Bodyguard |Michael Gray|

Taken

The Red, haunting sky melted away into the clouds as the large car tore down the road. I wore my dress from last night and shivered in a back seat amongst the funeral-esque procession of long black vehicles. I was squished in between two armed guards both holding onto my arms as if I could thrash my shoulders side to side any minute and fight them off. I took a long deep breathe to steady my nerves. "We've been driving for what feels like two hours, where are you taking me?" My voice cracked on the last syllable.

"The Manor", the main driver spoke calmly. I stared at him for five minutes, taking in his greased back hair, black suit with red tie and white gloves gripping the wheel with force. Every few minutes he would take a sharp breath out through his teeth. He hissed like a snake then turned the car down a gravel track. I swayed to the side, straining myself by clenching my jaw and dreading being closer to the two men walling me in.

The car stopped and I was pulled out harshly by my arm, nearly tripping in my heels on the stones my body jolted forward and was held upright by stiff arms. "Stand up straight girl, your father would not like to see your pretty face cut by a fall", The creepy man spoke again, now I could finally take in his gaunt pale skin, long sharp nose and dark eyes. I was dagged into the house, it was grey and cold, the inside full of old antique furniture. It smelled like damp.

Then I saw him, he turned to face me from the top of the dark mahogany staircase. At the centre of the giant entryway to the house, he appeared to me to want to resemble a higher power. On the stairs he towered over all of us, peering down onto the tiles and doorway with a smug grin. "My Darling Scarlett, I have waited for this moment for a very long time", My Fathers voice boomed and echoed in the tall house. "Aren't you glad to see me?" my heart pounded in my chest, I wanted to run I even tried struggle out of the men's grip on my arms. "Please", My voice came out a haste breathy plead. "I was happy", tears struggled to escape my eyes as images of Michael and Small Heath flashed in my head. 

"How could that be so?" He smirked and cascaded down the dark carpeted stairs until he stood over my drooping frame. Lifting my face up he forced me to stare at his unfeeling expression. "How could you be happy with them? They're below us, they kill and slash their own to get to the top. To get what I have! What we have! I have an empire, Riches and an army and now I have It's future, I have you." He dropped my face and walked ahead then turned back to his goons. "Get her out of my sight"

I was taken upstairs and thrown into a room. Brushing myself off I saw a golden frame that held a picture of two men shaking hands, one being my father. The room was huge, I sat on the edge of the giant bedframe, with four posters like spikes pointing to the embellished chandelier. "He only wants me here because I'm his only child" I mumble to myself. "Why can't he just remarry and let me live my fucking life" I kick my foot and it knocks off a box under the bed. I bend down to open the box and inside is a fake passport with my picture on it and clothes. "No no no" I gasp and drop the passport. "He's going to take me back there"

Michaels pov:

As soon as I realised scarlett was gone I began cursing and yelling so loud I woke everyone up. I grabbed my coat and marched down the stairs to grab my guns from the hiding place in the wine cellar. "Michael you can't go after her alone!" Tommy's voice boomed from up the stairs. He tried to keep up with me getting ready to leave but was  tired from last night. "I don't fucking care they've taken her whoever they are and I've to get her back It's my job!" I pushed past Tommy from the hallway leading up from the cellar. He grabbed my arm harshly which sent me over the edge with rage. "GET THE FUCK OFF I HAVE TO GET HER" Breaking free I pushed open the double doors storming to my car. 

"If It's her father that took her you'll be shot on sight. He's a powerful crime boss from America and you won't even get 100 feet from the door." Tommy stood on the other side of the car door, i could see the pain in his eyes. He bit down on his lip. "Tommy she means so much to me I can't lose her", I bow my head towards the wheel and push back the thoughts of Scarlett in pain. Arthur emerges from the house drunk, "What the fuck is going on ere?! Where's he going at this hour?"

"Look Michael I'll find out where Mr Anderson is staying and we can work from there" Rage seeps out of me and I hit the horn hard causing it to go off for a minute. "Fuck, fine but quick, I don't know what that bastard is capable of, he found her here and took her that easy.." Tommy places a firm hand on my shoulder and opens the car door for me to get out. 

Scarlett's Pov: 

After staring numbly at the ceiling for an hour, my door is swung open and maids are sent in to bathe and dress me for breakfast. I'm placed into a large golden claw foot tub in the ensuite bathroom and sponged down. They push me down into the cold water and my mind flashes back to my childhood. A bath similar to this, tears falling into the water. I remember the emptiness I felt. I had everything I could ever need but at the same time I had nothing. I was dressed and kept pristine, firey red curls falling forward onto porcelain skin. I tried to pull my thoughts away from being nothing but a legacy to a large fortune and business. If I disappeared why couldn't my father just give this burden to someone else? The maid pulled my arm up and my hair hung over my head, I kept staring into the water and my own reflection.

I wished to be back in my cramped house in Birmingham, my tiny single bed and the sounds of people in the street, yelling and laughing. There no one knew who I was or what my existence meant. I was pulled out of the bath and dressed in an ugly frilly white outfit, then I was sent downstairs. It was all too familiar with the giant hallways and old portraits. I tried so hard to not think about the bathtub and how when I planned all my escapes I expected to be brought back to that same tub in the red house.