YOU CAN'T TAME ME.

"What do you mean it was your last time?" This was getting serious. He looked away as if he did not want to show his vulnerability. "I decided, I would not go through this again. That night, I took all of my savings and ran off." 

"Ran off! What do you mean ran off?" He stared at me if I was a fool, "Don't you know what it means?" I quickly shot back, "I know what that means. What happened after that? Where did you go?" He tapped his chin like a child and answered, "I thought of trying to go to my friend Josh's house." 

"Ohh.." I was still processing when he dropped a bomb, " But before I could go to his house, a car came and someone took me into the van. They said that they would take me to Josh's house but when I opened my eyes, I saw you slapping me." What in the world is he saying? He was being kidnapped? "Mind if I ask your age? How old are you?" 

He started counting on his fingers and replied, "Nine. I am nine years old." My eyes widened in shock. Was he just a nine-year-old child? That shit is deep as hell. I rubbed my temple which was now throbbing like hell. "Tell me, old lady why did you slap me and where am I? Were you the one of them who took me last night?" 

"What? No! I...I saved you from them. They were bad people and when I saw them taking you, I took you with me and ran away." I quickly tried to make up some story. He narrowed his eyes as if he did not believe what I just said. I again tried to convince him, "Of course, I am your mom's friend and when I saw you late at night, I got you but you were not waking up. I shouted, tried everything to wake you up but you were not waking up that's why at last I have to slap you."

He blinked as I passed him the new sets of information. "Oh, is that so?" I nodded and responded, "Yes, so. Also, I have some advice for you but tell me what's your sister and mom's favorite ice cream flavor." After thinking for a moment, he replied with a sad expression, "They both love mint chocolate but I hate that flavor. I like vanilla but they say that vanilla is basic and does not have any taste." I somewhat was now sympathizing with him. Though he was still that big man, for now he was a kid who needed to be cheered up. "Okay, then we shall buy some vanilla ice cream or better I will bring a whole bucket of it. What do you say?"

"But why are you asking such things?" I tapped his head and replied with a smile, "Whenever you are sad because of any reason, just lock yourself into your room and eat this whole bucket while watching your favorite cartoon. I used to do it whenever I fought with my parents or felt sad. It will make you feel good." He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Really? And it worked?" I did not hesitate to reply, "Every time. So, next time don't be so harsh yourself and have some ice cream kid." I laughed at the last sentence. I really felt light now. Talking to this small Parker was way better than talking to his present self, Brat. 

I was still in my thoughts when I heard him say, "I like you." 

"Huh? Like me?" He nodded as he crossed his hands, "I have a talent to know people's intentions at first sight and you seem like a good person."

"Really?" Being complimented by kids was another level of achievement. "Will you come with me to my house?" I blinked. What's just happened? I directed my gaze toward him, "And why is that?" Except for the part that I was living with him and his family I wanted to know why was he asking such a thing. He kept his gaze low, continuously playing with his finger, "Christina has Mom, and it does not feel good to be alone, believe me. If you will be with me then I can also make them see that I was not alone too." Shit, he was getting sentimental, where are the tissues. I was about to look for those tissues, when he moved up his head instantly, "Stay with me and I will buy you anything you want." 

"Excuse me?" I was still processing what he just said when he again spoke, "Don't worry, I get a good amount of pocket money, I will pay you salary every month." Damn, who says the businessmen's kids are kids. Salary? Huh? I was about to open my mouth to reply to this brat when I heard a knock at the door. I glanced outside, "Christina!" I tried to open the gate but it did not open. Fuck! I forgot that he himself locked all the doors. How will open them?  I was still thinking about what to do when a sound came from the doors. I glanced back at Parker, whose hands were near a button, "You own the car and still don't know how to operate it. Stupid old lady." In that moment, I really wished that it was the present Parker, in order to smack him so hard but it was not possible. Taking deep breaths, I again tried to open the door and luckily it opened. Christina was breathing heavily as if she almost run a mile. "Is he okay?" She asked scanning both of us. While Parker turned his head in the opposite direction, I gave her a weak smile. 

"Let's go in my car." I quickly nodded when Parker denied, "No, I will not go with you." Me and Christina and I took a deep breath. "Parker, please I am sorry. Let's go, Mom is waiting for you." Christina tried to convince him but he shot back, "No, she is waiting for you. She loves you, not me."

"Parker, please don't create a scene, I am apologizing right?" Christina apologized again and again and tried to convince him but Parker did not budge. At last, he glanced at me and then spoke, "Fine, I will go with you, but this woman will go with us."