Your Guardian Angel

Your Guardian Angel [12]

12: Brothers?

I remember the first time my little fingers glided onto the white keys and pressed against the black ones. It was the first time I played a piano, at the age of 6.

My dad bought me a dull gray piano that was placed inside a circular room with huge windows that stretched toward the ceiling, letting the gray afternoon rain tap against them.

I sharply remembered my purple dress with the white bow tied on my back, and the black shiny Mary Jane shoes I was attired with, the way the shoes reflected my face when I looked down at them.

And I remember the loud echoes of the piano as I pressed the keys making the melodic noise bounce of the walls and sound everywhere to than be engulfed into the quietness of the high ceiling.

When I first played it I remembered my heart bouncing in my chest, just like the sound waves off of the wall, it was so loud it scared me, but my dad said I had played a low note, which made it sound angry, then he pressed every key going from low to high, making it sound like a never ending rhythm of beauty.

This was the first time I stayed with my father, he played the piano and he wanted me to play it to, thus I did and I loved the way he played Moonlight Sonata No. 14 by Beethoven. It was the most beautiful thing, he called it my lullaby, and he played to me every night until I told him not to.

I guess your life flashes before your eyes, or maybe just the best part, our most memorable. That's when my world bounced back to reality, my senses came back. I recalled what just happened and I jumped as I felt arms wound around my waist and hold me against them, pressing us together. I smelled their cologne roll off of them seep its way into my head, it was manly and musky. I almost moaned involuntarily. But I realized I didn't know this person and they sure as hell didn't smell like Aiden.

I tried to jump out of their grasp but they held tighter, as they whispered in my ear:

"Please just stay still, Sky." That voice! Reed!

I tried to turn around in his arms, and he let me. I faced his angelic face, he smiled down at me.

I glared at him, making his smile fade, "What?" he questioned, truly concerned.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came here to save you!"

"I don't need your help!"

"Really is that why you like almost fainted and why WE are hiding, damn bastards are all over the place!"

"What do you mean, where's Aiden?"

"He's the jackass that called them; at least I think he did."

"Who are 'they'?"

"Demons, all around us."

"Are they in here?"

"No!" he said with an exasperated smile.

"Then why are with close to each other?"

"Oh! So now it's a crime to WANT to be close to you!" he joked.

"Technically, as an over aged guy, it is, as a teacher, even worse!"

He loosened his grip and I stepped away from him even though I wanted to nuzzle my nose into his neck and smell him dry.

He gave a heavy sigh before walking away into the light where there were people in a circle mumbling words incoherent to my ears.

I walked beside him looking at the glowing people with awe, for some strange reason my eyes watered, it felt painful to look at them and it also felt good at the same time, so I just stopped looking all together.