My eyes scanned around, landing on this guy, who didn't look as good as blue eyes, but he was very handsome. He sat there, a lit cigarette between his fingers. Lifting it, he positions it in his lips and exhales smokes, fogging up his dark brown eyes. Using his free hand, he ran it through his dark hair.
Blue-eyed man lifted me and placed me on a table. I watched him as he walked towards a fridge and took out some pizza, warming it up in the microwave.
Walking towards a cabinet, he pulled out a first aid kit. He turned towards me and pulled out a bottle. He squeezes some liquid into a cotton ball and dabs it on my forehead. I couldn't help but examine his features. I have never met a guy this good-looking before in my life. My heart couldn't stop beating as I shamelessly stared at him. I squeeze my teddy tighter to make sure no one hears my heartbeats.
When he put the bloody cotton ball down, I looked at it. I didn't even notice my head was bleeding. He grabs a bandage and sticks it on my forehead. Cleaning up the medical stuff, he walks back to the cabinet.
I watch him as he taps his foot, waiting for the pizza to finish warming up. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a stick of gum and threw it in his mouth. He tilted his head and gave me a small mischievous smile.
"Kid, I'm too old for you," he teases me, causing everyone to laugh. I sat there clutching my teddy bear tighter, as my cheeks turned red with embarrassment. He places the warm pizza in front of me. I sat there, staring at the visible smoke. "Aren't you going to eat it?" He tilted his head slightly to face me.
Biting my cheek, I looked at him. "Mommy and Daddy said pizza is bad for me."
"It's just one slice. You will be fine," he said, stroking my cheek delicately.
I welcome his soft touch, "They say one slice leads to two slices, and before I know it. I'll be addicted to pizza."
"Just one slice Angel. I won't tell your parents."
"Promise?" I manage to squeak out.
He places his forehead on mine. "Promise," he whispers as his hot minty breath hits my face.
I smiled and took a bite. My eyes widen in the delicious taste. The next thing I knew, I was in my fourth slice. My parents are right. It's an endless addiction. When I finished, a beautiful lady led me into the bathroom to wash up.
"You are really obedient," a blonde girl said.
"Thank you?" I said slowly, quite unsure what she meant.
As we walked out, I saw the blue-eyed man standing there talking to several large scary men. His face was red with anger as he pointed towards the door. They bowed and walked out.
I watch him as he scratches his head, shaky hand balled up into a fist. As his eyes met mine, a sad smile crossed his face. I let go of the blonde lady's hand and ran towards him.
He knelt, and I ran in for a hug. "Don't be angry," I muffled into his shirt. He wraps his arms around me and chuckles.
"I'm better now that you're here, Angel," he whispered. I looked up and smiled, revealing my missing front tooth.
I sat on the couch next to the blue-eyed man as people started asking me questions. I answer each one very clearly, attempting not to stutter. Sometimes, they start chuckling, and I don't know why. Mommy and Daddy told me to always be polite even toward strangers.
The brown-eyed guy from earlier took a seat beside me, dangling his phone between his fingers. My eyes roam down to see a picture of a pretty girl kissing his cheek, who I assume to be his younger sister.
"Who is she?" I ask, pointing at the phone screen while hiding behind the blue-eyed man.
He looked at the screen and chuckled to himself, "My Angel."
Everyone continues asking me a question, and I answer every single one of them.
After some time, my eyelids started getting heavy. Rubbing my eyes, I released a loud yawn.
"Tired, Angel?" blue-eyed asks me as he rubs my back slightly.
I nod, and he lifts me onto his comforting lap. Grabbing his shirt, I snuggle farther into him.
"You're warm," I mumble as he wraps his massive arms around me.
Hours later, my eyes opened slightly when I heard the sound of a police siren.
"Yes. I found her wandering around here. I'm not quite sure what happened." Opening my eyes, I saw the blue-eyed man was talking to two police officers. I wiggled my way out of a red-haired girl's arm and ran towards him.
Tugging on his pants, he looked down. "Are you okay?" I asked, glancing around. Whenever I see a policeman, it nearly always means terrible things are happening.
Giving me a small smile, he kneels. He patted my head, "These nice men will take you home, Angel."
I bit my lips as I looked at the police officers. There were a lot of them, a lot of them. Inhaling a deep breath, I held out my hand. Furrowing his brows, he tilts his head and slightly tightens his soft pale lips.
"I'm ready for the red lollipop now," I whisper, batting my eyes a few times as I clutch my dress tightly with my other hand.
He chuckles lightly, "I'm not a stranger anymore?"
I shook my head, "No, you aren't," I said. He scratched his head and showed me his pearly whites. Reaching into his pocket, a red lollipop appears. As he placed it on my hand, I went on my tippy-toe and kissed him on the lips.
"Thank you, my prince," I said with a smile as I hugged him.
He wraps his arms around me. "I'm no prince," I heard him mumble.
I place both hands on his hot cheeks. "Yes, you are. You're my prince. You rescue me."
He laughed at my comment as I took a step closer to him. "Wait for me, my prince. I'll grow up to be a very pretty girl," I whisper.
"Come on, darling, let's go," a police officer said.
I nod as he wipes off the tear from my cheek. With a heavy heart, I grab the police officer's hand. Turning around, I saw my prince waving at me, giving me another sad smile.
My heels halted and cupped my small hands together. "Smile, my prince!"
The setting sun colored the sky a warm red, orange, and yellow; a faded shadow made its appearance behind him. A gentle wind blew across his messy black hair. I couldn't hear anything except the thumping noise inside my chest. He stood there, biting his dry lips as he stared at me with his alluring electrifying blues. Slowly, his lips' edge tilted upward as a ray of sunshine sketched itself on his face.
I couldn't believe my eyes; it was the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. At that moment, he caught my heart.
My tiny fragile heart.
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