Protecting The Storm

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PLEASE READ THE AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END*
Lyla Blake's P.O.V.

It smelt like bleach. Like they had sprayed bleach to clean the blood off the walls and floor of the room thousands of times before me. As if that process, over and over, would wash away the horrors of past experiences. Who knew how many times they had done this before.

The door opened and slammed closed. A man with white blond hair, pale skin and sleepless eyes, walked over holding a crowbar. His smile spread as I used all my strength to move my dangling head. I was strapped to the ceiling with the rest of my body just hanging limply. The man grinned pulling the crowbar up to his chest and swung.

My head flew off my pillow as I screamed. My eyes watered as I grabbed my pillow off my cot and ran for the small corner in the closet. I sat down holding my knees against my chest rocking myself back and forth, trying to get calm.

"Storm! Sweetie, where are you? It's me, Sgt. Jones." A calming voice said.

The closet door opens revealing a woman in her late 30's with dark brown eyes, tan skin and a black uniform on. Her caring smile met with sad eyes. She was it. She was the only one that I could talk to. She saved me. She was the closest thing to a family I'll have for a long time. Her name was Tami. Tami was the only one who talked to me like I was a person other than another job. She sat down beside me and put her arms around me as I broke down.

This happens a lot of nights. The nightmare just don't stop. Sometimes their different parts of when I was taken others were about him finding me again and the pain he would inflict on me.

"Sssshhhhh" she said quietly rocking with me. "It's okay. It's okay. It was just a nightmare. Your safe." She whispered in my ear.

After she found me, I always thought of her as the sister I never had. She was really nice and would joke, making me come out of my shell around her. I became silent after they found me. Tami was the only one that could make me talk so they made her my main bodyguard. Watching me pretty much every second of the day no matter what. It has been 4 weeks since I was brought into witness protection program and once I shut my eyes into darkness, the nightmare alway comes with it. Tami comes to help every time I scream.

"I have some news for you. I don't know if your going to be happy or sad about it." She says stroking my hair. I look up at her sniffling.

"Since school has already started there has been a rumor that he's coming to this town to see if your here." My body stiffened as the words fell out of her mouth.

"So that means we are going to relocate you. Maybe even change your name while we're at it. Your name can really be Storm from now on." She said with a slight smile.

My name isn't really Storm obviously. They just call me that because there was a huge storm when they found me that night. My real name is Lyla. Lyla Blake. I sniffle trying to hold back the flood in my eyes.

"Where would I be placed?" I said quietly.

"That's the thing, one of your body guards has enough rooms and money for you to live with their family. Isn't that kind?" Sgt. Jones said holding me even tighter now.

"Who is it?" I ask.

"A very wonderful guard that you love and talk to."

"But I don't talk to anybody here.". I told her furrowing my eyebrow.

"You talk to me sweet Storm." Sgt. Jones laughed a bit.

Realization hit me as she smiled at me.

"You? I can't let you do that! You have a family and I can't put them in danger!" I sniffed, starting to calm down more.

"Of course you can come with me! I have enough room and my family will be fine. Also I'm the only one they will let you stay with." She said as she pulled away from our hug.

I was waiting for the warmth of the hug to leave but it was just replaced with the warmth coming from her caring eyes.

"Do I get to keep my motorcycle? And what about my training? Where will I train? Is the room sound proof for my music?" I asked Sgt. Jones.

She laughed at my rambling questions and pulled me up from the closet floor. Before answering my questions she laid me down on the somewhat comfortable cot and sat on the edge. Her legs crossed over one another and she held my hand.

"Well you would be able to keep your motorcycle and my husband owns a boxing gym. Get this, on every Friday night he has matches which people sign up to fight one another. It's not illegal though and they're clean fights, with rules. The rooms in my house are not sound proof but I did a little remodeling and made it where you have a sound booth in your room so no one but yourself can hear it." She says.

Ever since I was found, I have been learning self defense. All kinds of self defense too. I've gotten really good since the people training me work in with the government. Training so much made me better then some of the newer agents. I looked up at Sgt. Jones.

"When do we leave?" I asked.

"We leave tomorrow evening. We should be there by Friday morning."

"It takes two days to get there? Where do you live?" I ask as she walks to the door. Tami stops at the door and grabs the door knob says "California" with a soft smile and closes the door.

California.

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