If I Were Yours

Ch.7 I am his bodyguard (Rebel)

I slip in and out of sleep, something I hadn't had for so so so so long, head bobbing up and down as Leonardo's car bounces through the road. There isn't much to say about the ride itself, except the last thing I saw of the world before I fell into an actual slumber, was the car slip through the roads.

29 mins later

I have no clue how much time has passed, but it couldn't have been that much. "Get away from the girl...." My eyes fluttered now and then, but my brain doing nothing to wake me up from my slumber. "No... sir..." I opened my eyes, but they closed again, my ears hearing muffled voices talk back and forth.

"Leave her al.... before y... get hu....." Quiet voices yet much to loud. I moved my body, as it shifted more towards the edge of my seat wanting me to see, itching for me to awake. "...Sir.. put the g.... No!" My body electrified with sparks and my eyes flew open, as my hands unhook the car door, brain still hazzy.

It was all a blur really. A huge blur right after I woke up stumbling here and there, just to hear a gun shot throughout an alleyway.... to feel a pain rush though the arm I had outstretched towards the guy I was to protect. It clashed with my tiredness, striking me with such a hard blow, I needed to keep my calm.

Slowly I came out of that faze, the pain hitting me with a punch in the stomach, as the man who had shot began to sprint down the alleyway in a hurry to leave. My eyes follow his body carefully as I take after him, Leo yelling something after me more scared than I could have imagined, but it didn't make me stop.

The man was quick, but to be completely honest, I was gaining on him so much faster than he could have ever imagined, as my heart pounded in my shelled chest. His slim body and his unmuscled arms and legs wouldn't bring him anywhere that fast or far, even though he was almost out.

I hear the gun load again, but I could care less than anything in the world, because it was my sole duty to stop him now or never, no matter what happened to me or to my body. That was all... Huffing, puffing, hardly any air when I tackle him, his arm cracking under his body as he screamed in pain and in fear, pointing the gun up...

I growl at him one last time, before his finger pulls the trigger, hand shaking uncontrollably with every ounce of fear he has.... Before I'm caught with the bullet catching in my chest, stopping short of my ribcage. The pain was unbearable, and I don't think I've ever cried before, but it flourished though me like a bomb going off.

I hear a person yell behind me, far far away, but I didn't hear anything else when I shut it all off purposely, like I did when I was upset or hurting. I just shut down,my hearing, my feelings, my mind. Everything goes numb, and I can't do anything to stop it.

The last thing I could do before it all went cascading downhill for me, was punch the young man so hard in the face, that his scull cracked under the force of my hand, leaving blood to spill out of him in huge gushes.

15 mins later

"Rebel? Rebel are okay?" Asked a voice warily, trying to bring me back to real life, where nothing would be back to normal. I felt the world around me once again, as it gets sucked through me with force. My eyes fly open once I realize what I'd done, sitting up so fast that my arm and my chest burned.

"Hey! Calm down man!" Leo yelled at me, holding me down with his strong grip, and my weakness holding me back from getting up. I look into his eyes desperately, as if he wasn't there, afraid that I'd failed the boy that stood right in front of me, heart pounding. "I need to go! I need to help you..."

I refrain myself from fighting his hands, and from speaking what I was going to, when I realize that he stood right in front of me, untouched and unharmed. I let out a sigh of relief, followed by a sob, and then I tried to stop all the tears that fell when I realized how much I actually cared... like I never ever did.

Maybe he didn't care for me, but I needed to care for him, and I hope he did to care for me.