MY BODYGUARD

MY BODYGUARD chapter 21

Sunday

T: Hey, wake up.

I open my eyes to the feeling of Tom gently shaking me. I grumble tiredly and sit up, still straddling him.

T: Morning beautiful.

Y: Morning annoyance.

T: Hey!

Y: You woke me up!

He grabs my waist and flips us over as I shriek at his quick movement, him now over me.

T: I'm bored, and we need to find a way to contact your father.

Y: No.

Tom looks down at me confused.

Y: Marco knows about us, and he will most likely tell my father.

T: What? How?

Y: Well, he pretty much guessed.

T: Fuck him, I don't care.

Y: Tom, you don't understand. If he tells my father, he'll want to kill you.

T: I do understand, and I don't care. If calling your father is going to get you to safety, that's all that matters.

Y: No, we aren't phoning him, end of. I'm not losing you.

T: y/n...

Y: I SAID NO, TOM!

I push him off me and stand up in a fluster, running my hands through my hair and tears building up in my eyes. There is a long silence before Tom finds his words again.

T: Hey. Ok, we don't have to call him alright?

I turn around, Tom now standing in front of me, rubbing his hands over his face.

Y: I just, I don't want to lose you Tom. Not after everything with Andy or my mum. You're the only one I really have left.

He walks over to me and I fall into his arms as he softly holds my head.

T: You're not going to lose me. You are everything to me and I just want to keep you safe.

I lift my head to look up at him with an idea.

Y: Let's just run away. Leave everything behind and just go. We can take Max too.

T: Y/N you know I'd love to but... I need to know that Harrison is alive. And I still want Marco dead.

Y: Fine, but let me help you.

T: Absolutely not...

Y: Tom, no matter what you say, I want to help. The quicker we finish this, the quicker we can leave. It's me and you now, against the world.

T: Fine... but you do as I say, okay? Just me and you.

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We both manage to have cold showers and dry ourselves with fusty towels which, I know sounds very gross, but it's all we had. I change back into the floral dress that I've been wearing for the past couple of days now, mud covering the delicate details and colours and also my white converse. We really need to find a clothes shop. Tom walks out of the bathroom topless, and I can't help but stare.

T: Take a picture, it'll last longer.

Y: I would if I had a phone.

We both laugh as he throws on his black shirt and starts to button it up.

Y: Can we find a clothes shop today? I feel gross in this dress.

T: We don't have any money.

Y: We do. I found a stash of money in the bedroom drawers.

T: Why would they leave a stash of money?

Y: They could've passed away, who knows. We need the money though.

T: Ok. But we aren't spending it all on clothes. We need food and supplies too. I still have my gun but it only has two bullets.

Y: Ok, good.

I check on Max before we leave, he still has a bit of hay so that should last him for the day and I fill his water up a bit more before kissing his muzzle.

Tom takes my hand as we walk to a village that he spots nearby. It's only about a 10-minute walk and we eventually find a vintage clothes shop that I drag him into. I pick up a pair of black vintage vans and find black shorts and a dark green vans top to tuck in. Tom picks up black jeans, a plain black top, and carries over two black caps to help us stay undercover. We pay for the clothes with them on and chuck our old stuff into a bin just outside the shop.

Tom then leads us to a supermarket and we just pick up an assortment of food and drink.

T: I think I saw a fishing shop next door; they might sell some pocket knives.

He whispers into my ear as we stand by the till. The lady gives us a weird look so I elbow Tom's ribs to be careful and smile at her.

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Tom's right, we pick up a pocket knife each and we also buy a multi tool. The shop oddly sells bullets so Tom picks a few boxes up for his gun and we leave quickly after paying, having only £5 left over.

We make it back to the rusty house and I take the food into the kitchen, taking out a carrot for Max. Me and Tom then sit down in the living room to plan what we need to do.

T: Ok, do you remember your way to the house they kept you in?

Y: I think so. If we just follow the fields back in a straight line, it should come back to me.

T: Ok, good. We need to go back, avoid or take out Marco's men, and kill Marco.

Y: Sounds simple.

T: It won't be... Marco will be on high alert now since you left, he probably thinks you got in touch with your father and that he is now on his way to attack. We need to have a strategy. This would be so much easier if we had Harrison.

Y: It's ok, we can do this. Marco doesn't have that many men with him. I saw about 5 when I was there, including Marco.

T: Ok, that's good information.

Y: One of them was out the front, one round the back I presume, and the rest were inside.

T: Sounds too easy. He must have more men with him now.

Y: Well, we won't know until we get there, I guess.

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After about 2 hours, we finally come up with a strategy that we are happy with. We leave tonight at 7 on Maximus with all of our stuff. I hope everything goes okay; I have faith In Tom.

It's now 6 o'clock and we are packing everything into two rucksacks that we bought from the fishing shop. Tom loads his gun and tucks it into his trousers at the back. I take a flip knife and put it in my shorts pocket, handing Tom the other one as he thanks me.

The hour flies by and before I know it, it's now 7 o'clock. The nerves hit me but Tom holds my hand to reassure me. We stand out the front, holding Max as I take a deep breath.

T: You can stay here you know?

Y: No, I'm ok.

I hop onto Max and help Tom get on behind me.

T: You ready?

Y: Ready as I'll ever be.