Bodyguard

Late Night Snack

About half an hour later, we arrived in front of some black gates. 

I perked up in curiosity when the gates opened and Tristan drove forward. He kept driving until we reached a clearing with a beautiful mansion. 

The atmosphere around this place was kinda creepy, in my opinion.

The driveway was circular and it went around the front of the house. It was slightly bigger than my house, but smaller than my parents' house. 

Tristan drove around the driveway and stopped right in front of the house. I stepped out of the car and Tristan helped me with my bags. 

We walked up the front steps and Tristan unlocked the door, pushing me inside first.

"Hey, what if there's an intruder? Aren't you supposed to protect me?,"I teased.

"Oh, shut up,"said Tristan, closing and locking the door behind him.

"Again with the shutting up! I don't shut up! And you can't make me!,"I said angrily.

"Listen, it's getting late, okay? I don't have time or energy to bicker with you,"said Tristan, rubbing his temples. 

When Tristan turned on the lights, I took a good look around. In the entrance room, there was a giant chandelier hanging in the middle of the ceiling, similar to mine. The stairs were maybe 10 feet away from the front door and they were circular with a red carpet covering the steps.

"Are you hungry?,"Tristan asked, uncaringly.

"I could use a late night snack,"I said, trying to find the kitchen. 

I found the living room, which was beautiful, by the way. And I found a bathroom that was unnecessarily big. I ended up finding the kitchen with Tristan's help, however.

"What do you want?,"asked Tristan, opening up the fridge.

"Um, I'm not sure, something that'll help me sleep,"I said, thoughtfully.

"Why do you need help sleeping?,"asked Tristan, as he went through his fridge.

"With all the stuff that's happened today, I don't think I can sleep on my own,"I sighed, resting my chin on my hand.

"Cookies and milk? Or is that too many calories for you,"taunted Tristan, holding up a box of family sized Oreos.

"Give me that,"I glared, snatching it from his hand. 

Tristan poured me a tall glass of milk and I ate my Oreos, whilst sipping my milk. I sat on one of the bar stools in the kitchen and ate my late night snack.

"So, is there anything you need to tell me? Like some type of disorder you have or some crazy stalker boyfriend or something like that?,"asked Tristan, leaning against the counter I was eating on and crossing his arms.

"No... at least, nothing that I know of,"I said, thinking hard about all my exes.

"Do you cut?,"Tristan seriously asked.

"What? OH! Do I cut, no. Not that I know of,"I shrugged.

"I need you to be serious with me. No joking around. Answer my questions,"said Tristan, getting annoyed.

"Ok, why would I tell you if I did cut?,"I asked him. 

Tristan thought about it for a moment before answering.

"Because if you want to be safe, you'll tell me everything I need to know,"replied Tristan, satisfied with his answer.

"No, I don't cut, I don't do drugs, I don't drink, and I don't do etc.,"I said simply.

"And you're sure? Because if you're lying to me,"started Tristan, suddenly moving closer to me.

"You're going to be in big trouble,"Tristan said in a low voice.

"What're you gonna do? Tell my parents?,"I scoffed.

"Maybe, or I could punish you in my own way,"Tristan shrugged, looking away. 

I rolled my eyes and drank the rest of my milk, handing the now empty glass to Tristan.

"Go do the dishes,"I said, hopping off the bar stool.

"Oh yea, thanks for reminding me about my rules. Okay, so, rule #1, do your OWN dishes. #2, only go in my room if it's an emergency, otherwise, it's off-limits. #3, NO outside contact, whatsoever, unless it's the police. #4, ONLY call the police if it's an ABSOLUTE emergency. Meaning, if I'm gone or something happened to me and you're alone, you may call the police. Other than that, don't call, they ask too many questions. #5, NEVER go outside without MY permission, EVER. #6, NEVER, EVER leave my side. The ONLY time you can leave my side is when you go to sleep or are in the bathroom. Other than that, you should be with me at ALL times. #7, don't scream over small, stupid things. When you scream, I immediately think you're being attacked. So don't make me get my guard up. And I'll add more as we go on,"said Tristan.

"Cool, well, I'm just gonna put this out there: I don't like following rules,"I said, washing my glass of milk.

Tristan stood in front of me and crossed his arms.

"Well, you're gonna follow them while you're here, understand?,"Tristan asked lowly."I'm not sure. Maybe I do, maybe I don't,"I said, defiantly.

I'm usually never this defiant, but he was really pushing my buttons. 

And I mean, if he wasn't so rude and complicated, I'd follow his rules just fine. 

Tristan suddenly tightly grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him. He clutched my shirt in his hand and pushed me up against a counter.

Holy matrimony, WHAT is he doing?!

"I don't know how you lived life at home, but here is going to be COMPLETELY different. You're in danger, so start FUCKING acting like it!,"Tristan growled. 

I tried to get my wrist out of his tough grip, but it was fruitless.

"Let go of me!,"I cried, struggling against him. 

Tristan shoved me away from him and literally walked right out of the kitchen. 

Well, then. 

He didn't even show me my room. 

Where the fuck am I supposed to go?

I stayed in the kitchen for a little longer before leaving.