, and stop treating us like we're your enemies. Wake up, son…please," Natalya pleaded with Nikita.

She hadn't really expected that Nikita could be that impulsive, but here they were, doing things that neither of them had thought would ever be possible.

It just wasn't fair.