He's My Bodyguard

1 Anniversary Party 1

I held my head up with my hand, sighing as people around the table chatted. Dragging my finger around the rim of my cup, I managed to stay quiet like I usually did. I wasn't social like my mother or step-dad. The whole family knew that by now.

To be honest, I wish Dallas and Nate were here but my mother said this was only for family. I've know them for all my life, shouldn't that count as family?

Guess not.

I wrapped my index finger around the handle, carefully pulling the cup up to my lips as the steam seemed to clear my head. I stuck up my pinky, like a lady, and took a brief sip of my honey lemon tea before setting it back down. I kept it in my mouth for a moment then swallowed it as it warmed up both my mouth and my throat.

Truth is, I wanted to chug it all down right there. I hate this fake little act I always have to do when we have the family over. I'd rather be up in my room instead of being here. I don't understand why Repunzel wanted to leave so badly... Being locked up doesn't seem so bad right about now.

"And this is my daughter, Sena." I quickly snapped my head towards my mother. She had long straight dirty blonde hair that went down to her butt but at the moment, it was wrapped up on a tight braided bun. Her chocolaty brown eyes narrowed as she gave me that 'don't just sit there' look. Next to her was a fat couple I didn't even know. Or at least... I thought I didn't know.

"Ah, yes! Sena. Oh my how you have grown since we last met!" The man leaned down and pulled me into a hug. He chuckled as it soon broke into a cough. He was obviously a smoker. I didn't need the cough to realize. His smell was absolutely awful. He must have lit one before the party then tried to covered it up with cheap cologne.

I still didn't remember him but I decided to go along with it. I gave an obvious, unenthusiastically fake smile and laughed hugging him back, "Ah! Well, it has been a few years..."

He just pulled away and gave me a slightly confused look, "It's only been a month..." His wife blinked, joining in her husbands confusions.

Shit.

My mother put on one of her fake smiles as the corners of her eyes wrinkled up with her severe case of crows feet. Yeah, she was mad.

She puts each one of her arms on their waists, "Ah. Go and continue to mingle!" She began to push them gently, shooing them off into another direction. She then glared at me, "Really? A few years? Did you even remember who they were, Sena?"

I averted my eyes away from hers to look at my cup, "Nope. Not a clue." I brought up the cup to my lips once more and took a good long drink, not quite chugging it.

She reached over and grabbed my hand pulling it away from my mouth, "Sips. Sena. Don't push it with me." She then sighed and removed her hand, returning it to where it once was which was in front of her, clasped with the other. Like a lady. "That's your fathers brother and his wife."

"Step-father." I corrected and huffed. "And like I'd care." I stood up as the back of my legs made the chair scoot back. "I need to use the ladies room." I then walked off not bothering to look my mother in the eye.

The night my mom told me she was marrying Paul. I was furious. I was also 12 but I can't believe she could just replace my dead dad so easily. It just wasn't right. I told her I'd never forgive her and it's been six years and I've kept it.

I was always someone to keep my promises.

Once I was in the bathroom I growled and kicked the metal trashcan over. If you couldn't tell, I'm kind of a hot head. I then turned to the mirror, pausing as I looked at myself. I don't look anything like my dad. I only look like my mother.

My little sister looks a lot like our dad. She has his blonde coloured hair, his hazel eyes, and his smile... My dad had one of the most contagious smiles and she got that from him. His smile was bright and sweet and he always showed off his canine teeth. Speaking of my sister, she's at home with the babysitter. She's only 5 and she begged my mom to stay home. She hates parties as much as I do. She's pretty smart for her age.

When my father died, my mom was still pregnant with her. I was scared because my mom refused to eat or even come outside her room after that. I would always kick down her door and force her to eat. If you're wondering, I got my rambunctiousness from my dad which was pretty much the only thing I got from him.

I began running a hand through my blonde streaked brunette locks letting out a long and heavy sigh. My lashes raised to look back in the mirror. I focused on my icy blue eyes. Neither my mom or dad had blue eyes. I just kind of... got them. I then looked down at my skin. It was soft and a fair shade of peach. Youthful, like my mothers.

Just then, I heard commotion from outside the bathroom. I didn't think too much of it until I heard scream. My head snapped towards the door as I raised an eyebrow.

I slowly approached the heavy bathroom door as it took me some muscle to crack it open. I managed to peek out at everyone. They were all on the ground as my eyes slowly widened. They then trailed over to a few men holding guns as I could feel the blood rush to my head. I became dizzy as I started to lean against the door causing it to quietly close as I slid down. As soon as I heard gunshots, I felt a hot tear trail down my cheek as I fell over, blacking out.

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