My baby

Chapter 2

Matheus Williams

Those little eyes looked at me scared, her beautiful body gave a jump that I thought the girl was going to fall.

- I'm just looking at the garden.- She said embarrassed. Wait, did she say wrong?

-Hmm, what's your name?-I had to lower my head because she's so small and I look like a closet next to her.

- Milly, but you can call me Mini or Mia.- She gave a beautiful smile and my Lord what a perfect smile!

My heart was racing, I don't think I've ever seen such pure beauty in such a small human being. Even though she looked 18 years old, Milly let it look like she was a child. I think I can tell from the fact that her perfume is baby, her sneakers have a pompom on the tip and her pronunciation is wrong.

- We called Matheus. Come with me! - I did it so suddenly that she was startled. - Inside...

- Oh sure. - She went towards the door where one of my security guards was. Milly looked at them for a few seconds and then rushed inside.

I think I found my baby!

Milly Smith

Oh, when Matheus spoke to me I got scared! He has a deep voice, is very tall and handsome. He was staring at me for a long time when I entered and sat on the sofa in the great room, he seems to analyze my every detail. There was a guy behind him, must be... then I forgot the name! Security, I remembered.

When I returned my gaze to the spot, Matheus was already in front of me again.

-How old are you?-He asked out of nowhere.

- I am 17 years old...

- Why are you so thin? There's no food here?-He said, lifting me and turning me around, analyzing every part of my body. I'm scared, I can't keep up with all this at once.

How crazy.

-Oh yes, I eat!-I pulled my little hand from his grip. His hand was quite big, while mine was tiny and chubby.     

-Why do you talk like that and wear baby perfume?-He asked the question he feared. Whenever I responded, people would walk away, call me a stranger and keep saying I'm a freak. It hurts my heart you know? Before answering her question, she runs to the principal's office, crying. I don't want people to approach me and then walk away.

- What happened, my little one?- the headmistress asked worriedly. I stretched out my arms opening and closing my hand asking for lap still crying desperately. - Come here! - She took me in her lap and sat down in the chair.

      - Why are people mean to me? It's always the same question and when I answer they run away. Am I that weird, auntie? - My crying only increased. I'm very sensitive, especially when there are these events here. It's always the same sense of loneliness, the girls leave and I stay. I just wanted someone to take care of me...