Mario the music box: History of Mira

Finally with the father.

The conversation with Aurora helped me understand a lot of things. I did not think that Aurora and Marchionne could be so close to each other. Also, the conversation helped me no longer afraid of Aurora. She is cute and just wants a difficult life with Marchionne. I think she would be a good wife for Marchionne if they were alive.

We talked sweetly at the table and drank tea. It was quiet and calm. The door to the house opened and let a small stream of cold air. Someone entered the house. Aurora and I went to check who it was. It was Marchionne with a cleaver on his shoulders. He held one hand in his pocket, it seems he brought holy water.

Marchionne entered the house, closed the door, laid the enema against the wall and approached us. He was completely wet. Well, not surprisingly, it is still raining on the street. Marchionne looked at us and began to speak.

- I brought holy water. Let's hope that it will work.

Aurora and I nodded and went back to my father's body. Marchionne went to the bed, took out a bottle of holy water from his pocket, opened and splashed on my father's face. The body jumped on the bed and took up his head.

- AAAAAaaaaahhhHHH! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!

The voice was half the female again. Eyes were green and steamed in pain. Tears flowed from the eyes. It seems that the pain was unbearable for both of them. I lit fire balls in my hands to measure precautions. The father's body trembled and continued to hold on to his head.

So a few minutes passed. The scream began to subside, the body stopped trembling and the eyes began to return to the original blue color. Soon the body fell on the bed from powerlessness. This was given to the father very painful.

Marchionne went to the body on the bed, took his hand and tried to feel the pulse. He sighed with relief and lowered his hand. It seems that everything turned out!

- Mmm...

Father's eyes began to open. He raised his hand and took his head.

- Where I am?

- You are in safety now.

Father looked at Marchionne and shocked a little. It seems he does not understand a little why he looks at himself, but in a suit. Dad wanted to get out of bed, but his head was dizzy sharply. Marchionne and I helped him sit back on the bed.

I sat next to my father and took his hand. Dad looked at the beginning at the hand for which he is held and then at me. Joy and sadness were read in the eyes. My father held out his hand and stroked my cheek. I enjoyed this touch like in childhood.

After not a lot of stroking his cheek, dad sharply hugged me and pressed me to him. I answered the overtaking. Dad and I cried. We could no longer keep emotions in ourselves. We cried each other in the shoulder. Marchionne and Aurora decided to leave us alone and went to another room.

Finally. Six years later, I again feel the warmth of my father. His hands are pressed to him, his head lies on my shoulder, tears flow from our eyes. Now only calm and house were felt. Thoughts on the account of the loss of the father quickly left. There was complete silence in the house and only sobs were heard.

We sat like this for some time and after letting each other. Tears flowed, but not so much. As soon as we parted my father and I looked at each other a little more. It was so good. Dad spoke the first.

- Mira, is it really you or am I sleeping?

- Yes, dad, it's me. And you are not sleeping.

My father took me by the shoulders and began to consider. It looks like he wants to make sure that this is really not a dream.

- Let me consider you better. God, how have you grown up in recent years. It really looked like your mother.

- Thanks, dad.

I was shy about such comments. It was so nice to hear it from the father. How I missed him ...

- I am very pleased to see you, but what are you doing here? It is too dangerous for you. Even being next to me, it becomes dangerous ...

- I came to find you, but since you have a problem with Alice and Riba, I want to help.

Dad looked at me with a surprised look. It seems he did not expect help or hear about Alice and Riba. His gaze sank into the hands that we held together.

- I think this is impossible. Neither Alice nor Riba will let me go until they finish their affairs with me. Alice certainly will not let my body go ...

I looked at my father. It was not clear to me that he had the mind under "they would not let go until they finish things with him"? What matters did not finish Alice and Riba?

- Well, actually it is possible and I will help you with this.

Father and I looked at the man who said this. It was Marchionne standing on the threshold of a room with a cleaver on his shoulder. Aurora with hot tea in his hands stood next to him. She went to her father and handed him a cup of tea. Father took the cup and drank a little from it.

It was clear from the face that he relaxed a little. Marchionne approached us, took a chair that was by the table and sat next to us.

- I will help you get rid of Alice inside you. But I will like to conduct one of the rituals to free and then seal it into the box.

Father looked at Marchionnt and fell a little by shock. It seems he is still not familiar to see himself. He put a cup on the nightstand next to the bed and spoke.

- If another way to remove Alice from my body without harm to me or her?

Marchionne thought about it. I think there is, but Marchionne does not want to talk about him. It looks like this is something serious.

- Perhaps there is, but we simply do not know which one.

Dad just sighed with annoyance. It seems that we will need to find another way to pull Alice out of my father's body. Hmm ... it is interesting that if you just chase it. Suddenly she herself will tell or leaves the body herself. While I was thinking, dad spoke again.

- Mira, I am interesting. What happened to your eye?

I was surprised at this issue. I did not want to tell him about Alice's attack on me. Stroking the bandage in the eye, I looked at the side. I don't think he will like what he will see.

My father stroked my cheek so that I looked at him. I looked at him and saw anxiety in my eyes. Dad held out his hand to the bandage and wanted to take it off, but I stopped him.

- No, dad. You will not like what you will see.

But he was more persistent. Father took up the bandage and took it off. Then only fear and panic in his eyes were read. He saw my ugly scar in his eye. The eye was blind, but I understood that he was still looking at him. Dad ran his thumb over the scars looking better.

- I did it to you?

- No, it's not you. It was Alice. I did not have time to dodge her knife and she hit me in the eye.

Father nodded and put on the bandage back into my eye. I think we should relax before leaving home. Who knows when Riba decides to come ...