MY BODYGUARD

MY BODYGUARD intro- chapter 1

I sometimes wonder what my life would be like if my father wasn't the man he is. I have always been by his side, obeying every order that gets thrown at me. I have to stop myself from having dreams, my future is already planned out, dreams are for normal families. And my family is far from normal.

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Friday

I climb out of the black limo and instantly notice the 30 men surrounding the building in front of me. I tiredly waltz up to the door, accompanied by Andy, my trustworthy bodyguard. Andy has looked out for me since I was a little girl, we are practically family. He's the only one who my father allows to actually call me by my first name. Everyone else is ordered to call me Miss Sharpe. I hate it.

I walk in behind Andy, looking at the glass chandelier above me and the beautifully stained-glass windows. I try to not get attached to beautiful buildings like these, I won't be here long, I rarely stay in one place for more than a month. My father is constantly sending me to safe houses in different places, we hardly see each other, but today is one of those rare moments where he summons me. Probably to send me to yet another safe house.

But I was more at ease today, in my home city of London. Which I would soon no doubt leave.

I walk into an office; my father is stood up talking to a stunningly handsome man, early twenties, with chocolate brown hair and a jawline that could cut cheese. Andy offers me a chair and I take it with a smile as he stands behind me. My father notices my presence, and so does the mystery man next to him, our eyes meet for a second and I smile but he soon looks away. His facial expression is cold, his emotion hard to read. I snap out of my curious thoughts as my father walks to take a seat in front of me.

Y: Hi dad.

D: You look more beautiful every time I see you.

Y: I can't say the same for you.

I laugh, only getting a light scoff in return.

D: Now, you know I haven't called you here to joke around.

I gathered.

D: I know that you have just got back from Aberdeen but we need to get you to Paris as soon as possible.

Y: Is everything ok?

D: We have been located by another group close to Birmingham. I am going to have to keep Andy here because we need him to track their movement.

Y: Can you not get anyone else to do that job? You know that Andy is the only one I'd have come with me.

D: I don't want you to argue with me on this Y/N. Now, Tom here is going to drive you to Paris first thing tomorrow morning. He is my most trustworthy right-hand man and he'd risk his own life to protect you.

I avert my eyes to Tom, his eyes still facing forward, emotionless. I really don't want to go on a 6-hour car journey with one of my father's men who I know nothing about. But the thing my father hated the most was my whining, so I wont even try to argue with him.

Y: Fine.

I dryly reply as I stand to leave the room. My father stands too and holds out his arms to embrace me, I slowly walk to hug him, feeling slightly uncomfortable. We don't really have a strong father-daughter bond so when we hug it feels forced. I pull away and smile at him before turning on my heel and walking upstairs to find my room for the night. I notice quickly that instead of Andy following me, it was now Tom. I guess my new protection arrangement starts now. Fucking fantastic.

I open the wooden oak door into a grey bedroom with a pristine ensuite. I sigh and slump onto the bouncy double bed, soon feeling slightly awkward as I notice Tom standing by the open door. I sit up right to look at him.

Y: You know, Andy usually shuts the door and waits outside.

Ignoring what id just said, Tom stands there unfazed like a statue. I stand up and walk to the bathroom to have a shower, lightly scoffing to myself.

Y: Ok then, just stay there.

I turn and lock the bathroom door behind me. At least I have a little privacy in here. I can't deny my instant attraction to Toms looks, but he was definitely acting strange.

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I wrap a soft towel around my shivering body and head to unlock the bathroom door, only to see Tom still standing by the open door.

Y: At least turn around whilst I change. Please.

No reply yet again. If this is what the whole trip is going to be like, id rather stick pins in my eyes. I sigh loudly to make it apparent to him that I was annoyed, and I grab a clean pair of pyjamas from my suitcase, still packed from my Aberdeen trip, and take them to change in the bathroom. I take a look at my phone as I place my pyjamas on the sink, it was already 8pm, and if I was going to be up early tomorrow it's probably best I head to bed sooner rather than later.

I hang my towel on to the back of the door and throw on my cute avocado pj's. Childish, I know. My hair is already in plaits so I decide to leave it that way so that my hair doesn't get in my face as I sleep. I walk out after doing my teeth and pay no attention to the motionless Tom stood in my doorway as I jump onto the bed.

Y: I'm going to sleep now. You can leave.

Silence. I can swear I hear crickets somewhere.

Y: You must be joking?

My sarcasm doesn't seem to bother him as he looks out of the window until, he finally moves, he holds his hand to his earpiece and shoots me a quick glance before leaving out the doorway he was so keen to stand in. I laugh to myself; I was a tad confused but it was sort of amusing to me. He closes the door quite harshly and I roll my eyes before turning onto my side, hoping to get a good sleep before an early morning trip to Paris. I want to be excited to go to Paris, but I'm not. I never get to sight-see in the places I go to, I am forever stuck in the safe houses. All the travelling and isolation means I have no friends, pretty sad for a 20-year-old.