18+ Action/Romance
Nineteen year old Skylar Andrews family is full of secrets. Secrets they have no desire for her to know. But when she is attacked at gunpoint and her family is forced into hiding she has no choice but to put her life in the hands...
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A twenty-four-seven bodyguard. That's all I can think about. Someone will be here, watching my every move.
A shiver runs down my spine just thinking about Dad's words, "You will not eat, sleep, or step foot outside without an armed guard with you."
It also doesn't help that that is all I have time to do anymore-think.
Two freaking weeks! That's how long I've been locked up in this miserable place, unable to go anywhere for any reason. So much for being an adult and being able to make my own choices. Sometimes I wish I had been born into a normal, mundane family rather than being born an Andrews. From the outside, we seem to be people who lead an idealistic life-if only that were true.
I've tried communicating with River. I tried all I could think of to get information from him-including begging-but he refused to budge. The only thing he told me was that I was better off not knowing. So he has been of no use, except to make me even more resolute in my purpose.
It's been two weeks since I stared down the barrel of a gun, which means two weeks since I've been barred from leaving the house, and the only thing that makes it bearable is that we all live in varying portions of the property, at least giving me the privacy to bitch and moan in peace without them constantly assuring me that it's all for my own good.
Mom and Dad, of course, live in the main home; River lives in the apartment above the garage; and I am now residing in the guest house, which is just far enough away from them to keep me from killing myself but not far enough to prevent me from thinking about it.
I was going to move out, like, on my own soon, but it appears that those preparations have come to a screeching halt, not that I expected it to truly ever happen in the first place. Every time I make a plan, something seems to go wrong that prevents it from coming to fruition.
Even my attempts to prepare myself to be under night and day surveillance aren't working out how I thought they would.
Dad has made call after call, but no one is willing to take on the job. It isn't like people are lining up to offer their protection-not for an Andrews-for any amount of money. Especially when it means willingly handing over every second of their time to do so. It might be a bit easier to find someone if he were more willing to let more than one person take on the job, but he says finding one person that he trusts with his daughter's life is hard enough, and the idea of having two or more isn't even on the table.
In my mind, I reasoned that maybe, just maybe, that meant that there was a remote chance that he would simply abandon the whole affair. But, to be honest, it has only served to strengthen his resolve.
Therefore, I am already coming up with a list in my head of things that I will demand if and when he is able to find someone-a list of things that they have to follow.
If I have to put up with someone perpetually following me around, I am determined that it will at the very least be on my own terms.
I pick myself up from my bed and make my way into the main house, deciding that I've stared at my own walls long enough and that it's time for a change of scenery and maybe some breakfast. But as I start into the kitchen, I hear my parents talking, so I wait, hoping that maybe they will say something that can help me in my endeavors. From here I can see them, but they can't see me.
