Capturing Them

Chapter Eighty Four

"What scares you about it?" He asks.

I shake my head, unable to say anything, because I don't know.

"How long has it been since you played?"

"Since she died." I look down at my hands. "My father wanted me to go to my violin class not too long after she had passed. I refused and to prove my point, I picked up my violin and chucked it away in the closet."

"How many times did he try to get you to go to your lesson?"

"A few."

When I look back up at him, Owen nods his head. "Did your father pressure you into picking up a camera?"

I shake my head. "No. I did that myself."

"I'm assuming that was the same with playing the piano?"

I nodded my head, even though he already knew the answer. Mom had taught me the piano herself, but felt that her violin teacher could teach me better than what she could when it came to the violin. Mr Walker was a man in his eighties, and though had retired years before, used to love teaching a few students in his spare time. A long time ago, he had been a composer, and had played at many recitals through his earlier days. When he married and had his own children, he went into teaching. I had read in the newspaper that he had passed away. That was a couple of years ago. I had wanted to take the trip back to Illinois for his funeral, but I hadn't been back there since we had left not long after Mom had died, and I couldn't bring myself to do it.

"Maybe your fear of the violin is because your father had tried to push you into going back to your lessons. It had been too much too soon for you. But, he was only trying to do what he thought was right."

"I know," I whisper sadly.

"Just because you weren't ready then, doesn't mean you're not ready now. This fear is something I do believe you will face when you're ready, on your terms. However, in the meantime...do you mind if I play for you?"

I smile and nod my head. "Please do."

"I'm looking forward to the day we can play together, love." He picks up the violin, handling it with care as he gets himself situated and comfortable.

Then he starts to play and I soak up the beautiful piece he plays me and hope that one day soon, we can play it together.

xXx

Every week my father pays me an allowance and he has done this for so long, I have a nice lump sum of money in my account. Because I had no social life, and traveled most places on foot, I spent very little. In fact the only thing I really spent my money on was anything I wanted or needed for my scrapbooks, cameras and printer. On top of this allowance, my father also gave me a credit card. It was agreed, when he gave it to me two years ago on my sixteenth birthday, that I would use this card for clothes and shoes, school supplies and any necessities like female products or food while he was away for work.

I'm not a person who needs or wants a lot. I'm not adding to my wardrobe every week, or buying a pair of shoes for each day of the week. I'm a quite simple person, almost boring. But as I stand in the mall, right opposite Victoria Secrets, that credit card is burning a hole in my jeans pocket.

I've just made two purchases on the account with my allowance in it on North's and Raven's birthday presents. I carry the two gift bags in my hand as I stare over at the store. I've never had underwear from the popular shop before. I've always kept my underwear simple but pretty, and also on the cheaper side because I didn't see the point in spending lots of money on panties and bras that only I was going to see. Things are different now though, things are changing and with every day that passes I wonder how long it will be until someone but me will be seeing them.