Led by a Bodyguard to You

So I am really bored, and I have always wanted to write a story, and I have so many ideas in my head, so I am just going to start a fanfiction. I don’t really have a set direction (oh my god please don’t judge me, I didn’t mean to do that) for it, or what is going to happen, I am just going with the flow on this, which is usually not how I write. But let’s see how this goes.

And my main character is not going to meet the boys until a few chapters in. I need to develop the character before I even think about adding in those five lunatics.

Corn.

One thing I do not miss about living in rural Indiana. I wouldn’t even be back here if it weren’t for George and Jon. Apparently I love these two buffoons enough to come back to my own personal hell.

Lets start from the beginning.

My name is Jennifer Marie Duran. But call me Jennifer, and you will suffer. I go by Jenn, Jenni, or Bugga-Boo. I am 17 and currently live in LA, although I will be moving to Europe in a few weeks. I work as a personal assistant to Khloe Kardashian. Yes, the Kardashians. But more on that later.

Growing up, I had a relatively normal life. I lived in the suburbs outside a college town with my parents and two older brothers, George and Jon. George is 11 years older than me and Jon is 10. And before you ask, no I was no accident. I was a solution, only a failed solution. My parents fought, a lot, as I was getting older, but I thought nothing of it until I started having sleepovers with friends and recognizing how screwed up my home life was.

It started getting real bad when I got into high school and my brothers moved out into their own house and apartment. Without anyone to stand up for me or try to hide the fights from me, I got the full brunt of how bad my parent’s relationship was. They hated each other. It was a normal routine for my mother to spend her nights crying at a local motel and leave me alone at home with an angry father. My dad never beat me, maybe slapped me a couple times, but I deserved it. I was the reason everyone was upset anyways.

I was never good enough to keep my parents happy. Never smart enough, pretty enough, athletic enough, popular enough. I always said the wrong things and did the opposite of what I was supposed to do, but I tried. I tried so hard to fix myself to be invisible but known, acknowledged for the good, but disappearing amongst the bad. And I did a pretty damn good job at it too, but never good enough.

When I got my license, I was never home. I always spent the night at my brother’s or my best friend Megan’s house. It went on like that for a year and I got a job as a waitress and started making my own money to provide for myself in the future. I always wanted to go to college and study political science, and with the cash I was making during the night shift, it was becoming a possibility.

But of course, just when I think my life is going to be okay, something comes along and ruins it. And that something, was my dad.

It was the summer after my 17th birthday (April 29th wooo) and I was taking a summer class at my school so I could graduate at semester in December. From 8 am to 12 pm, I sat in an economics class with one of my favorite teachers, it was the highlight of my day. After school, I would drive straight to the restaurant I worked at and work for the next 10 to 11 hours, and then head over to Megan’s house for the night. It was routine, and I loved it. On June 26, my dad walked into the diner and asked to see me. He asked me to please come home for the night and that he was sorry for everything he had done and said and that he just wanted to talk. And I foolishly believed him. I drove up to my childhood home and I could remember all the good times I had in this house and I thought I might get the chance to have the opportunity to make more good memories, a new chapter.

My mother and father were sitting in the kitchen when I walked in, along with 3 police officers and a man that I would soon know as my person social worker, Andy. My neighbors had called child services on my parents about the fact that they hadn’t seen me at the house in over a year. Great observing, couldn’t have called them when I was younger and their screams could be heard around the neighborhood?

From the death glare my father sent me and the look of death my frail mother now held, I acted like nothing was wrong. We were the perfect family. Drinking coffee and tea and talking about school and work like normal families do, we had the officers fooled. But not Andy. From his steely gaze, I knew he could see right through me, all of us, and was just waiting for the smallest detail to jump on. That detail was Megan.

Megan Humphry has been my best friend since 8th grade, when all of our mutual friends started drama and made her an outcast, I chose Megan over my long time friends. That was the beginning of the best thing that has ever happened to me. We are basically sisters now, especially since she keeps trying to hook me up with her older brother Devin so I can truly be part of the family. We love each other to death, and she is the one that introduced me to so many things that make me happy in life. (BTW My real life best friend, Megan, introduced me to One Direction and I will love her for the rest of my life, she is Jesus.)

When Megan texted me about where I was, I didn’t think about my response of “Home” when I sent it. Besides my brothers, Megan was the only one who knew about my parents, her own parents just brought me in, thinking that I just spent the night to be with Megan, which was part of the reason, just not the entire reason. The “Home” text must have put Megan on high alert because 10 minutes later, she came screeching into my driveway and smashing through the front door screaming my name. My dad and I jumped up, I was shocked and my father livid. Megan knew exactly what was happening and began telling the whole story of how my life really was and Andy became furious. With his completely bald head, hulking frame, and intimidating tattoos, Andy was not the person that you wanted to make angry. He slapped down his notebook screaming about how I was to never belong in this household again. My father was angry, but couldn’t do much about it, while my mother was in tears. It was heartbreaking, because I love my mom, she just couldn’t do much to help me with my dad. Within the next week I was emancipated and living with my brother George in his house.

It wasn’t much of a change for me, I never interacted with my parents anyway, and now I just went to school and work from my brother’s house instead of Megan’s. George and Jon were extremely happy to have me back in their lives, our relationships had fallen apart when they moved out, but now I was back to having a semi-normal life with George, Jon, Megan, and Betsy, who is Jon’s girlfriend. Along with my new found friend Andy.

Over the next 6 months of my final semester of school, I bonded with Andy and he became a father to me. I learned he was originally from England and used to be a bodyguard for many different celebrities before he decided to move to the states and work in social care. I spent endless nights on Andy’s couch, eating ice cream and sobbing about the stupid boys that broke my heart while trying to talk Andy out of killing each one. I always made sure he was taking care of himself in the small apartment he rented and that he was never alone too much. He always made sure I was making the right decisions and pushing myself forward.

After I finished high school early, I truly had no idea what I wanted to do in life. My dream of college seemed like a distant memory and I had no drive to study for the next 6 years of my life. Most of my friends were going to be in high school until June, and I was just planning on taking a break for the next 6 months and working to make cash. Lord knows I didn’t plan on moving out to LA. With Andy of all people.