MY BODYGUARD

MY BODYGUARD chapter 5

I instantly feel a wave of sadness hit me and I can't control my breathing. I have to get out of the car, I can't breathe. I grab the handle and practically fall out of the car door onto the path, people walk past and stare at me. I don't care, I don't care at all. I in-distinctively hear a belt buckle un-clip and a car door open, followed by footsteps walking towards me. A pair of hands reach out and pull me to my feet. I push him off me and lean my back against the car with my face in my hands, tears stinging my eyes.

T: Y/N come on, get back in the car.

He tries to say this calmly but it somehow still annoys me.

Y: No! This is all your fault!

T: Come on, you're making a scene love.

Y: Stop it! Just stop it! It should have been Andy taking me to Paris, not you! He didn't deserve to die! He was my only friend.

I cry out, people fully staring now. I can't control my breathing and it turns into a full-blown panic attack. I start to become all dizzy and its hard to stay balanced. Without thought, I grip onto Tom and he hooks his arms behind my back to keep me steady.

T: Are you ok? What's happening?

Y: I... I'm having a... a panic attack.

T: Jesus Y/N. Er, just, try to breathe, ok? Deep breaths. I've got you.

Tom sits us on the curb of the path and holds my face in his hands.

T: You're ok. You're ok. Keep breathing in and out.

I stare into his eyes, they are different. He has some sympathy and worry in them now. Seeing that little bit of emotion from him gives me hope. Hope of getting to know him, hope of figuring him out. To tell you the truth, he isn't very good at sorting out a panic attack, but he was trying, and that's what eventually calms me down.

I don't know how long we have been sat on the pavement, but I'm worn out and drained. I feel empty, the thought of losing my only friend is tearing me apart inside.

T: You, ok?

Tom's worry is still there but it has faded. I feel thankful for the help he has given me, and I can't help myself as I jump into his arms and hug him. He sits still as my arms wrap around him, he clearly isn't one for affection but I wasn't asking for him to hug me back, I was just grateful for his help. I eventually let go and feel my cheeks burn up.

Y: Sorry I just... Thank you.

He nods and gives me a small smile, helping me up, I brush myself off as he opens the door for me and I climb in. As he walks round the car to his side, I adjust my runny mascara in the pull-down mirror above my head. God, I look like a mess.

The rest of the car ride is pretty silent. Tom clearly doesn't know how to comfort me so he just stays quiet, which, I don't really mind. Although, I am now left with my thoughts which only makes me grieve harder.

T: We will be at the house in 5 minutes. I told Viola to put you some clean clothes in your wardrobe. We can go get you some more in a couple of days once you have settled in.

I nod understandingly. Viola is the house maid that is going to be working in the safe house with us for the foreseeable future. I'm hoping she's around my age so I can at least try and make friends with her. Oh, how wrong I am.

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We finally pull up to the safe house near the center of Paris. We stop at a white gate towering above us and Tom gives a pin number of some sort to a person on the intercom and we get let in. The building in front of us is large, the architecture is modern, white and grey. Tom drives us to the front of the house and pulls up just next to a beautiful water fountain.

Y: This isn't so bad.

Smiling to myself, still feeling rather drained of emotion, I almost feel I glint of excitement.

T: Head straight in. They all know who you are so you don't have to waste your time introducing yourself. Pick a room and try and get some sleep.

It's only 1 o'clock but the day has dragged on and I feel so tired. Tom walks off to talk to someone at the gate, so I take that as my opportunity to go find my bedroom, that I will only be staying in for the next month or so most likely.

I can't really be bothered to look at the rest of the house right now, so I just head straight up the stairs and pick the room that I first walk in to. Which appears to be the biggest one anyway thankfully, with a beautiful en-suite and a balcony. I sigh heavily, flopping on to the bed. I'm not bothered about changing just yet, I just want to sleep.

( Sorry this chapter is quite short but i'm editing the next one! I hope you are all enjoying the story so far, please feel free to comment and share :) )