Twisted

chapter-3

Ayden. . .

I can't believe my dad selected a female bodyguard for me. What more is that it's a girl younger than me. Can you believe that? A girl! What could she do? How can she protect me? I might have gone insane. I'm eighteen. If I can't protect myself, how is she going to protect me?

When I saw her yesterday, I was completely shocked. I thought it might be some older women when Dad mentioned it would be a female. But what I saw was a beautiful young girl with pretty crystal blue eyes and short black hair. Despite being my bodyguard, she looked really beautiful. But something about her eyes is familiar.

Let's see if she can protect me. I want to make her quit the job before she even starts it.

I kept looking out of the window. She'll be arriving at any moment now. It's just half past ten. I don't know when she was supposed to be here. All I know is that she is supposed to be staying here. so she could guard me.

I spot a taxi stopping in front of our mansion. And as an end to my waiting, she steps out. Seventeen and elegant. She walked inside the mansion. I stalked downstairs to see her talking to her dad and uncle. I don't know why my uncle has been so obsessed with finding me a bodyguard. It was his idea to have a bodyguard. He kept provoking my dad to have her as my bodyguard. He always talks about how strong she is , how bold she is, and so on...

"Your room will be the one next to Ayden and-" he trailed off as he caught sight of me.

I looked at my bodyguard, who looked back with no further expression.

"He'll show your room." Her father informs her

"Who me?" I ask.

"Yes"

"Why would I do that?"

"Just show her Ayden," said the uncle. I'm literally going to hate my uncle. He's so strict with everyone. If he says something, there will be no going back. I wonder if that's how he got her as my bodyguard.

I walked towards the stairs, annoyed. without glancing at her. I can feel she is following me.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Jade," she replied coldly.

My legs came to an halt. Jade? "Are you jade black?" I asks.

"No, I'm jade Martin." She says.

I nodded. Jade Martin? But she looks so familiar.

..

For the rest of the day, she barely came out of her room . She'll start working tomorrow. Not that I care. All I care about is firing her immediately.

I made my way out of my room to see her. I contemplate knocking on the door as I stand in front of her room. But I eventually gave up on the idea. Instead, I opened the door. Luckily, it wasn't locked. I peeked my head inside without making any noise.

Her room is the same as mine.
Everything in our home is white. It was mom's idea. None of us tried to change it, even after her death.

Jade is sitting on the chair wearing a green hoodie and grey bottoms. Her head is down. with her hair blocking the view of her face. All I can hear is the sniffing sound, as if she is crying.

Wait. Is she really crying?

She turned her head to take a napkin. I saw tears trickling down her cheeks. Her cheeks are pink, from crying I assume. I closed the door without making any noise. and head back to my room.

I lay down on my bed staring at the ceiling.

Why is she crying?

Didn't she like the job?

If she didn't, why did she agree?

Was she forced?

Did the dad or uncle force her?

Wait. Why am I caring about this when it's none of my business?

...

Someone knocked on the door. I opened my eyes. I checked my phone to see it was already half past one in the morning. Who the hell is knocking on my door? It'll be my uncle, there's no doubt. Dad doesn't knock, he just comes inside as if he owns the room.

"What's wrong, uncle?" I started as I opened the door, but I trailed off as I caught sight of her. Jade. She no longer looks as if she were crying.

"What are you doing here?" I asked instead.

"Did you come to my room?" She asked, not as coldly as she told me her name, yet coldly.

"No, why?" I lie.

"Oh.. I felt as if there were someone." She said, "appearing in thoughts."

"When?" I asked to be sure it was me.

"About ten minutes ago."

"Oh come on, I've been sleeping all this time." Ten minutes ago, who was that? I came back about two hours ago.

"TYeah.. alright, I just wondered." She said, turning around.

"Wait." I said as she started to walk away. She walked back. "Aren't you sleeping yet? It's already half past one. " I asked, wondering if she was crying all this time.

"I can't sleep at this hour." She said this matter-of-factly.

"What do you mean? Not sleeping at this hour? " I asked.

"I barely sleep for two to three hours." She says, rolling her eyes.

"What? Are you having insomnia? "

"Yeah," she said.

"How long" should I wait? Am I being so careless?

"As long as I can remember." She said she was not interested in further questions. as long as she can remember', but

"How long can you remember?"

"Are you done?" She asked, sounding amused.

"Were you crying?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Why?"

"You look as if you were crying. Why?"

"None of your business." She said as she turned to walk.

I grabbed her arm and dragged her into my room, closing the door behind her.