This is the first chapter of my new book called Pretend, so if you like it please find it on my profile and vote, comment and add it your library. Enjoy!!
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Charlie's POV-
"Hello?" I answered the mysterious caller, I had never come across this phone number before and I began to feel worried as I awaited the reply.
"Charlie Henderson , I have some bad news" My heart instantly dropped to the floor and nervousness trembled through my numb body . "I'm afraid your father has been involved in a car accident, he is currently here at the hospital but is in a bad way and wants to see you. Ward 10 East Wing."
With that, the call ended.
I didn't know how to feel, relieved that he was alive, maybe, or worried about his pain. A mix of both I think. The awful news caused my body to shake with fear and a sick feeling filled up inside of me. I was in no state to drive but I just had to get to the hospital, quickly.
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I swung open the door to ward 10 to reveal my dad lying limp in his ratty hospital bed, tubes and wires attached to him and he was covered in cuts and bruises. His usually flushed, rosy cheeks were replaced with a pale complexion and his eyes lacked their vibrant sparkle. He looked terrible.
His eyes spotted mine as the door clicked closed and he tried to hoist himself upwards to greet me. Although my father was an extremely strong man, this simple task proved to much for him as his frame fell backwards and onto the bed. My mind was blown away by how weak he had become since the crash, whatever happened must have been bad and that's for sure.
"Hi" I gently whispering before giving my dad a soft hug. "How are you feeling?"
"Better, better now you're here.' His voice was weak and unconvincing.
"Really, dad?" I asked, wanting to know how he was really feeling. He couldn't fool me. In the 17 years of my existence I could always tell when he was lying. And now was one of those times.
"Well actually, not really. The doctor said I have serious spinal and neck injuries that will take a long period of time to heal. So I can't work for at least 12 months.'
Oh. This really was worst than I had anticipated. My dad brought in all of the money for the household so without it we would have nothing; no mortgage, house, food and water, beds or wifi. We wouldn't survive (especially without wifi). My dad took pride in his job and I could tell, just by the look on his face alone, that he felt like he was letting the world down. He wasn't.
"Go on" I finally spoke out, sensing he had more to say.
"Without my job, the family would be broke and I just can't let that happen. So I need you, Charlie, to do it for me. It's all been confirmed, you will be given specialist training and strengthening for 3 weeks and then the hard work will begin. You have to do this for us, it's the only way."
At that moment my heart stopped beating, momentarily anyway. I couldn't believe he asked me this, he knew of my hatred for those he worked with. I was completely and utterly shocked. Flabbergasted. Terrified. My father was the security guard for a world famous band and my relationship with the members was at rock bottom. And now I was expected to protect these monsters.
I had to say no to my fathers outrageous request, but he was right. This was the last and only option and the pleading look on his face said it all. I just couldn't do it. I couldn't say no.
I guess I was to be 5 Seconds Of Summers new bodyguard, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Great, just great.
