MY BODYGUARD

MY BODYGUARD chapter 6

Monday

I awaken to a knock at my door. I slowly climb out of the bed, and grab the blanket off the armchair in the corner to throw around me, feeling a bit chilly. I reach for the door knob and open it to find Tom standing with a tray of toasties and a cup of tea.

T: Good morning. I was going to wake you at dinner time yesterday but you looked like you needed the sleep so I just left you alone.

Y: Oh, thank you it's much appreciated. What time is it?

T: It's just turned 7. Viola made you toasties and tea for breakfast so thought I'd bring it to you.

Y: I've been asleep for 18 hours?!

T: You've had a rough couple of days. I don't blame you.

Y: Jesus. I've never slept for that long before, and yet, I still feel like shit.

Tom chuckles and walks past me to place the tray on the end of the bed for me.

Y: Did you get enough sleep?

T: I'm used to not sleeping much. I don't need it.

Y: Everyone needs rest.

T: There's work to do, I can't rest. And there will always be work to do.

Y: Well... thanks for the breakfast.

T: Don't thank me, I didn't make it.

Will this man ever except the appreciation given to him? But even before I can ask him, he strolls out of my room and disappears back downstairs. His mood swings are giving me whiplash.

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I stuff the toasties down, finally realizing how hungry I actually am. I take the tray down to the kitchen and put the plate into the dish washer. Still holding my unfinished tea, I walk back to my room, I need to get out of these disgusting clothes and have a shower.

I place my tea on the sink and run the shower until I am happy with the temperature. Chucking my dirty clothes into my washing basket, I grab a pair of black leggings and a pink hoodie from the wardrobe and lay them onto the bed, ready for me to change into when I have finished washing away yesterday's antics. I still can't believe Andy is gone. He helped me through so much after my mother died, he deserved a happy ending, not one that consisted on being killed on a mission that my father ordered him to be on. Although, he loved his job, and I will forever be grateful for everything he has done for me.

I finish fairly quickly in the shower, feeling quite eager to explore the house a bit more. I change into the clothes that I put on my bed and throw my hair up into a loose ponytail. I apply a little bit of makeup to my lashes and my eyebrows and not forgetting to conceal my very puffy under eyes, due to the amount of crying I've been doing.

I stroll downstairs and bump into a small, 70-year-old looking lady.

Y: Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going.

V: Well, you should, young lady!

Y: Sorry. Er, who might you be?

V: Why, Viola of course! Now, I simply do not have enough time to doddle around, I have to get back home to my little baby chihuahua!

Of course, she has a bloody Chihuahua. She shuffles away, a sweeping brush in her hands. I knew I'd be wrong about Viola; I was silly to get my hopes up. Definitely will NOT be making friends with her! She stinks of dusty clothes, her hair is very dry and scraggly like she has just been dragged through a hedge, and her voice is almost squeaky sounding. Its VERY annoying. Not to mention her rude ass attitude. Who the hell does she think she's talking to! Unless she knows, but she's just too old to give a flying fuck.