Girl In Disguise

Chapter 1: Drama Queen

Once again, I can't believe I'm pulled into one of Aries' little stunts of sneaking out of the mansion. I mean if you were her personal bodyguard and needed the pay wouldn't you make sure to follow her and bring her back? Hell yeah. I hate Abe's snobby spoiled daughter and all but I need my paycheck and Abe's like a dad I never had. I want him to see that I'm a reliable person since he's been so kind to me for years and to keep his only daughter safe.

Yet Aries makes it so damn hard with her constant midnight clubbing and trying to leave her father's sight for stupid horny males. God, she's turns out to be a bitch and slut behind Abe's back when he's did so much for her, spoiling her rotten too. Sometimes I just want to straggle the girl or slap her senseless.

And what's worse is when she's trying to flirt with me, thinking I'm a guy. Honestly, I'm a seventeen year old girl, but to others I look like a guy with tousled casual black mid-length hair that curls down the nape of my neck, dark chestnut eyes outlined by short dark lashes, broad shoulders, slightly wide yet firm jawline, high cheekbones, dark eyebrows, and a lean yet built body from working out after combat training.

Well it makes sense since I'm purposely dressing up as a guy.

I guess you could say I act more like a guy than a girl. Well except I do shave and I have those horrible times of the month. If I was born a guy I really wouldn't mind, but unfortunately, I'm a girl, which really sucks.

Honestly, I've never told Abe that I'm a girl. I don't want to ever let him find out. Girls can be kind of weak if you compare them to a guy. I actually think he'd be pissed and fire me on the spot. So basically I wrap my chest so that no one can see that I'm not flat chested anymore. I mean it can be a bit annoying hiding damn D-cup sized tits. Hell, I'd rather be flat chested again like four years ago yet God decides to have the last laugh and make life harder on me.

I slip on a bulletproof vest as always just in case beneath a black dress shirt with buttoned up cuffs at the sleeves. Then I pull on a pair of  black slacks quickly as I dress.

Hooking a pair of shoulder holsters over my body, I  slip both of my Ruger 45 caliber pistols in theirs holsters to hang snugly against my hips. I always bring a gun or two no matter where I go. I  kind of feel safe that way. That and it's quite an everyday habit.

I pick up and tug on my black single breasted trench coat with long lapels and silver trimmings, swiftly. 

I like to look like a professional bodyguard, but also causal to keep Abe's reputation well known as a sophisticated respectable man and not someone who had brought a street rat like myself into his world to make him look bad. I owe the man my respect and loyalty since he made my life so much easier as a kid back then.

Once I'm ready to go, I climb out the window, quietly, and leap toward the twisted mahogany tree nearby, landing feet first on one of its sturdy branches and swiftly climbing down its thick trunk without as much as a thought to blend with the shadows.

Ever since I was small the trees were like my safe haven. The trees are like the only place I can go to for comfort. So I guess I'm kind of use to climbing trees.