Protector

Chapter 8

Shuffling around my house that night, getting ready for bed, I glanced out of my window, expecting to see a quiet road, yet seeing a black car with tinted windows pulling up outside Aston's house.

"Shit" I hissed. I was in my onesie, slippers and dressing gown, so I had to quickly throw off my dressing gown and slippers, before grabbing a locked case from under my bed. I unlocked it and pulled out a loaded handgun. I didn't have a clue who that car belonged to, but my job was to protect Aston, and something about this seemed suspicious, considering the situation he was currently in.

I shoved my feet into some gym trainers before darting out of the house. I hid behind the bushes in my front yard, waiting for something to happen. A guy suddenly climbed out of the car. He wore black sweat pants and a black hoodie with the hood pulled up. He was carrying a baseball bat. This was NOT good. As soon as his back was turned away from me, I ran across the road, ducking down behind Aston's bushes, watching this man. He walked towards the car parked up on Aston's drive. I slipped my gun into my pocket, ready to make a move on him. Hopefully Aston was asleep.

The guy held the baseball bat above his head, ready to swing it down. This was the right time to grab him. I pulled my hood up over my head and plunged towards him, tackling him to the ground. He swung his bat around in attempt to hit me, but I was too quick. I'd been doing this for many years. I slammed his face on the floor, holding his arms behind his back, whilst sitting on his legs. He had no way of getting out of this. After he'd struggled for a while, he finally gave in. I grabbed his hair and dragged his out of Aston's front yard, down to the alley way which ran alongside Aston's house.

"A girl, huh?" he snickered when he saw my face for the first time. I grabbed my gun from my pocket and pointed it at him.

"Who are you working for?" I demanded.

"Woah woah woah, let's not get guns involved with this" he said, holding his hands up in defense.

"Answer the fucking question!" I said, raising my voice.

"I'm not working for anybody!" he insisted.

"Then why are you here?" I asked, cocking my head to the left slightly.

"That guy in there, who you seem to be guarding so dearly.. He's a player. He fucked about with my sister. I came here for revenge. I wasn't going to hurt him, just mess up his car a bit. It isn't like it'd have mattered anyway, he's loaded" the guy shrugged, shoving his hands in his pocket.

"Put your hands where I can see them" I spat.

"Sorry" he sighed, holding his hands up at me.

"Now, I want you to get back in your car and go home. Don't try anything funny, you're surrounded" I lied as he glanced around. "I don't want you to say anything about this to anyone, do you hear me? I'll have people follow you, so you'll not get away with telling anyone. Do I make myself clear?" I asked.

"Yes mam" he nodded cockily.

"Now get the fuck back in the car" I growled. I followed him with my gun as he climbed in and sped off. I made a note of his number plate, making sure I found out more about this guy later.

If what this guy had said was true.. I was pretty disappointed in Aston. I knew he liked the ladies, but I didn't have him labeled as a 'player'. To encourage this guy to do what he did, he must have done some pretty awful shit. I was ashamed of him. 

Ok, sorry I've been away so long, I had a really big piano performance coming up, so I had to learn a new piece and practice.. But I've performed now, so I can continue writing! I know this is short, but I didn't have a lot of time on my hands tonight.. But thanks for reading :) xo 

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