Bodyguard

Silent Treatment

*BAM 

*BAM 

*BAM

It was as if someone was repeatedly hitting something. 

I slowly opened my eyes and took in my surroundings. I was in a room full of mirrors and training equipment. There were treadmills, punching bags, and other stuff I don't know the names of because I don't work out. 

*BAM

My head snapped towards the sound. 

I saw a giant punching bag getting its ass handed to it by Tristan. Tristan was wearing shorts. Just shorts, with nothing else on, but shorts. He was kinda sweaty, but not to the point where it was gross. 

Sweat is hella weird, man.

He kept beating the punching bag over and over again. His hands were wrapped in some white cloth and he looked REALLY angry. 

I sat up and realized I was laying on some blue mat on the floor. Tristan caught my gaze in the mirror in front of him and turned around. 

At first, I didn't really know what to do. He seemed pissed the fuck off for whatever reason, so I didn't say anything.

"What did I tell you at the hospital?,"Tristan asked.

His voice did not match his mood. He seemed so calm when talking, but looked so angry.

"Um... What do you mean?,"I asked, honestly confused.

"When you asked me if we could leave. What did I tell you?,"Tristan suddenly closed his eyes. 

OHHH, so THAT'S what this is about.

"Uh, you said I couldn't leave yet,"I replied, getting nervous. Ugh, why are my palms getting sweaty!

"Thats right. So... let me ask you. WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU FOLLOW DIRECTIONS?!,"boomed Tristan.

This kinda reminds me of one of my old high school teachers, Ms. Hathaway.

I should probably focus on what's going on now, though...

"Uh... I... I didn't think it would be such a big deal. Since I was tired and whatnot,"I said, quietly.

"NOT A BIG DEAL?! DO YOU KNOW WHAT COULD'VE FUCKING HAPPENED TO YOU?! YOU COULD'VE BEEN KIDNAPPED AND KILLED! I TOLD YOU WHAT I TOLD YOU FOR A REASON!,"Tristan yelled, walking over to me.

He bent down to my level on the mat and glared darkly at me.

Okay, first of all...

"How am I supposed to know that?! I don't even know what the fudge is going on! This makes NO FREAKING SENSE! Why would somebody KIDNAP ME?!,"I asked loudly.

How the Hugh Hefner does this guy expect me to cooperate when he won't tell me anything!?

"BECAUSE YOU'RE VALUABLE! A LOT OF BAD PEOPLE ARE OUT TO GET YOU AND YOU'RE NOT MAKING YOUR SITUATION ANY BETTER BY NOT FOLLOWING MY INSTRUCTIONS!,"Tristan roared.

"Why are these 'bad people' out to get me?,"I frowned worriedly.

"Don't worry about all that. As long as you stick with me, you will be safe,"Tristan said lowly. 

I slowly nodded my head, still angry that he wouldn't tell me anything. I mean, this is my safety on the line. I think I have the right to know what's going on. 

Tristan suddenly grabbed my arm in a painful grip.

"And don't you ever in your fucking life again, run away from me. Or you will be fucking sorry,"He warned through gritted teeth.