The Bodyguard (5sos)

Chapter 22

Maeve POV

The safety on my gun is clicked off as I whip out of my seat. I carefully and slowly open the door to make sure I won't get hit by a stray bullet. This hall seems clear; I advance a step in the direction of the scream. Suddenly, I hear another ear piercing shriek. This makes me run in a full out sprint.

"Maeve! MAEVE! Maeve help!"

I know that's one of they boys calling for me. It breaks my heart that they are in trouble, but that only pushed me to run faster. My feet slip against a trail of bright red blood on the floor. It's fresh, and I don't want to think about who's it might be. A chill runs down my spine as I hear the cries of little children in the waiting room.

I turn the corner and and a bullet zips past my face. Who ever is here is wanting to kill. I drop to the ground and hide behind a table of magazines. There is a girl- around five years old maybe- crying ten feet in front of me. She turns her head to me and I motion for her to be quiet. My eyes sweep the room; there is no one here with a gun but me. I act quickly, swiping the girl into my arms and running back to hide.

"Thank you." She whispers in my ear.

"What's your name sweetheart?" I ask softly.

"Reina, it means queen." She responds.

"You are a queen Reina. We'll find your mom okay? But for now, we need to be very quiet okay? Stay here while I go find your mommy okay?"

Reina nods and puts a finger to her lips, proving that she will be silent. I wave at her as I leave the hiding spot, and she mouths, "be safe". This girl is so sweet. I cannot let her or anyone else die.

"Ah FUCK!" That sounded like Calum.

I rush in the direction of his voice. "Let go of me you piece of shit!" His screams become quieter until they stop. My heart instantly skips a beat. There's no choice but to stop, I don't know where he is. My glance floats to the floor. A few drops of blood lay right in front of my feet. About two feet away, there's another couple of drops of blood.

I follow the blood trail to a janitor's closet. Blood is smeared against the door and I can hear hushed whispers coming from inside. My instincts kick in, so I kick down the door with one swift motion. A shot fires in my direction, but luckily I moved out of the way in time.

"Hey, I'm just trying to have a civilized conversation here." I yell.

"Then get your fucking ass in here." A voice responds.

I groan internally. Who ever the fuck this is, is really succeeding in pissing me off. My life is now so difficult. I actually have to do my job.

"Maeve! He has a gun! Don't co-"

"Shut up you fucking bitch!"

My head peaks around the corner and my heart wrenches at the sight. Calum covered in blood -probably his own- is shaking as the man stands above him pointing a gun at his head. If I don't make the right moves, Calum will die.

"Hurry up bitch! My hand is getting tired and my finger might just slip-"

Bang!

My eyes squeeze shut in fear. I hear Calum whimper and I release a breath; this guy didn't kill him. Yet. Sweat rushes down the side of my heat and it mixes with blood creating a watery red substance. There's no time to come up with an elaborate plan.

Slowly, I enter the room, announcing my presence. I keep my gun pointed in front of me, but to my surprise no shots have been fired. I see the man, standing tall with a devilish grin on his face. Blood seeps from a wound in his shoulder, staining his white t-shirt. His yellow teeth are crooked and his hair is in a buzz cut. The gun he holds isn't powerful, but it's lethal.

"Drop your weapon." I demand.

The guy snorts. "Oh Princess. If only it were that easy to get what you wanted."

A simple but elegant fleur-de-lis is tattooed on his left wrist. A gang symbol?

"Maeve please go! Let him hurt me!" Calum cries.

The man's smirk grows. "Even the kid wants you gone. I could shoot him or you, Princess. It's up to you."

I step closer and he aims the gun right at my forehead.

I smile. "Shoot Calum."

He is definitely shocked by my response. The man takes a moment of hesitation. That's when I strike.

I hit the hand gun out of his hands and elbow him across the face. The crunch tells me that I have broken his nose. One of his hands rushes to his face; I take the opportunity to kick him several times in the side. He retaliates with a punch to the side of my face. It stuns me enough for him to hit me in the stomach.

I can see bottles of cleaning supplies out of my peripheral vision. There's no time to think, only act. I swipe his feet out from under him and he crashes to the floor. My hands grab the first bottle I see, which doesn't look very friendly. I spray the substance all over his face. In the eyes and mouth too. He has no choice but to stop fighting.

"Nice try, Princess." I taunt.

I find some rope and tie his wrists and feet together. He will not escape this room.

My attention returns to Calum who is crying silently in the corner. His hands are shaking and he is curled up in a ball.

"C'mon Cal. Let's go find the others." I say calmly.

"What about him?" Calum's shakes voice asks.

"Leave that to the police. My job is to protect you and your band mates."

And that is what I do.

Signing off,
Maeve

Sorry for not updating. School is a pain in the ass, and I'm doing a sport so I have no free time. Feel free to bother me by commenting because I'll see your comments and will try and update sooner. Leave your feedback, good or bad. Thanks guys!
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