And no one knew that someone listened to my hopeless wishes and prayer on that night. Not even me, my self.
What was even funnier for me, it felt almost normal to me that I was all alone on my birthday, and that the man that claimed to be my father wasn't even there to celebrate it with me. He was the only family I had, and yet looked like I didn't need family at all. It felt funny because I didn't feel the slightest hurt, painful, or offended with this anymore. I felt rather numb and empty. Yeah, so they said sadness is beautiful and loneliness is, somehow, tragical. I agreed strongly, but I couldn't help feeling better already. Being lonely was getting closer to me, everyday like it was destined to be my best friend possible. And I'd be welcoming him with arms wide open and heart so warm that he'll feel as loved as I was.
It was cloudy today. I could see the dark and storm with it's lightning striking on the horizon from where I was sitting. The backyard of the prison was the only place I could find peace and safety. It was the only place I liked in the prison's area. The others were as bloody black or as scary as they could be. From this backyard, I could see the whole city of Texas spreading up in front of me below. The prison's building was on top of a mountain, and the front of this prison was another high mountain too. It was all green, tall and bright all around the building, but I wasn't sure why it was always dark and black inside it. Maybe it was due to the fact that none of the prisoner were allowed to see some sunlight as soon as they were called a criminal. All the room held inside the prison was blackness, darkness, violence, bloodshot scenes and all were fully covered with gray walls and solid windows. It made me harder to breath spending another hour inside the harmful building.
The sun was almost setting by the time I sit on the edge of the mountain's top. The green grasses felt cool under my body, my hands quickly took a little daisy from my right and began to think of a stunning idea making a bracelet full with little daisies. I smiled alone, feeling rather at peace and calm when I was alone like this. Last night I felt a lot better inside after making a wish under the milky twilight, under the moonlit ground alone at the park after succeeding in trying to escape from the huge mansion and went out of the balcony from my window to run on the park near the house. I managed to escape for that time alone, somehow. But it was only to make a wish, it was midnight, it was my birthday, and I had made my wish and I really hope that it was being heard. By God. Or anyone else. It was to my own sadness that I knew I couldn't run away just like that. They would try to find me, to seek for me, everywhere and anywhere. I had to get back to the hateful mansion right away before any of the stupid, huge guards realized I had managed to escape, or that my full of anger father knew that I was actually trying to escape from his custody. I felt that I was a criminal on the run, when I didn't do a thing wrong.
Wasn't sure what to think, but it felt nicer to be all alone on my birthday.
Except that, I wasn't all alone. What happened for the next minutes was what I never , ever expected. Without any warning or signal, my father came from the corner left of the building as I was making the bracelet silently. I heard him, I could sense the heat of someone whenever this happened. I didn't know how, but I could easily remember which one of the heat, smell, and noises I knew and which that I didn't. Never did I have any idea from where did I get any kind of sense like this, perhaps from my own father. But he never talked about a thing like that that I wasn't sure how to bring the topic up to him. Even so, I was never a talker to anyone else. Not with him either. Especially not with him. My heart rate went rather high as he was stepping closer and closer to my side. His strides were steady and graceful, I didn't have to face up to make sure it was him. His expensive, shiny, black shoes were to be known everywhere, and it's noises were very unavoidable. I swallowed hard, deafening my ears, ignoring the sweat that trickled down my forehead. Wasn't sure if it was from the orange sun heat or the fact that I was trembling hard. I managed to continue my craft doing, somehow.
"Elena," his voice alone was enough to make me jump out of my skins, but I was glad I could stop it from happening. Instead, I stopped whatever I was doing, and made an acting on my facial expression as I looked up to face him. I looked rather surprised to him. He was standing straight with his General Lieutenant green uniform and a flat face, staring at the whole city beneath him, as if he was not talking to me, or as if he wished the whole Texas was his. I could see it in his face, in his eyes. Taking the time slowly, I pulled my self to stand up. The daisies and some grasses were still full in my palms, I balled them to a fist. I stood and back off a little behind him. In my mind, I couldn't picture him coming here to say anything at all about my birthday. No, it couldn't be that.
"I have got you a bodyguard."
And I was right. But this was even beyond than what I expected. A bodyguard? Who needed a bodyguard? I never wanted a bodyguard, I didn't even wish for one, last night. What was his plan? I swallowed forcefully behind him, my eyes began to stare around us from the left and right corner, but no one else was here to witness. I couldn't feel any heat, at all. I waited for him to continue.
"I know that all this time I have never let you go away from my beholding eyes. From when you were a kid, till you're this big. You have always been under my protection, and it wasn't wrong of me. I'm your father so I know what I'm doing. But you are a grown up now, it's time for you to see the world outside. Yes, I am allowing you to see what you want to see outside there. This place, the prison, is actually the safest place you can find, but I know you're dying to go. Don't be too happy though. You're still under my cautions and custody. Remember that. And you are still to work here. Not a day allowed to have a day off, but you can go when you have a break. Do I make my self clear?" He turned around so fast I didn't have the time to hide the half-made bracelet on my hands. I licked my lips as I nodded right away. Our height weren't that far, I was born as tall as I could be, so I was almost into his baldness.
"Good. He'll be here right away, your bodyguard. I have chosen him because he believed he can take care of you as much as I want him too. He will accompany you wherever you want to go. Make sure you go easy on him. He's as big as you can imagine, and I allow him to do anything to you if you make a false move. Do you understand?" The sun was getting lower and lower and the heat stung my skin as much as the wind gave the chill to me. My ears were about to get deaf if he continue to talk anymore soon. I wanted so much to punch him in the face and push him hard so he'd roll over the steep mountain and cracked his brain as he landed down. But I didn't have the guts, yet. And I didn't know why but I knew that somebody must have been waiting on the left corner, hiding. Probably his guards. Or... Maybe my new, huge bodyguard.
"Come out!" My father commanded as his eyes went down to my hands, showing some annoyance, then right back to my face. He began to walk away towards the place where he first came from and I quickly flattened my back to the wall behind me. I swallowed easily and made a hoping face towards the sun setting. A bodyguard? What a dream, huh?
"She's yours now."
My eyes were wide open as soon as I heard what my father was saying. Yours? Yours, who? What the- Without thinking twice, I turned my face to the left to see if my father was still there. I needed to make sure what I heard was right. What did he mean when he said-
"Oh..." I whispered.
Flabbergasted. It wasn't my father who stood there on the left. Instead, unexpectedly, it was a handsome, Italian stallion standing there, with his hands both in his trousers's pockets and hair as dark as possible, combed to the back, and a smile so charming that it could stop any girls heart as soon as possible. It could break mine, but I was too shocked to let him get into my heart that quick. I was nervous to be that close with him, and he was, actually, stepping closer and closer with that black tux he had. He was the smartest guy I had ever seen all my life. There was never a guy that looked like him in this prison, and it was all beyond my believed that he was one of the prisoner. I must be still in a dazed. Oh dear.
"Elena... If you're about to step back again, you'll fall." He knew my name! He was holding one palm up, warning me. His face were rigid for that instance, worried. And I didn't realize that I was stepping back one at a time whenever he tried to get closer to me. I quickly looked behind me and freaked out as soon as I saw that I was only a step more to have a free fall.
"Oh God! Help!" I would've fall down if he didn't quickly pull me. I was screaming lightly, shutting my eyes as I felt that I was going to fall anytime sooner.
"Hey, hey, shh shh." Only after sometimes, I felt that I was safe, unhurt, and calm in the arms of the Italian stallion who had actually made my whole system wrecked nervous and out of possible logic. I haven't been freaking out for awhile, and he had actually easily turned me into the old nerd me. I swallowed quickly realizing that we were as close as two person could be. His arms were all around me, soothing and warming. My arms were, well, as frozen as it could be on the inside of his coat, and I couldn't help but feel the strong muscles on his body from the white clothes he wore inside.
"Are you alri-" Letting go of his body quickly, I stepped back a little, knowing it was safe to step back now, he would have me in his safe arms anytime. The wind flew around us and I didn't even care that my hair were all a mess.
"Here," he smiled at me, as charming as he was the first time I saw him. My heart beat raced again when he bent down to pick something from the ground, and I have had the urged to soothe his black hair. But I kept it back as soon as he got up and showed me the thing on his hands. It was the bracelet I made with the grasses and daisies.
"Yours, right?" He stared right into my eyes as I nodded. "It's beautiful, and it's ashamed if it's not being used by the beautiful girl who have made it herself..." He was talking slowly with his gentle voice whilst he took my right hand and began to wear the bracelet on my wrist. I didn't realize I drop the bracelet when I was shocked, and I was glad he saw it because I loved it my self. It was a gift for my eighteen birthday, from me, myself. And I was so flushing red because no one ever called me beautiful before. He tied the bracelet nicely and smiled when he finished. We were still as close as we could because I felt his breath on my cheeks. I was so nervous.
"Happy eighteenth birhtday, Elena." Once more, he smiled, his hands shook mine. And I felt like I was flying. He knew about that, too? How could that possibly be possible?
"Th- Thank you," I managed to whisper. Yes, I wanted to thank him.
"Pardon?" He cocked his left brow and bent down a little to hear me even clearer.
"Thank you. I said... Thank you..." I looked up to his eyes, so close and warm, so dark and calm.
"Mhm. For what?" He managed a smile so close to my lips. I felt the breeze in between our face. We were silent for awhile.
"F-f-for everything." Not managing to say anymore than that. Oh dear, please help me.
"Ah, it's my job." He winked. This time, I was a little confused.
"Your job?"
"Mhm," he nodded before backing away. His hands began to pose inside his pocket again and he stood there before me, tall and handsome, muscular and charming. "I'm your new bodyguard. It's for me to make sure your safety and your... happiness."
It was all that he needed to say to break my heart. It was all.
What was even funnier for me, it felt almost normal to me that I was all alone on my birthday, and that the man that claimed to be my father wasn't even there to celebrate it with me. He was the only family I had, and yet looked like I didn't need family at all. It felt funny because I didn't feel the slightest hurt, painful, or offended with this anymore. I felt rather numb and empty. Yeah, so they said sadness is beautiful and loneliness is, somehow, tragical. I agreed strongly, but I couldn't help feeling better already. Being lonely was getting closer to me, everyday like it was destined to be my best friend possible. And I'd be welcoming him with arms wide open and heart so warm that he'll feel as loved as I was.
It was cloudy today. I could see the dark and storm with it's lightning striking on the horizon from where I was sitting. The backyard of the prison was the only place I could find peace and safety. It was the only place I liked in the prison's area. The others were as bloody black or as scary as they could be. From this backyard, I could see the whole city of Texas spreading up in front of me below. The prison's building was on top of a mountain, and the front of this prison was another high mountain too. It was all green, tall and bright all around the building, but I wasn't sure why it was always dark and black inside it. Maybe it was due to the fact that none of the prisoner were allowed to see some sunlight as soon as they were called a criminal. All the room held inside the prison was blackness, darkness, violence, bloodshot scenes and all were fully covered with gray walls and solid windows. It made me harder to breath spending another hour inside the harmful building.
The sun was almost setting by the time I sit on the edge of the mountain's top. The green grasses felt cool under my body, my hands quickly took a little daisy from my right and began to think of a stunning idea making a bracelet full with little daisies. I smiled alone, feeling rather at peace and calm when I was alone like this. Last night I felt a lot better inside after making a wish under the milky twilight, under the moonlit ground alone at the park after succeeding in trying to escape from the huge mansion and went out of the balcony from my window to run on the park near the house. I managed to escape for that time alone, somehow. But it was only to make a wish, it was midnight, it was my birthday, and I had made my wish and I really hope that it was being heard. By God. Or anyone else. It was to my own sadness that I knew I couldn't run away just like that. They would try to find me, to seek for me, everywhere and anywhere. I had to get back to the hateful mansion right away before any of the stupid, huge guards realized I had managed to escape, or that my full of anger father knew that I was actually trying to escape from his custody. I felt that I was a criminal on the run, when I didn't do a thing wrong.
Wasn't sure what to think, but it felt nicer to be all alone on my birthday.
Except that, I wasn't all alone. What happened for the next minutes was what I never , ever expected. Without any warning or signal, my father came from the corner left of the building as I was making the bracelet silently. I heard him, I could sense the heat of someone whenever this happened. I didn't know how, but I could easily remember which one of the heat, smell, and noises I knew and which that I didn't. Never did I have any idea from where did I get any kind of sense like this, perhaps from my own father. But he never talked about a thing like that that I wasn't sure how to bring the topic up to him. Even so, I was never a talker to anyone else. Not with him either. Especially not with him. My heart rate went rather high as he was stepping closer and closer to my side. His strides were steady and graceful, I didn't have to face up to make sure it was him. His expensive, shiny, black shoes were to be known everywhere, and it's noises were very unavoidable. I swallowed hard, deafening my ears, ignoring the sweat that trickled down my forehead. Wasn't sure if it was from the orange sun heat or the fact that I was trembling hard. I managed to continue my craft doing, somehow.
"Elena," his voice alone was enough to make me jump out of my skins, but I was glad I could stop it from happening. Instead, I stopped whatever I was doing, and made an acting on my facial expression as I looked up to face him. I looked rather surprised to him. He was standing straight with his General Lieutenant green uniform and a flat face, staring at the whole city beneath him, as if he was not talking to me, or as if he wished the whole Texas was his. I could see it in his face, in his eyes. Taking the time slowly, I pulled my self to stand up. The daisies and some grasses were still full in my palms, I balled them to a fist. I stood and back off a little behind him. In my mind, I couldn't picture him coming here to say anything at all about my birthday. No, it couldn't be that.
"I have got you a bodyguard."
And I was right. But this was even beyond than what I expected. A bodyguard? Who needed a bodyguard? I never wanted a bodyguard, I didn't even wish for one, last night. What was his plan? I swallowed forcefully behind him, my eyes began to stare around us from the left and right corner, but no one else was here to witness. I couldn't feel any heat, at all. I waited for him to continue.
"I know that all this time I have never let you go away from my beholding eyes. From when you were a kid, till you're this big. You have always been under my protection, and it wasn't wrong of me. I'm your father so I know what I'm doing. But you are a grown up now, it's time for you to see the world outside. Yes, I am allowing you to see what you want to see outside there. This place, the prison, is actually the safest place you can find, but I know you're dying to go. Don't be too happy though. You're still under my cautions and custody. Remember that. And you are still to work here. Not a day allowed to have a day off, but you can go when you have a break. Do I make my self clear?" He turned around so fast I didn't have the time to hide the half-made bracelet on my hands. I licked my lips as I nodded right away. Our height weren't that far, I was born as tall as I could be, so I was almost into his baldness.
"Good. He'll be here right away, your bodyguard. I have chosen him because he believed he can take care of you as much as I want him too. He will accompany you wherever you want to go. Make sure you go easy on him. He's as big as you can imagine, and I allow him to do anything to you if you make a false move. Do you understand?" The sun was getting lower and lower and the heat stung my skin as much as the wind gave the chill to me. My ears were about to get deaf if he continue to talk anymore soon. I wanted so much to punch him in the face and push him hard so he'd roll over the steep mountain and cracked his brain as he landed down. But I didn't have the guts, yet. And I didn't know why but I knew that somebody must have been waiting on the left corner, hiding. Probably his guards. Or... Maybe my new, huge bodyguard.
"Come out!" My father commanded as his eyes went down to my hands, showing some annoyance, then right back to my face. He began to walk away towards the place where he first came from and I quickly flattened my back to the wall behind me. I swallowed easily and made a hoping face towards the sun setting. A bodyguard? What a dream, huh?
"She's yours now."
My eyes were wide open as soon as I heard what my father was saying. Yours? Yours, who? What the- Without thinking twice, I turned my face to the left to see if my father was still there. I needed to make sure what I heard was right. What did he mean when he said-
"Oh..." I whispered.
Flabbergasted. It wasn't my father who stood there on the left. Instead, unexpectedly, it was a handsome, Italian stallion standing there, with his hands both in his trousers's pockets and hair as dark as possible, combed to the back, and a smile so charming that it could stop any girls heart as soon as possible. It could break mine, but I was too shocked to let him get into my heart that quick. I was nervous to be that close with him, and he was, actually, stepping closer and closer with that black tux he had. He was the smartest guy I had ever seen all my life. There was never a guy that looked like him in this prison, and it was all beyond my believed that he was one of the prisoner. I must be still in a dazed. Oh dear.
"Elena... If you're about to step back again, you'll fall." He knew my name! He was holding one palm up, warning me. His face were rigid for that instance, worried. And I didn't realize that I was stepping back one at a time whenever he tried to get closer to me. I quickly looked behind me and freaked out as soon as I saw that I was only a step more to have a free fall.
"Oh God! Help!" I would've fall down if he didn't quickly pull me. I was screaming lightly, shutting my eyes as I felt that I was going to fall anytime sooner.
"Hey, hey, shh shh." Only after sometimes, I felt that I was safe, unhurt, and calm in the arms of the Italian stallion who had actually made my whole system wrecked nervous and out of possible logic. I haven't been freaking out for awhile, and he had actually easily turned me into the old nerd me. I swallowed quickly realizing that we were as close as two person could be. His arms were all around me, soothing and warming. My arms were, well, as frozen as it could be on the inside of his coat, and I couldn't help but feel the strong muscles on his body from the white clothes he wore inside.
"Are you alri-" Letting go of his body quickly, I stepped back a little, knowing it was safe to step back now, he would have me in his safe arms anytime. The wind flew around us and I didn't even care that my hair were all a mess.
"Here," he smiled at me, as charming as he was the first time I saw him. My heart beat raced again when he bent down to pick something from the ground, and I have had the urged to soothe his black hair. But I kept it back as soon as he got up and showed me the thing on his hands. It was the bracelet I made with the grasses and daisies.
"Yours, right?" He stared right into my eyes as I nodded. "It's beautiful, and it's ashamed if it's not being used by the beautiful girl who have made it herself..." He was talking slowly with his gentle voice whilst he took my right hand and began to wear the bracelet on my wrist. I didn't realize I drop the bracelet when I was shocked, and I was glad he saw it because I loved it my self. It was a gift for my eighteen birthday, from me, myself. And I was so flushing red because no one ever called me beautiful before. He tied the bracelet nicely and smiled when he finished. We were still as close as we could because I felt his breath on my cheeks. I was so nervous.
"Happy eighteenth birhtday, Elena." Once more, he smiled, his hands shook mine. And I felt like I was flying. He knew about that, too? How could that possibly be possible?
"Th- Thank you," I managed to whisper. Yes, I wanted to thank him.
"Pardon?" He cocked his left brow and bent down a little to hear me even clearer.
"Thank you. I said... Thank you..." I looked up to his eyes, so close and warm, so dark and calm.
"Mhm. For what?" He managed a smile so close to my lips. I felt the breeze in between our face. We were silent for awhile.
"F-f-for everything." Not managing to say anymore than that. Oh dear, please help me.
"Ah, it's my job." He winked. This time, I was a little confused.
"Your job?"
"Mhm," he nodded before backing away. His hands began to pose inside his pocket again and he stood there before me, tall and handsome, muscular and charming. "I'm your new bodyguard. It's for me to make sure your safety and your... happiness."
It was all that he needed to say to break my heart. It was all.
