Melody Of Love

My Angel

Michael’s POV

“Get out here.” Joseph shouted, his brows knitted together and lips set into a thin line. He had a belt in his hand and was looking as if he was going to kill me.

“I-I’m sorry, father.” I pleaded.

“Sorry? Didn’t you know that you shouldn’t be doing any mistakes while dancing?” He shouted and dragged me by my hair before throwing me to the wall. I hit my head to the wall and felt something trickling down to the side of my face.  But before I could see what it was, my father hit me with the belt. A pained scream escaped my lips, followed by cries. He’s going to kill me today.

“And don’t you dare call me father again. What did I tell you to call me?” He shouted before hitting me again.

“Joseph.” I shouted in pain. But he wasn’t done. He pulled me by my hair and I winced at the pain.

“Yes, I'm just Joseph for you. Not father.” He barked on my face and I could smell alcohol in his breath. He pushed me away before he continued to hit me. He’s drunk. Again. And like every time he’s going to hit me until one of us passes out.

“Sorry.” I pleaded and realized that he was hitting harder every time I tried to speak.

“I-I’ll ne-never…Ahh” He wasn’t listening to me. He continued to hit me as I begged him to stop. I no longer heard my father’s voice though I could see him shouting at me, I didn’t even feel the pain from the hits. I was feeling numb. It was like my mind and body couldn’t take those hits anymore and decided to block out the sensations. Soon black spots danced before my eyes and I felt myself slipping into that very familiar darkness.

“S-Stop. Pl-please.” I whispered, hoping that he’d listen. I saw him throwing the belt across the room and felt relieved that finally, he’d stop hitting me. But, boy, I was wrong. I saw him taking the flower vase from the table before he threw it in my direction.

“No!” I woke up. I looked around the room to find that I was safe and Joseph wasn’t here. ‘It’s just a dream’ I tried to tell myself. But this wasn’t just a dream. It was a glimpse of my past. The painful childhood I had. A life that I pray that no child should ever have.

[…]

I had nothing to do today, no recordings, no interviews, no award functions, no parties to attend, so I decided to spend my time, as usual, going to an orphanage or a children's hospital. I love children. I see the face of God when they smile. They are so innocent and loving, they don’t care who you are or how much money and fame you have. All they care about is love.

I didn't have a normal childhood. I was forced to leave my books and toys and start singing at the age of 5. My dad always saw me as the golden goose in the family. I had a younger sister who was born when I was 10. I was always in the recording studio or at parties singing or in some television shows. I never had a chance to experience my childhood and when I see these small children suffering from diseases like AIDS and Cancer I can understand the pain they go through. So I do whatever small help I could to brighten up their day and bring a small smile to their faces.

I don’t do these things for the media coverage, instead, I try my best to avoid media while going to visit orphanages or hospitals. It’s something I do from my heart. It gives me happiness and I don’t need to publicize the reason for my happiness.

Lio, my manager said there’s an orphanage about an hour from my ranch, Wonderland, and said that we could go there for today. I’ve sent people to buy gifts and toys so that we could distribute them among the children in the orphanage. The moment I reached the orphanage, I heard a voice shouting

“Anna, move out of the way.”

I looked at who was shouting and saw a woman, probably in her early 20’s in a black top and red skirt running towards a small girl who was feeding biscuits to a dog. And then I saw a truck chasing towards the small girl. I immediately started running towards the small girl and before I could reach there, the young lady pushed the child away but before she could move, the truck approached her and she stopped dead in her track. I immediately caught hold of her hand and pulled her towards me and we both fell.

I looked at her and she was so beautiful, just like an angel, we were so close to each other that I could smell her perfume, she smelled like roses. She closed her eyes so tight as if waiting for the truck to hit her. She slowly opened her eyes and I felt as if the world stopped on its axis. I felt something snap deep down in my heart. She had a beautiful pair of blue eyes that had green rings in the middle.

I didn’t know what to do, I just kept looking into her eyes, her cheeks were flushed and her lips were so pink and looked soft like rose petals. She released a breath realizing she was safe before her eyes came to meet mine. We stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, staring into each other's eyes.

As if they read my mind, someone shouted “Rose!” and the lady in my arms jerked as if she was pulled out of some trance. Someone came and helped her stand and Lio came to help me, my bodyguards immediately asked if I needed to go to a hospital.

“No. I’m fine. Don’t-” my words got stuck in my throat as my eyes fell upon the beautiful  Angel who was in my arms a minute ago.

As if she felt my eyes on her, she turned to look at me and I just kept staring into her eyes. Bringing back myself to my senses and out of the magical spell she cast on me with her eyes,

“Are you okay?” I asked her, for a moment, she just looked at me, as if she’s in a trance, and then she slowly answered in a very sweet voice

“I’m fine, and thank you for saving my life.” God, she had a beautiful voice.

But before I could say anything else, her mom came and asked if she was okay. And that’s it. She didn’t check for her injuries or hug her like normal parents would do if something like this happened to their kids. I didn’t miss the way Rose’s eyes became dull taking in her mother’s aloofness but she quickly composed herself as if she…she was used to being treated like this. Her father, on the other hand, thanked me for saving his Rose.

So her name was Rose, and the name suited her. I smiled at him and looked at the Angel and saw her looking at me. A smile made its way on my lips seeing her looking at me.

Lio informed that Mr.Kapoor manages this orphanage. We all went inside and I distributed gifts among the children. They were so beautiful. Now and then I kept looking at Rose, who was smiling happily looking at the children. I wanted to remove the mask off my face and go talk to her. I didn’t know why I was feeling this sudden urge to talk to her, but then it is not good to reveal my identity here, so I kept quiet.

After spending some time talking and playing with the children, I left the orphanage after making sure to click a picture of my Angel.

Wait, did I just say my Angel? Whoa! Slow down there, man! My subconscious stated.