Austria XAbused!Reader Music to my Heart Part 1

Austria XAbused!Reader Part 1

Music to my heart.





“Welcome.” A kind sounding voice rang through your ear as you entered the music store.

You held your head low and made your way to her at the counter. “D-Do you buy instruments?” You asked lowly

She gave you a soft smile. “Of course. But I do not determine whether or not we buy them. Let me go get the owner of the shop. He can help you with that.”

You looked up at her trying not to be rude. “T-Thank you…”

She left for a moment going to the back of the store. Your wrists still hurt from… earlier and you decided to place your instruments case on the counter, in case your wrists gave out. You looked over the old case. It was older than you, older than most people alive to be exact. “1637..” You whispered running your hand over the top of the case.

Moments later the young lady came back out fallowing an man with glasses. He was… in a sense.. very proper looking, he was dressed as if he were the conductor to some big fancy orchestra. “Yes, I hear you have an instrument you would like to sell?” He asked eyeing you a bit… rudely.

“Umm yes…” You opened the case up. “I don’t play anymore, and I have no one to give it to so, I figured of someone saw him, and loved him as much as I do, he would go to a good home, to someone that will play him… he is very beautiful sounding..” You said, but your words were unheard as the man stared wide eyed at the instrument you presented.

“Is that…. A Stainer?” He said amazed

You nodded “I-It is… it was my Great Grandfather’s…”

He lifted the instrument up gently and had a look inside. “Jacobus Stainer, in Absam prope Oenipontum 1637.” (from Absam near Innsbruck made this in Cremona) “This is the real thing….” He looked it over front and back “Genuine… “ He looked at you “Play it.”

“W-What?”

“Play it. I need to hear it.” His tone was practically demanding as you took your violin from his hands.

You took the bow out and tightened it. And you held the violin to your chin. He eyed you curiously on your posture, but he kept silent.

And you began to play.

The two watched the worried, and scared facial expression leave your features and turn into a soft smile, one that seemed lost in the moment of your own playing.

But when the song stopped, the woman clapped happily, and you realized, that you didn’t want to sell your precious violin, he made you come here and sell it… he just wanted free money…

“Are you sure you want to sell your violin? You seem… hesitant…” The man asked

“I-I don’t know…” You said as tears threatened to spill down your cheeks.

“Well, you are beautiful… I-I mean you play beautiful, but you lack the posture… keep your violin and allow me to teach you how to play correctly…” He said with a bit of stutter and a light blush.

“B-But if I go home without any money he will….” You stopped yourself

“He will what?” The man pushed on.

“Let’s just say he’ll be too angry for words…” You said lowering your head

“Very well then. Do you know the value of this violin?” He asked

“I do. A genuine Stainer is worth over $16,000.00”

“You are wrong.” He said making you looked up at him with a confused look. “It’s priceless. You’re keeping it, and you are going to learn how to hold it, and I am going to teach you this. Got it?”

You nodded “Y-Yes…” You rubbed your sore wrists and stood there for a moment in silence.

“Roderich!” The woman said in a harsh whisper pulling in to the back of the store. “What are you doing?”

“Helping her.” He said whispering back. Though, you could kind of hear…

“I don’t under stand.” She said

“Because she cried out for help Elizabeth, she spoke to me, to my heart, with her song. She needs my help.”

“You’re not talking about her posture, are you?” Elizabeth asked, now understanding what he was getting at.

“No, but I’m not saying that her poster doesn’t need improvements..”

The two returned to the counter in front of you. “Your lessons start now let’s go.” He said grabbing you by the wrist.

“O-Ow!! Please!” You shouted out in pain.

His eyes widened and he let go of your wrist. The sleeve of your jacket was push up a little, and right were his hand was… was a much larger hand print shaped bruise.

“You’re lessons start in a week. Until then, you’re staying with me.”

You gulped. Unsure on if this was a bad idea… or not… but you made the decision.. “Alright.. “