Mute Girl The Series : Rose Thorns

" Dashing through the snow in a one-horse open sleigh ...

Through the fields, we go laughing all the way ...

Bells on bob-tail ring making spirits bright ...

What fun it is to ride and sing a sleighing song tonight ...

Jingle bells, Jingle bells ...

Jingle all the wayyyyy ... " hummed a little girl while printing her small feet in the snowy roads with her black boots.

On her puffy right hand, there was a square small box wrapped with red and white strips on it and on her left hand was a black short-barreled firearm. While wearing a long sleeve red plain winter shirt and white circle skirt with a Christmas beanie, that 6 years old kid didn't look like holding a real handgun. Most probably just a fake toy water gun. Along the white and snowy roads, there were red spots trailing her footprints and her head constantly looked down. She did not lift up her head for once but continued to sing that happy children Christmas song. The dark had yet to come hence that little girl did not have a problem walking with her head hanging low as she had walked the same road every evening since she learnt how to walk. That familiar road would lead her to a small bungalow house in grey and white colour which was her home sweet home. Her journey back home was only filled with her voice humming the same song repeatedly and big trees along the way with no one except her alone. She stopped walking once she reached the house gate and stood for a few seconds waiting for it to be opened. With her small figure, the metal gate seemed so huge and heavy. As she waited, she thought the possibility of pushing that gate one day, maybe in a few years time.

"I'll be home for Christmas. You can count on me ...

Please have snow and mistletoe ...

And presents by the tree ...". A welcoming song was playing at the same time the gate started to swing inwards, creating a pathway for the little girl to walk into the house compound. At the in front of the house door, there was another little girl but a few years older standing like a mother waiting for her children to come home.

"Sister, I'm home." shouted that little girl while running towards the house. She was in joy seeing her elder sister by the front door.

"Mia, hurry up. The feast just about to begin." spoke the elder sister with a big smile on her face.

"Look !! I brought a present for you."

"Thank you, my dear. Come, put the present under the Christmas tree and go wash your hand."

"How about my gun sister ?"

The elder sister continued smiling at the the little girl and replied to her in an endearing tone. " Put it in the drawer below the TV"

"Alright sister !"

Shrekkkkkk!!!!!

Her whole body was jolted forwards like a vast strong force had pushed her from behind. That sudden lurch forced her closed eyes to open in shock and nausea consumed her dry throat. She rapidly inhaled and exhaled to ease the pain she felt in the stomach. Her breathing was very shallow.

"Miss ... Miss .. Are you okay ?"

Still in daze , she looked at the owner of the voice and saw a man roughly in a mid forties with a light blue collared shirt was staring at her from the front seat. Her lifeless eyes blinked few times before she recognised that man. That was the taxi driver who picked her up just now.

"Sorry Miss. I hit the brake abruptly. I almost miss the place. We've reached your destination." apologized the taxi driver for his bad driving skill. Luckily he hadn't lost the way in this dark and huge forest or else he would need to go round this road several times before he arrived at the destined point.

" Uh .. uh.. It's okay.. Thank you for the ride.." Without dwelling on the matter , she swiped her bank card to pay the fare and exited the taxi. She was thankful enough to the taxi driver as for driving her to this place at this hour. After attempting many times to hail a taxi , only this driver was willing to accept her request as this place was quite far from where she hailed the taxi.

Bip! Bip! Within five seconds she paid the fare , her phone received a notification from the bank to inform her a huge sum of amount was being charged to her bank account just now. Hopefully the balance in her account was enough to cover her expenses for the meantime before she found a job in case her plan at this moment didn't work.

It was almost three in the morning and here she was standing in front of a huge mansion with only her purse on hand. She took two hours journey from the main capital of West City to West Wing isolated area without no back up plan. She was very determined to come here with the hope that at least the owner of this mansion would listen to her request.

She was tired , partly because of the long trip and also perhaps she hadn't recovered from the odd dream she had just now. It wasn't that entirely weird but she had an uneasy feeling regarding this dream. She didn't know if it was a nightmare or just a plain dream but as much she tried to recall it , her mind couldn't remember the details.

She shook her head few times to retrieve back her focus and maintained her gaze on the mansion in front of her right now. She took the risk to come here at this hour but rather than she gave up before a fight , it was a do or die situation. While she was standing cold under the moonlight , the people inside this mansion must be currently in their bed with thick blanket warmed their body. It was impossible for the owner of this mansion or even the maids to let her in even if she were to press the bell right now. But what to do? She must be resolute and bear the coldness with the hope that at least by when the sun rose, she would be able to meet the owner of this grand house.

Meanwhile in the mansion , contradicting to the her expectation , the trusted butler of this mansion was aware of her presence and hence went to his master's study room to inform the matter on hand. It was very rarely for a guest to come at this hour without any prior heads up however the butler just did his duty in the most honest manner.

"Sir, you have a guest outside. She was waiting at the in front of the main gate." informed the butler.

"A guest? At this hour? … Hurm … nevermind… Just prepare a guest room for our guest. Ask the maid to invite her in. I bet she's in cold and we couldn't let anyone dies in freeze in front of our house. I'll meet her when the sun rises." The master was a bit surprised to have a guest at this late hour however he didn't show any sign of irritation in his tone. He couldn't use it as an excuse to not welcoming the guest in. He didn't want to attract any unnecessary rumors about his hospitality manner.

"Noted ." the butler obediently accepted the master's instruction and then exited the study room to carry out the order.

Afterwards , the master made a phone call to one of his regular caller. In no second , his call got connected.

"Oscar, meet me at this instant. I have a task for you." Although it was an urge command , his tone still remained gentle to the end caller.