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Clint Eastwood - Gorillaz

"Do they- do they want me here?" I ask, afraid of the answer, Papa looks shocked at my question I expect him to become angry, or yell at me but he doesn't

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"Do they- do they want me here?" I ask, afraid of the answer, Papa looks shocked at my question I expect him to become angry, or yell at me but he doesn't. He reaches over the table and holds my hand rubbing his thumb across the back of my hand softly "They have always wanted you to come home".

Papa and I spoke a little more before he told me to take a nap, I tried to argue but he said the bags under my eyes told him everything he needed to know so I accept defeat.. for now. I'm woken up by someone shaking my shoulder, my eyes fly open and I almost jump out of the seat but the belt across my lap holds me in place "I'm sorry полевой цветок (wildflower), I didn't mean to scare you".

I shake my head no, it's not his fault, and undo the belt standing up and stretching my body, "I'm just not used to peaceful sleeps" I admit, he looks like he wants me to explain but shakes his head to himself before holding my hand. We get off the plane and get into another black car, the drive home is basically silent, I think Papa can feel the panic slowly building up in me, I try my hardest to not let it take over but I have little to no control.

He holds my hand in the middle console of the car and hums along to the music from the radio, before I know it we are pulling up to a large 3-story house.

 I'm in awe of its beauty, it looks like the old gothic churches in Europe I've seen in magazines, except there's so much greenery around the outside of the house, I've never been a fan of modern things, they're just

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 I'm in awe of its beauty, it looks like the old gothic churches in Europe I've seen in magazines, except there's so much greenery around the outside of the house, I've never been a fan of modern things, they're just... bland, but this place? This place looks like heaven.

Papa chuckles at me as I stare in amazement, "Should we go inside?", I nod my head as he takes my hand in his and leads me to the front door, he opens it and I'm met with even more beauty, before I can fully comprehend what's going on I hear heavy footsteps rushing towards me, panic sets in and I hide myself behind Papa reaching into my bra for my switchblade, I hold it in my hand tightly as Papa sighs heavily.

"What did I tell you about rushing around like an overprotective dog" Papa scolds the person, I can't help but let out a giggle at his statement. "move out of the way old man, I want to see my маленький цветок (little flower)" the person speaks, "Old man pfft" Papa mumbles just loud enough for me to hear before he moves to the side. I'm met with a very tall and muscular man, his facial features are identical to mine except he has blond hair just like Papa.

"маленький цветок (little flower)" He says softly breathing out, I slip my switchblade into my pants pocket and push myself to step out from behind my father fully, "Willow this is Nikoli" He says, I see a slight sign of pain in Nikolis eyes before they fill with love. I go to speak but he pulls me into a bone-breaking hug just like Papa had done at the police station.

"Nikoli! отпусти ее, прежде чем ты сожмешь ее до смерти (let her go before you squeeze her to death)" Papa scolds, Nikoli doesn't let go though, so I decide to hug him back which only makes him squeeze harder, I can feel his heart beating heavy and hard against my head before I hear a sniff, "Did- did you just smell me?" I ask attempting to look up at him, his bright blue eyes meet mine before he laughs hard, the sound somewhat muffled due to my head being pushed into his chest.

"You smell the same", He finally lets me go and I take a deep breath trying to regain all the oxygen Nikoli just squeezed out of me, I go to respond to him but another set of footsteps approach us before two hards shove Nikoli out of the way, "Hey! I got to her first-" Nikoli begins to argue but my attention is brought to the other person, his large hands hold onto my face and force me to look at him, I notice he has dark brown hair, just like me, so this is "Aleksandr be gentle with her" Papa sighs from behind me.

He carefully looks over my face, as if he's making mental notes of the things he's seeing, he quickly glances over my body, and I feel his hands tense every so slightly as he takes the image of me in, "что эти ублюдки сделали с тобой, Дейзи? (what did those fuckers do to you daisy?)", His voice sounded hurt, he can't tell what I've been through just by looking at me right?

Papa scolds him for swearing at me to which Aleksandr rolls his eyes before leaning down and placing the most gentle kiss on my forehead, he pulls me into his embrace and holds me softly, petting my hair as if I'm some type of animal "Я убью их, если когда-нибудь найду (I'll fucking kill them if I ever find them) He mumbles more so to himself.

"Alright enough from you two, don't you both have somewhere to be?" Papa questions slapping Aleksandrs hands off of me which causes me to giggle, giggle? Shit, I don't think I've ever giggled. "Ah that noise is music to my ears" Nikoli sighs happily, "Do we really have to work? We just got her back" Aleksandr questions, "And I'm going to be here when you get back" I answer before Papa speaks, I can tell he's slowly losing his patience with the both of them.

"Already speaking for you? You're such a softly old man" Nikoli chuckles before walking to me, I can't even attempt to stop the smile that reaches my lips, Aleksandr kisses my head first before Nikoli, I watch as they start bickering with each other quietly, "She likes me more" Nikoli tease's to which Aleksandr slaps the back of this head before shoving him out the front door.

"слава богу, ты здесь, чтобы помочь мне держать их в узде (thank god you're here to help me keep them in line)" Papa sighs rubbing his hands over his face, "I'll have them wrapped around my finger in no time" I smile, "you already do полевой цветок (wildflower)".

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