Rich Boys Bodyguard

-Prologue-

-Axel Grain-

"Axel. Stand here." My father looks at me. Phone in his hand, his other directing me where to stand. "Brianna." He points next to me. She moves over to my left. "Carlos." He points next to her. He moves next to her left.
"Now smile."
We smile.

11 years ago. Was the last time we were genuinely happy with our father.

He's made us steal. He's made us do his work.
Just so he could get all the credit in the end.

He still does it.

No, we don't have to follow his rules since we're adults. But the power even he holds on his own children.
Anything could happen to use. We're not willing to take that risk.

I always had to do all the work being the oldest. My father did nothing for us. He came home, took a seat on the couch, made a glass of wine, got drunk. Did it all over again.

He didn't even take care of dinner. I had to learn how to cook when I was 13. I took a cooking class in middle school and did the same in high school.

I wish my mother had taught me how to cook and take care of everything. Yet she passed before I was even a teenager. She was the best mom ever. She was actually there for her kids.
Looking back at photos, we were happy.

Our father couldn't even do the bare minimum.

I did all the cooking, I cleaned the whole house. I saved up money so I could walk to clothing stores to buy my siblings something nice. I learned how to do a lot of things. It was rough, but it was so worth it. I care about their happiness, my mother taught me that.

I moved out and my siblings came with me. We're happy now. We get along.

Even though our father had apologized, none of us would ever forgive him for what he did.

Yet he still comes running back for us to do his shitty work because he knows we're afraid.

It's a tough life. I never thought it would turn out this way.

But here we are.

And here she is.