My Bodyguard Hates Me

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This is what death is like....I guess. It's not bad, just a little prickly. Like when you lay on freshly mowed grass.

"KARA!"

Must be Jesus calling my name.

Yes. I hear you, Jesus.

Icy cold hands tightly grip my arms. Jesus you got some calloused hands. I'll hook you up on some cocoa butter.

The hands roughly shake me around and I can hear my brain moving around in my skull.

"Open your fucking eyes! You're not dead."

I'm not dead.

I open my eyes and realize that it's not Jesus holding me.

"Phew!" The hands holding me let go. I jerk up and what happened comes rushing back.

"Theo...." My arms snake around his neck and I pull him to me. His hesitantly wrap around my waist. I squeeze as tightly as I can, not paying attention to the sharp pain that shoots through my shoulder.

"You're okay....I got you." He soothingly caresses my back. "You're okay...."

My body melts into his embrace. "I thought I died. Jesus came to me and everything." A chuckle rumbles through his chest. I unwrapped my hands from his neck. "Are you hurt."

He gives me a small smile, "Just a little bruised."

Just a little my ass.

There's a three inch cut dripping blood, across his cheek, that will probably need stitches. A blue purplish bruise takes up half of his forehead and other small scratches scattered over his face.

I grab the corner of my shirt and dab the cut on his cheek. He probably can see my boobs, but I don't care.

He doesn't even flinch when I start dabbing the cut. After a few more dabs the blood stops.

"Thank you." He says. I don't know why but his statement makes me feel a little shy.

I take my eyes off him and look around for the first time. "Erika! Mark!"

'Oh. My. God. What if they are dead? It's all my fault.' My face must give away what I'm thinking because he answers the question dancing around in my head.

"They're okay. I swear. Just a little banged up like us." He cups my chin in his hand. "Look at me...." I force myself to look in his eyes. "It had nothing to do with you, it was just a drunk driver. This was not your fault."

"Okay....." He lets me go and I pull myself up off the ground, but a burning pain shoots up my leg. He grabs me up in his arms before I could fall to the ground.

"I got you, let's go check on Erika and Mark." His face shows no sign of strain while carrying me.

I don't know how we are alive. It's a miracle with the way the car is looking. A ball of metal scrap.

"Where's the driver?" I ask him curiously. My breath ghosting over his neck.

"He did a hit and run I'm guessing. We didn't find a body anywhere." I nod into the crook of his neck. "He must have did a hit and run."

"Asshole." His chest rumbles against me. A chuckle vibrating his chest.

"ERIKA!" I hop out of his arms and dart towards her.

Her eyes go comically wide before I jump on her.

"K!" She says hugging me tight.

I push her away before patting her down for injuries.

"I'm fine! Are you ok?" She says doing the same to me. We hug again tightly, hearing Mark's complaining behind us.

"Does no one care I'm alive. Am I not important too." He says with a pout on his lips.

"Nope." Erika and I say at the same time. His pout becomes even more pronounced.

Through silent conversation we decide on how to make his pout disappear.

He starts to back away from us when he notices the evil smirks on our faces.

"Why y'all looking at me like that?"

We give each other a high five before we pounce on him.

We roll around on the ground a little while before we wrestle him into submission and we each give him a kiss on the cheek.

"We love you Marky!" I say getting up off him.

"Did y'all really have to jump me though. I'm already sore." He says dusting hisself off with blazing cheeks.

"Alright. Now that y'all are done horsing around. We need to try and flag down a car."
Theo the M.V.P.P. says walking back to the road.

He pauses and turns back to us, "Mark, come on. You're helping me." Mark complains but limps after him.

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After two grueling hours of watching the boys try and flag down cars. Erika and I decide to try it ourselves.

And that's how in ten minutes we are all stuffed in a old, rotten, Kardashian booty smelling truck.

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Here's another horrible chapter guys!

I just wanted to say I love y'all so much! It makes me so happy to see all the votes and comments, which have me dying.

M.V.P.P- Most Valuable Party Pooper