Bodyguard (Being Edited)

Four

T/W⚠️

GUN PLAY

I look at Mikkel as he drives.

"Stop staring at me or I'll deck you in the throat."he says.

I look away, believing he would very much do what he said.

"How did you do that?"I ask, making him sigh.

"Do what, Tiff."he says.

"Fuck up Charlotte Crelburn like that? Like with no remorse or anything. Like what if her dad decides to press charges?"I ask.

"I don't care."he says.

"How old are you?"I ask.

"19."he responds.

"What do you mean you don't care? Like, your life is just now starting."I say, making him roll his eyes.

"Shut the fuck up Tiffany."He says, annoyed.

I roll my eyes, turning away from him in the car. The silence only makes me want to ask him more questions.

"So, if we're gonna be together every day we should probably become friends."I say.

"I'm not your fuckin friend, I'm your bodyguard."he says.

I chuckle.

Am I oddly attracted to Mikkel and his carelessness?

"Why so bitter Mikkel?"I ask.

He doesn't respond. We pull into the driveway of my house and he stops the car, putting it in park.

"Out."he says.

I smile as I gather my things and get out.

"So you really don't care?"I ask leaning down.

"Out."he demands again.

I chuckle, closing the door and watching as he drives off.

I turn around and walk into my house. I enter, walking past the kitchen. I see my father standing with a bunch of men I had never seen before.

I stop and look on, hearing part of the conversation.

"You guys stop the truck here. When she walks out of the building you and Vinnie approach her with the distraction. It should be easy to get her in the truck from there."My father says, pointing out the places on the map.

"Daddy?"I say.

He looks up, instantly closing up the map.

"Hey princess, how was school?"he asks as I walk into the kitchen.

"Are you gonna hurt someone?"I ask, looking around.

"Oh, no no, of course not sugar, were just talking to someone is all."he says with a chuckle.

"You're lying aren't you?"I say, folding my arms and making him huff.

"Babygirl, could you just go up to your room and stay there for me, alright?"he asks.

I roll my eyes and turn around, back towards the stairs.

"Good kid."I hear someone say as I'm walking.

...

I lay in my bed bored, scrolling on my phone as I kick my feet.

I jump as I hear my bedroom door open. I turn, seeing Mikkel enter my room.

"What the hell?!"I ask

He rolls his eyes and he closes the door behind himself.

"I'm not in the mood kid. I'm supposed to keep you in your room."he says, sitting down in the chair by my door.

"Keep me in my room? Why?"I ask.

"I don't care. I didn't ask."he says.

I scoff as I stand, walking to the door.

"I need to talk to my dad."I say, reaching for the doorknob.

He grips my wrist before my hand touches the knob.

"He's busy."Mikkel says.

"Let me go."I demand, trying to pull from his grip.

"Stay in your room."he says, slowly inching me back towards my bed.

"Let go of me!"I demand.

"Let me do my job."he says, pushing me back towards my bed.

"Move! If you put your hands on me like that again I'll tell my dad."I say.

Suddenly, he grabs me by my throat. I whimper as he turns me around, pinning me to the door.

He gets face to face with me, holding my throat tightly.

His eyes were dark, and angry.

"Tell him."he whispers to my shaking frame.

"Tell him then, Tiffany. In fact-"he says, using his free hand to reach behind himself.

He pulls a gun out of the back of his pants and I whine as he places it against my head.

"Go ahead and tell him Tiff. Tell him about this. Tell him, what's he gonna do? Kill me?"he says with clenched teeth.

I whine, clenching my eyes closed as I feel the cold gun against my cheek.

"I'm not scared of your daddy, Tiffany."he says quietly.

I try to gargle out a response, but he slides the gun down from my cheek to my mouth.

"Open."he demands.

I whimper and shake my head.

"Open."he says again, this time through clenched teeth.

I whimper as I open my mouth slowly and let the barrel of the gun slide into it.

"What's your daddy gonna do about this, hm? What would he do if he saw me manhandling his little girl like this?"he asks quietly.

My legs begin to tremble as he looks into my eyes.

A small smile breaks his face as he slowly pulls the gun from my mouth.

My lips quiver as he does and he chuckles.

He uses a finger to wipe the wetness from my bottom lip as I look up at him.

"Aren't you gonna scream?"he asks.

I slowly shake my head no.

"Good. Now I suggest you stay in your room."he whispers.

I nod.

He releases my throat and steps back, walking towards the chair.

I don't move.

In all honesty, i tuned out everything he said after hearing the words "I'm not afraid of your daddy."

I was now lusting after Mikkel.

"You still haven't moved."Mikkel says.

"C-can you do that again?"I ask quietly, my face turning bright red.

"Do what again?"he asks nonchalantly.

I don't know what to respond. I just wanted him to make me feel that way again.

Suddenly he grips my throat, pinning me to the door again.

"This?"he asks.

I take in a sharp breath and stiffly nod.

He chuckles, a smirk growing on his face.

"Alright."