More Than a Girl Bodyguard

Chapter 13: Hurt Me?

Chapter 13: Hurt Me?

“I’m so glad to see you again,” he grinned, “brother.”

Harris stepped into the dark room, “What do you want, Henry?”

Henry smiled, “I don’t know.” He glanced back at me, “Your girl bodyguard would be enough.”

“Tell me,” Harris’ voice changed, “What do you want?”

Henry walked around me, taking time for each step he took, “Your life and this little girl here.”

“Let me go!” I said.

Henry glanced back, “Don’t worry, Rosanna,” he smiled, “I’ll let you go after I finish business with my dearest brother.”

“Let her go, Henry,” Harris replied, “she has nothing to do with this.”

Henry smiled, “That’s what you think,” he lowered himself down and touched my hair, “but in reality, she’s everything to you.”

What? My eyes widened.

“My, my,” Henry started, “and she still doesn’t know it yet.” He held my chin up, “Looking at her eyes makes me want to kill you, Harris.” He turned around, “Get them!”

The group of his people charged for Harris and Dean. They looked at each other and smiled, “Just what I’ve been waiting for.” Dean smiled.

The two of them leaped over the many enemies and kicked high into their faces. Harris spread over his hands and pulled every part of the arm, hearing veins and knuckles crackling like fireworks. Dean dodged for the punch and swayed his arm to hit the opponents into their stomaches. Harris lowered his head and aimed low, reaching for their knees as he kicked hard. Dean moved to the side and punched into the other direction and hit the enemy behind within a second.

I rolled my eyes, They’re fighting again. Still rubbing the glass piece my hand felt a slippery liquid over the glass. It hurts. So I guess that was my blood, dripping from my skin, because I was holding the sharp glass piece too tight. And still it didn’t cut the rope yet.

I glanced over to Henry who was studying Harris’ and Dean’s moves. He nodded, “They both had become stronger.”

His face was dark now, not bright as it once used to be. I remembered when Harris, Henry and I use to play out in the park everyday when we were young. I was eight, Henry was nine and Harris, the eldest, was ten.  We played hide-and-seek, climbing the monkey bars, swings, the slide and off course trashing people’s gardens by rolling tissue paper everywhere. We were so naughty then, no one can do anything to us, in that neighbourhood. And those moments were the happiest. But after my father went missing, Henry seemed to have changed too; especially when he saw me crying that time. But that was it. I didn’t know what other way I can put it. We were kids then and now were young adults. I guess we’ve all changed.

Henry turned back and glanced at me, “We need to go.” He said, commanding a few of his group over. They pulled out a black material and tied my mouth, I wriggled to stop them, but they held me down. My eyes opened wider as I try to find different ways to escape, but even with a little sunlight, I wasn’t able to see much.

They then held a cloth over my nose; I knew what it was and tried to hold my breath so that I wouldn’t breathe it in. But I couldn’t hold my breath longer; I closed my eyes and played along.

Dean glanced over to see where she was. “Harris! I think they took her somewhere else.” He dodged another punch and kicked his opponent.

Harris finished off another person and glanced back, to see where his brother had went. But there was no sign of him. Another opponent headed straight for him and he lowered himself to spin his leg to trip his enemy; such an easy technique but a very moderate skill. He glanced back and landed his leg over the next person and he landed on the floor. “He must have taken her somewhere else!” Harris called back.

Dean nodded, “These guys are never going to give up!” He landed another punch into a person’s stomach.

“Let’s go after them!” Harris left the group and Dean followed.

***

I was stilled tied, with my hands and feet not been able to move. Man, this is annoying.

“Place her down.” Henry ordered, “Gently!”

The group let me slowly down on a couch or something and stood up in a line. I heard their feet shuffling away from me. Though I can open my eyes to see where I was. I was still faking that I was unconscious. Great!

“You! Come here.” I heard him said, “What information have you gathered about her father?”

My father?

The young one gave him a folder. “I could only gather this much information, Brother.”

Paper shuffled as he flipped them. He nodded, “Thank you.” He glanced at me, “I hope she’ll understand later.”

Pretending to sleep, or be ‘unconscious’, I was still rubbing the glass over the rope tying my hands. It really makes me wonder why it was taking forever. Usually it would take about half an hour minutes or so. But it had been two hours at least.

“Brother,” One of the group members said, “What are we going to do with her?” He pointed at me.

Henry smiled, “Just leave her as she is,” he paused, “we wouldn’t want to hurt her.”

Hurt me? What are they going on about? I continued rubbing the glass, feeling my blood trickled as I held tight on the glass piece. Man this is so annoying!

“What if they come again?” Another one asked.

He sighed, “We’ll have to deal with them again.” I heard his footsteps coming closer to me, “I don’t want them to get their dirty hands on her.” He touched my hair.

What dirty hands? I thought, The only dirty hands I see now, is yours!

“It’s just too sad you’re not awake now,” I heard him whisper, “or then we’ll have so much fun.”

I couldn’t stand this anymore. I flickered my eyes opened and saw his face. He smiled, “You’re awake!” He paused, “Perfect timing.”

***

I guess, this chapter was a little wordy. But on the other hand, it did reveal a few things. Usually chapter thirteen would be more interesting since it's the number thirteen. But my brain wasn't working so much. So this was all I could think of.

And I hope you would still continue reading this story and remember to CV (Comment + Vote!) Thank you for reading!