MY BODYGUARD

MY BODYGUARD chapter 2

Saturday

After having a quick shower and doing my teeth, I make my way out my bedroom door to find Tom standing waiting for me.

Y: Could you help with my bags please?

I hand out my suitcase handle to him, he completely blanks me and just begins to walk away. What an arsehole. I grab my suitcase and two bags and I am left to carry them myself downstairs, struggling silently. I finally reach the bottom step and try to catch my breath, that was like a bloody work out. As I compose myself, I catch Andy's eye, he is standing with a man holding a laptop, I wave him over and he finishes his conversation off with the man he was speaking to.

A: Hey Y/N, you, ok?

Y: Is my father here?

A: Sorry, he left with some guys about ten minutes ago. He wanted me to tell you to behave though.

Y: Of course he did. By the way, Is Tom always this annoying?

Andy just laughs and reaches to grab one of my bags as we walk out together to the car where Tom is already standing impatiently.

A: You'll be fine I promise. Tom will keep you safe, just do as he says.

Y: I would, if he actually Said anything to me.

Andy chuckles, averting his attention to Tom.

A: You have to understand, he isn't much of a talker, but he is dangerous Y/N. And he has one hell of a background story. At the age of 12, he killed more people than I have killed in a week.

Y: What happened to him?

A: Look, I've said too much already. Have a safe journey, I'll see you soon.

Y: Thank you Andy. Take care of yourself.

Andy goes to shake my hand but I instantly jump to hug him, I let go and we exchange smiles before I run to the car.

T: Took your time. Get in.

I'm actually pleased to hear him speak to me, but damn, why is he so rude. I chuck my bags in the boot before running to climb into the passenger seat, I barely get my leg in the car before Tom begins to drive off. I inhale deeply to control my rising temper. I clip in my seatbelt as we pull off the front drive. I take this chance to try and have a conversation with Tom as it is going to be a long journey. This will be fun.

Y: So, have you been to Paris before?

I ask, only to get silence in return. I decide to just carry on.

Y: I hear it's amazing. Although, apparently, they have a lot of rats around...

I'm cut off as Tom turns on the radio. I scoff in offence and reach my hand out to turn it off, but as I do, Tom grabs my hand and shoots me an annoyed look. It doesn't scare me, just makes me even more irritated.

Y: Fine.

I huff as his eyes avert back to the road and I cross my arms like a child as I stare out the window. I find myself counting yellow cars as we pass them, how fun. One way or another, I will get to know Tom, and hopefully he will open up to me.

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At some point, whilst counting yellow cars, I must have fell asleep. I wake up and itch my tired eyes. I notice that we are at a petrol station and Tom isn't in the seat beside me. He has probably gone to pay and get food. Thank god because I'm starving, I didn't have any breakfast as I was too busy being rushed by a handsome dickhead. I notice Tom coming out of the shop. Empty-handed. Fuck's sake.

Y: No food or drink?

I ask with disappointment as he climbs back in next to me. As usual he doesn't answer. He's really starting to get on my nerves.

Y: Tom! Seriously? Are you actually just not going to speak to me the whole way?

T: No. Because you're annoying as fuck and I need to concentrate. We will stop for food in an hour.

Y: One, that's rude, and two, I'm hungry now.

T: Well, I'm not. So be fucking patient.

Y: Isn't your job to protect me? That's not going to happen if I die from starvation, is it?

T: Stop overreacting Jesus fucking Christ.

Y: I'll stop overreacting when you stop swearing.

Tom just looks at me, clearly getting impatient with my persistence to annoy him. He lets out a low vexed growl and opens his door with force as he stomps his way back to shop. I smile to myself, seeing him face defeat as he comes out with two bottles of water and a packet of Doritos. He slumps in the car and chucks the condiments at me as I struggle to catch them all. I halfheartedly want to moan about the fact that he only got crisps, but I think I have irritated him enough, for now.

Y: Thank you, that wasn't so hard was it.

He angrily lets out a sigh and pulls out of the petrol station to carry out our journey.