Guarded

Chapter 9

The sunlight streaming through the curtains warmed my skin and woke me out of my sleep. It was weird to wake up naturally. It was nice but I could've sworn I set an alarm on my phone. I stretched over to my side table feeling for my phone but it wasn't there. I knew exactly who the culprit was. Juliá never left anything where she found it when is she cleaned up in here. She almost always accidentally took something of mine away on her cleaning trolley but it was usually a shirt or some hair bands.

I launched myself out of the bed and onto the floor with a groan then forced myself up and looked around the main house for Juliá. The fresh air from all the open windows made me shiver a bit. I regretting leaving my bed in my pyjama short in fact I was regretting leaving my bed overall. Juliá was nowhere to be found and neither were my parents. The whole house was a ghost town.

I went to the Maison hoping my parents weren't hiding somewhere waiting for me to make one more wrong move so they could double my punishment whatever it was.

Fonso wasn't in his usual spot, the kitchen, so I took myself up to the second floor and went to the furthest hallway. I knew one of the rooms in this hallway belonged to Juliá but I wasn't sure which. Last time I checked all the other rooms were vacant so I didn't feel any particular way about checking them all.

When I got to the fourth door and heard the shower running I let out a relieved sigh. I was starting to think I might never found my phone again. The room was a mess. Juliá usually prided herself on her cleanliness but the unmade bed and clothes on the floor would have you believe otherwise. Where the hell was the phone?

I was looking through a sock draw when I realised how silent the room was. The shower had been turned off but I hadn't heard Juliá. I turned thinking worst case scenario I see a bit more of her then I needed to but instead was met with something much worse. My half naked bodyguard. Glistening droplets of water were rolling down his back and dripping off his hair, my eyes followed them drawing them places they didn't need to be. He was wearing nothing but grey sweat pants that were riding dangerously low. Oh. Boy. I didn't dare look him in the eyes though I could feel them on me, questioning. It made me shudder.

"Oh my god. I'm sorry I thought Juliá... I don't know what I thought really. Um well yeah I'm going now" I quickly tried to get out of the room but secretly took a peak as I walked past him when something caught my eye. There was a peculiar scar on his shoulder. It was slightly pinker than the rest of him but it looked heeled. Before I knew it my fingers were inches away from the marked skin. He looked bewildered for a moment before he followed my eye line "can I..."

He didn't nod but he didn't throw me out of the room either so I took it as consent and let my fingers touch the pink skin. It reminded me of the scar my dad had after he was attacked by an old associate that he drove into bankruptcy. The man shot dad right by his hip. This was different though. This scar was much more noticeable than my fathers and practically protruded out of Barbosa's skin. Though it was heeled it looked so aggressive. Who shot him? "Why?" I looked up at him but couldn't find an answer in those stormy eyes.