There was no Abbadon when he searched, and now we were in the house.
He, all of a sudden spoke up, "I don't think he's trying to take your powers anymore." He turned his gaze toward me as he said, "He's trying to kill you."
I just looked at him, not knowing what to say. My eyes were a little wide as he spoke again, "I guess he knows how much a threat you will be to him when you learn how to use your magic, your powers and train." He sighed, "We have to hurry. I have to train you, Selene. And it starts now."
I looked behind me to all the incidents I've encountered. And I decided. If I would save the world, and that would get me my, dream peaceful life with real friends and family, and lots of money, I'd might as well try. Maybe I could turn my problems into something better. I had nothing to lose anyway. And so I nodded, "Okay...Okay. Let's start."
"Great. We'll start training now then. And I won't let anything happen to you, Selene. I promise. That's my word." He spoke dead serious.
"Yeah..." was all I could speak. I knew he would protect me at all costs. I have seen that already. He almost gave away his life for me.
I sat in front of the grand piano, my fingers tapping impatiently on the keys. My guardian, mentor, whatever he was stood beside me, his eyes fixed on the sheet music in front of them.
"No," he said as I played the wrong note for the nth time now. I had stopped counting when I reached fifteen 'no's' from him.
I let out a frustrated sigh. "Again?" I asked, my voice tinged with irritation.
Azriel nodded. "Yes. Again."
"Ugh! Then tell me what to do, you dickhead!" I yelled at him. No matter how much I was trying, I just couldn't get it right. Moreover, him not saying anything instead of no didn't help much.
I glared at the keys who seemed to be mocking me. "You have to stop with profanities. Or would you rather want to give your speech away to me?"
I glared at him. "I can't get it right!"
"Because you're not concentrating and you don't know how to ask for help. You would rather shout at the person rather than asking them for help. Because you don't know how to control your emotions. And you give up too easily. "
I looked at him, my eyebrows scrunched up as I realized how true everything he said was. Also, I had this really bad urge to say a 'shut up' to him but I couldn't when he said, "Now you're wanting to say shut up to me because I said something that is very true."
I shifted in my seat uncomfortably.
I had that urge to tell him to shut up yet again but I didn't. Instead I mumbled, "You don't know me."
"I've seen you all my life." He let out the words, looking straight into my eyes. "You just never saw me."
"No!" I said. "No, you weren't in my life! If you were, you would have known what's it like to live my life. I don't even know myself what's it like. It's all just a mess!" I glared at him again, my eyes getting watery. I wasn't supposed to say this when I had just come back from the waterfall of problems.
I let out a frustrated sigh as he looked at me blankly for a few seconds. And I tried to but I couldn't make out what he was thinking.
"Well," He suddenly began, his voice as calm as it could be. "I am going for a walk. You can play the piano, if you want or not. I'll continue the lesson tomorrow."
He walked away quickly. Had I said something wrong? No, of course not. I was not wrong in this. He acted like he knew everything about me, but in reality, he didn't know the half of it. I never saw him. He wasn't there.
I was going to go when I remember his words. I gave up to easily, huh? Well, I was not gonna move from him until I get it right.
I sat down, wanting to give up already. But I wanted him to prove him wrong even though he was right. But I could prove him wrong. I placed my keys on the piano and began with first note. Do re. Wrong. How did he not get frustrated with me? Why couldn't play this on beat?
No. I could do this.
But just as I was starting to feel confident, I got distracted again, and the notes became jumbled once more. I let out a frustrated sigh, feeling like I was never going to get it right. But then, I remembered his calm voice, telling me to concentrate and not give up.
So, I took a deep breath and tried again, determined to prove him wrong and show him that I could do this.
"I can't" I cried. What the hell was wrong with me? Everything. "Ugh! Shut up!" I told myself.
"Do..." I tapped my hand on my thigh for the beat. "Re..." Yes. It could be right this time. No, don't think that. ugh. Again. I sighed.
"Do..." I gave a beat with my left, and played from my right hand. "Re...mi...fa...sol...la...ti..." Oh, my god I got it. Well I had. If my hand hadn't slipped.
There was a knock on the door and I jumped up.
"You're still playing?"
"No! I was just...well, I was just...playing..." I averted my eyes, "For fun"
His lips curved upwards, "Except that last note where your hand slipped, you did pretty good."
I didn't want to smile but I guess I did because he then smiled wider.
I liked that.
We had delicious dinner and as I was about to sleep, there was a thud outside.
"I WANT THAT GIRL'S POWER RIGHT NOW."