I Regret Him

Chapter 2: Oath of his

My little feet tried to reach the ground as the swing slowly stops, trying to make it move again. But it seemed to be that I couldn't make the swing move to ride on again. I pouted and sighed from frustration. I am only six years old and I had much severe anger issues than any adults that I know. I prepared myself to jump out of the swing. How could kids my age enjoy this exhausting ride? It only makes me thought of how short my legs are.

However, Before I could jump out of the hard, white swing. I felt a pair of cold hands on the back of my coat. And as I wished ealier, The ride swang in a high distance. I felt the cold breeze move into my pace. And whenever the swing attempt to stop progressing, The cold hands would always catch my back and push again. I felt pure joy and easiness. There were never a hand to support me since I entered elementary. Even Papa, Mom and my older brother, Harriett. Mom and Dad were always busy attending gatherings for the upper-class people. And Harriett is 9 years older than me. Do you expect a high-school student play with his childlish and grumpy sister? Plus, His temper is strangely worse than me. Not that he gets angry at tiny things like I do, But he'll punch you directly at your face when you get his attention negatively. Really rude, right?

I just can’t help think that this was probably the reason why everyone loved riding the swing. They had somebody to support their backs.

The ride go on for a few minutes. Until a cold voice spoke, "Can you get off the swing now?" It seemed like he was impatient. I immediately got off. He must have wanted to get on. I turned around to see the owner of the icy voice. He looks like a year or two older than me. He looked like a statue made by famous artists. Like some kind that my parents admire. Even I. He had this beautiful pair of green eyes that I can stare at for ever. His lashes are very long and his lips are plump and red. Very luscious. His nose seemed like it was sculpted by the gods carefully.

I looked around, There were two more swings at the park, There was no one riding them. Infact, There were no one else in the place, No parents could have let their childs to go here because of the icy climate. Not me, No one would even know if I was out of the house.

I looked at the kid infront of me again. If he wanted to ride, Then why must approach the occupied one. But he walked past me.. "I don't understand, I thought you wanted to get on?" He looked back at me. His expression was so empty. I couldn't see through them.

"Do I look like I wanted to play in this place too?"

I was confused at his response. "Then why are you here?"

He replied "I saw you."

"Did you want to be with me?" I was clueless.

He let out a chuckle but he oddly still had that indiffirent expression on. "I don't even know you, What makes you think like I would want to be with a weird girl like you. " It startled me.

"But, You helped me--"

"You can't help yourself for your dear life, It bothered me"

"Still, You wouldn't help someone if you didn't feel like being friends with them." I smiled. Even when he wasn't being nice. This was the first time someone had the values to talk to me. I couldn't miss the chance to befriend him.

He turned his back against me and walked. "I just pitied you."

I was only six when I first met Giovanni Riofrer.

He was obviously rude. But tell me why I started to look forward, longing for him until the day I see his face again. He was bothered by my helplessness. But me,

I felt seen by him.

The bell ringed. My last class was now over. It was strange that I wasn't fousing on the class. I spent the whole time writing about the boy from the park, 2 weeks ago. I hurriedly went to the park where we saw each other, Holding the pink diary I wrote about him. When I reached the park, I sat on the swing. Hoping he will see me again. Hoping he'll be bothered by me again. Hoping he'll help me again.

But the sun went down quickly and I was shivering due to the low temperature and the wind that circulated through the park. It wasn't the first time I waited in this place in hopes of him until sunset. I've been doing this for the past weeks. But, It was hopeless. He never showed up. I decided to stand up and leave.

Unfortunately, A group of male kids blocked my way when I passed by the swing.

"Looks like you had no one to play with, Little princess!" A sarcastic voice echoed through the park’s circular slide. It was Andrew Schuyler and his minions. They were kids in my school. He never talked to me before, But he surely did hit and bumped me several times. Is it bullying? I didn’t know. But I knew that he wasn’t being nice. He wasn’t aiming to be my friend.

“H-Hello” Uh oh, I bet this isn’t going to be well. He started walking towards me and I didn’t like the way it made me felt. So I ran from him. Silly girl, There were tons of little boys with him. How could I possibly escape?

Another kid then chased and grab my hair making me fall on my knees. “Not now, Princess. We are talking to you, Isn’t it too early to go home?” I gasped in agony. I felt like my hair is being separated from my scalp. Andrew then picked up the notebook I was holding.

He opened it, “S-stop!” I prevented. Instead of listening, He opened it and curved the edge of his lips. “Oh, looks like the little princess has someone in her heart!” He mocked.

“Ooooh! Puppy love!” Someone commented.

“In a glance, love's spell was cast,

Green-eyed man, with lashes long and vast,

Lips like velvet, a whispering delight,

In that moment, my heart took flight.”

He was taking a pause every line and made sure that I was triggered by his actions. “ Stop It!!” I tried to take the diary away but he hold my chin roughly and slapped me.

Schuyler looked at the gray skies above. “The night is still young, Let’s play more!! I am enjoying it.” It was painful having two guys holding my hair and chin without gentleness. Plus, At least four kids looking at me with a smirk. The guy at the back hold my hair tighter and attempted to stand up. Making me cry in pain.

“If you wanted to hurt her that much, I suggest giving her a kick in the stomach.” I am sure it wasn’t some kid from Andrew’s troops. Their voice was high pitched and painful in the ears. But the voice i heard just now was cold and low. Speaking of them, Everyone turned at the voice’s direction. I tried to look up, Though it was hurtful for my scalp. Hmp. If he wasn’t part of Andrew’s group, Why is he giving such ideas to hurt a girl.

“Awh” I groaned in pain. One of the kids loudly stated in arrogance. “Who are you?”

“You wouldn’t want to know.” It was familiar. But I still couldn’t see his face because of the arms grabbing me. Andrew’s hand soften in my chin and let go of it eventually. He then ran away. Seems like he’s about to go to the familiar tone’s way.

I heard a little thud. Everyone chuckled. But in less than a blink of second, I heard a loud sound of thump. How fast it is for everyone to sigh. Even the little kid behind me letted go of my hair. Resulting me to look up without anything getting in my way.

And I saw him. It seems like the world stopped by for a moment. He gotten taller for a short period of time. He’s gotten stranger to. But you know, Gotten more good looking too. I quickly stand on my feet and ran to his back and hold the edge of his sleeves . I wasn’t sure if he was safe to hold on to. Yet, I wholeheartedly trusted that he’ll protect me.

“Scaredy cat.” He commented without looking at me. Right now, I am facing Andrew from the front and his peers at his back. Andrew had his hand on his cheeks. Looking like he was suppressing some pain on that area. It looked a little red too.

The little boy that was the reason of my arrival in the park turned away from this scenery. Looks like he’s heading out of the park. I followed him without breaking our skin contact. Except, God forbid and One of my schoolmates grabbed my hair again and made me face him. I hissed. Are they that jealous of my hair?

The green-eyed boy I was holding faced him too and pushed him effortlessly. However, made him fall down to his elbows. He screamed in pain. I was shocked. He looked like he was eight or seven years old. How could he be that strong? He simply said, “You’re wasting my time. Leave us alone or you’ll receive worse agony than that.”

Everyone didn’t like what they heard and instead of fighting back, They turned their backs off us. Cowards.

“I suppose you pitied me?” I had these bright emotions despite of the danger that arouse just a while ago. I was happy that I saw him again. A slightly curved line appeared on his lips. He didn’t fly or used super powers that would make children my age very impressed. Still, I almost froze in surprise when I realised that he just smiled at me.

“I thought you didn’t like to be with me?” I asked, surprise still evident in my face. Pertaining to the smile that he just did.

He hold my chin. Gentler than any of the boys that touched me. I was speechless when he let out a solemn promise. An oath that I didn’t know I’ll hold onto ‘till 17 years of my life pass.

“I’ll look after you.”