MY BODYGUARD

MY BODYGUARD chapter 11

We finish our pizzas fairly quickly and I thank Viola. She just nods and waves her hands at me dismissively. I kind of hate and love her.

By the time we finish, the time is now 6 o'clock. Tom has disappeared somewhere with Harrison and Theo, so I make my way to the living room to finish the last episode of 'The haunting of Bly Manor.' With only half an hour of it left, I manage to finish it at about half 6 and I begin to make my way upstairs to have a shower and wash my hair, ready for tomorrow.

I make it to the first step when I hear the front door open behind me.

T: Hey, wait up.

I step down from the stairs to face Tom. He looks worn out.

Y: You, okay?

T: Yeah, just been sorting stuff out outside. I need you to stay inside for the rest of the night.

Y: Ok. I was going to take a shower, wash and straighten my hair anyway ready for tomorrow.

T: Ok good.

He follows me up the stairs until we reach my room.

T: I'll be out here if you need me. We are being extra careful due to what happened yesterday.

Y: Thank you. How's your arm today?

T: It's fine.

Y: Right, forgot you are immune to feelings.

T: Very funny.

Y: seriously though, I hope it's ok. I'll change the dressing for you after my shower.

T: I appreciate it, thanks.

Y: No worries. I'll call you in when I'm ready.

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I have my shower and make sure I wash my hair thoroughly before blow drying it and straightening it. I also make sure to shave my legs, ready for wearing my new beautiful dress. Because of my thick hair, I manage to finish straightening it for half 8. Remembering that I have to change Toms dressing on his arm, I call him in. A few seconds later, he strolls in and I pat the bed next to me for him to sit down.

T: Took you a while.

Y: I didn't realize I was being timed.

He snickers softly as he takes off his suit jacket. I unravel his bandage slowly, inspecting the wound as I place the dirty bandage into the bin I placed beside my bed. I pour some of the rubbing alcohol onto a cloth and prepare him for the stinging that's about to happen. As I make contact, he groans as he stiffens his jaw at the pain. I pull a sorry look as I take it away from his arm.

Wrapping a clean bandage around his arm, I catch him looking at me.

Y: What?

T: How did you become so handy with first aid?

Y: It's, a long story, but my father went on a mission one day when I was 13, leaving me and my mum at home with only 4 men. The house was ambushed, the men surrounding the house got killed and my mum got injured saving me from a bullet. Her injury killed her; I could've saved her if I knew the basic first aid. But instead, I watched her bleed out, as her breath slowed.

Tom listens with furrowed brows. I can tell he knows what pain I must've felt.

Y: Since then, I have been teaching myself first aid in case I ever have to use it again. Good job I did hey?

I lightly laugh but Tom doesn't. He just watches me intensely as I tie his bandage off.

T: I'm sorry you had to go through that.

Y: It's not your fault.

T: Your father should have known better.

Y: You're probably right. But what is done is done. No point in dwelling on the past.

Tom nods slowly before standing up and stretching his arm out carefully, adjusting it to the fresh bandage. I wanted to say sorry about what happened to his family, but something was telling me I shouldn't. I also didn't want to get Harrison in trouble for telling me.

T: I'll leave you be. Better get an early night ready for tomorrow. I'll be outside for another half an hour and then I'll head to bed too.

Y: Thank you. Just go straight to bed I'm fine.

T: I have to obey your father's orders. But, thanks again for sorting my arm out.

Y: Of course. And, you're most welcome. Goodnight Tom.

T: Goodnight, Miss Sharpe.

Y: Miss Sharpe? Are you feeling, okay?

Tom laughs and walks out of my room, closing my door behind him. I flop on to the bed and smile as I think about him still standing on the other side of my door. Something inside me is screaming at me to just let him stay with me tonight, but I wouldn't want him to get in trouble if my father found out. After daydreaming for a few minutes about Tom, I eventually fall into a peaceful sleep.