Daddy: from the hills

6.The past

Back then I was eight years old girl living with my family in russia, at that time i was surrounded with a happy loving family and a joyful environment until the time decided to turn the things upside down, I was a total brat at that time, who always had found a way to bother the people around and my mom dad didn't even scold me for doing that, they just lovingly hold my hands and tell me that I should not do that as if i was going to listen, i had to big brothers whom I always troubled with my new naughty experiments, whenever my mother and brothers tried to scold me I just start to shout "paaapaaaaaa" and they already shit in their pants out of fear, I was so proud at the power I had, my family had pampered me like a princess

Then comes that day when I again tried a new experiment, my father was going to some serious kind of meeting where he denied to take me with him even after seeing me crying, that really angered me,
And....
Without a single thought, I secretly hoped in the tank of his car.
When we reached to the destination, a guard came to open the tank
And I stepped out, and another moment my eyes fell out from the sockets cause there was a giant white mansion infront me which was looking like a castle, And that's where I met him.........

I was Roaming In the castle scanning the beauty of it and then I heard some slow sounds of piano playing in a heartwarming rhythm, I followed the sound and reached at the door of a dreamy room, all covered in a shiny white marble with golden border at ends....
There was a young boy almost in end of his teenage, wearing all black sitting on the side of long window with a wide piano infront of him, curly black hairs waving on his forhead, grey eyes with heavy eyelashes Roaming on the keys of piano, long and thick fingers pressing gracefully pressing on the keys and lips murmuring the lyrics....
I was so lost in his beauty and the music that I didn't realized he was looking at me with his one eyebrow raised and lips curled in a smile, as soon as I saw him looking at him I flushed and turned to go back but accidentally bonked my knee to the table and fell there,
I hissed in pain hugging my knee closer,
When I looked up I saw him approaching me with calm steps
He bent on his knees infront of my petite figure, his bulky figure hidden mine in his...

"Need my help sweetie?" Oohhh!, the sweet tone but a rough voice did something to me that I didn't even replied him

"Heyy are you hurt?" There was concern in his voice, tears were welling in my eyes but I still shooked my head, the hem of my white frock was above my hips which embarrassed me, with flushed face I tried to cover myself hiding my gaze from him

"Okay, come here" he softly said spreading his hands in front him, I was embarrassed but how could had I said no to this Devine beauty, I leaned close towards his arms and he took me in them
Carrying me in his single arm he opened the drawer taking out a first aid box,

He sat on the single couch with settling me on his lap, he took some gel and rubbed on my knee, I was silently watching his long pretty fingers circling on my knee

"What's your name little one?" And just after him asking that I gave him my whole biodata...my family, my hobbies, my favorites, I was blabbering untill he covered my mouth with his hands....

Since that day, he became my friend, I used to often hide in my father's tank only to meet him untill on my 9th birthday he came on my house with his father and they introduced us both to eachother, we both were giving mischievous smiled to eachother as our parents didn't knew we've already met before, i still have that blue dress that he bought for me as a birthday present,

He was so fun to be with, He taught me to play piano, Do sketching, cooking many types of dishes and letting me taste them first as if I'm a judge going to rate his dishes, in those days i found His father was
Abusive towards him, He was very upset with his soft behavior and I don't know why he always advised him to be tough.I sometimes saw his father yelling at him, telling him to be a man and quit doing this things and when he denied his father used to call him weak and coward and he just heard those curses keeping his head down, that ached my heart to see him bearings this and I used to cheer him up with my naughty little efforts after that to which he smiled but still seemed off