You are y/n a famous American singer, originally from New York. You are moving to Paris for your career, - along with your Kwami, Lupa. When you move to Paris you never expect to become a renowned superhero, or fall in love. But when you do there wi...
Kira burst into the door and dragged Adrien and I out.
"Adrien your father left for home already. The powerlines are down, so he can't call you, and it's too dangerous for you to drive back so you'll have to stay in the safe room."
I froze. "Kira, I can't go in the safe room," my voice was strained.
She paused and turned around a scowl on her face. "And whys that?"
I stammered. "I-," a pained expression made it's way onto my face. This was not safe territory. "Just trust me please."
Kira rolled her jaw. "It's my job to keep you safe!"
I winced. "I know, but please just- not this once."
Kira threw her hands up in the air. "What good am I as a bodyguard if I'm not allowed to keep you safe!"
"Kira! Please-,"
"No you are coming with me."
I scowled. "Kira you will take Adrien to the safe room and that is final."
Kira clenched her fist. "You don't trust me to keep you safe, thats it." Her voice was painfully soft.
I cried out, "No! Not at all, why do you think, I hired you! I thought you'd not only make a good companion but also a great bodyguard!"
Kira's voice dripped with sarcasm. "Rightttt."
My gaze darkened. My voice lowered to a dangerously low level."Don't use that tone with me. I am your boss."
Kira folded her arms across her chest. She raised an eyebrow. "Actually your father is." She replied smugly.
My heart slowed. My eyes started to tear up at the mere mention of him. About three years ago I had confessed to Kira about how broken and done with life I was. My mother was dead, buried six feet under, and my father was a terrible cruel man who had abused her when she was still alive. One night after a rather rough beating my mother received I had slapped my father and called the police on him. They took one look at my mothers scars and fresh wounds and they arrested him. Later in trial he got a light sentence of two years in jail. When he got out he came straight to me and started threatening to do the same to me. My mother was ill and I wasn't old enough to apply for any job that had any hope of paying for her bills. So I had let him abuse me, as he was the only one with a proper paying job, and apparently that was the only way he'd consider helping us. He had enough money to pay for everything but he gave me medical bills claiming Mom was a waste of money. I fell behind. I pleaded with him as he was a almost millionare now but he turned his back saying how disgusting she was. She died a week later. I used my remaining money on a proper funeral. I then called child abuse center and told them my whole tragic story. They came over and arrested him. He was sentenced to seventeen years of jail.
