"Hmm, today is pretty boring…" Rudy let out a sigh, gazing out of the clear windows in his room.

He was born disabled, nothing have the ability to walk, or do anything relating to his legs – a cripple.

He had to use a wheelchair to do everything. Luckily, his father was rich enough to be a multiple purpose wheel chair, which carried some perks regular ones did not have.

'If you know what I mean.' A smile appeared on his face, as he talked to himself.

Rudy didn't have friends. And the ones he used to have left him, knowing he was a cripple. And the ones that didn't, exploited him for his money.

Thus, he ended up spending his days alone. He was 19, and yet he hadn't made real conversations with anyone other than his father.

It was extremely frustrating. He had contemplated killing himself a few times, but snapped out of doing the idea.

After all, his father kept him alive, and was always there for him. If that wasn't a good one, then might not know what one is.

He gazed at his trembling palms, and patted his face using both palms a few times.

"Damn it. I should stop thinking about it."

He was talking about ending his life. "I just need a breath of fresh air… That will get my mind off of it."

The wheelchair moved by itself. Under the mental commands of Rudy. It was a prime one which scanned his brain for signals, and it understood when it's rider wanted to move.

The room was quite big, that wasn't surprising once someone had taken a look at his mansion.

The walls were white and clean, the ceiling sharing the same colour. The door was a silver colour, with a golden door handle.

The room was occupied with a king sized bed, with neatly laid sheets, done by his personal maid, a desk with a computer, a wardrobe, and an empty space for maneuvering around.

Speaking of his personal maid, he grabbed a small golden bell on his desk, and gave it a shake, producing ringing sounds.

He waited for a moment, and the door opened, and a figure came in.

It was a girl. She had brown hair, amber eyes and not small assets. She was draped in a french maid suit, that wasn't all too revealing but exposed the ends of her smooth thighs.

"Young master Rudy?" She asked, awaiting her order.

"Hmm, let's go outside shall we? I have been cooped here for a long time you see. So I want to take a visit to the park, if it's not a trouble to you." He smiled gently at her.

"No problem, I will ready a car right now… Young Master Ru-" She was about to say, but was cut off by Rudy.

"What did I say about calling me 'young master' when we are alone? Misha?" He said.

"Am sorry… Rudy." Her lips tugged a bit, into a small smile, that was too shallow to be noticed.

She moved to the back of Rudy, before pushing the wheelchair forward, in the end, leaving the room.

They made their way through the luxurious halls of the mansion, with paintings adorning the walls every so often.

Small desks, with priceless vases standing still on them.

And cameras overseeing everything. So if someone dared to steal, they will be caught red handed, and only God knows what will happen to them.

Misha suddenly stopped pushing once they reached the stairs, and gave a look at Rudy.

Rudy pressed a button on the arm rest of the wheelchair, among the many. And the wheels seemingly fished into it, and was replaced by some sort of smooth mechanism.

Once on the stairs, it separated into many pieces, before moving down the stairs. Aweing Misha once again.

For Rudy, this had to be the most exciting thing in his regular day.

Since the stairs were huge and long, it allowed him to enjoy such a ride for a while. But it soon came to an end, and it reverted back to it's wheel form.

Misha didn't lag behind and was already by his side when it ended. She pushed the chair for a while longer, and they arrived at a glass door.

She opened it, and Rudy immediately breathed in the fresh air that assaulted his face.

They were at the garden!

Misha pushed it more and they moved through the garden at a steady pace.

Flowers upon flowers, filled the soils of this amazing garden. In the center, a fountain stood, continuously pouring out crystal clear water. Plants also were growing there, having their own space and soil to throve beautifully. Needless to say, it was also large.

They walked for a bit, circling the mansion since the garden was at the left side, and they were moving to the front.

They only chose that side, because Rudy loves passing through the garden.

After a minute, they arrived at the front, and a sparked car, let out subtle noises, and standing infront of it, was a chaffeur.

He had black hair combed neatly and grey eyes. Sporting a black suit, and a bowtie. He had an attractive moustache, and was certainly a lady killer.

He stood infront of the top tier black sedan, and opened the door for Rudy and Misha.

Misha helped Rudy onto the passenger seat, and sat at the back.

"Take us to the park, Larry." Rudy said in an excited tone.

"As you wish, Young Master." The driver, Larry stepped onto the accelerator, and moved swiftly through the open gates of the mansion, getting on the road.

Actually, it was path down the mountain his family lived on. The path went down and down, but it took them only twenty minutes to get down, and ten to reach the park.

"Finally, we have arrived!" Rudy opened the car door, after they parked, and Misha was there to help him out onto his wheelchair.

The duo moved through the park, attracting the gazes of the people that were on the park.

After all, they did look a rich young master and a maid. But they couldn't identify them, since Rudy had never made his face known.

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