He's One Hell of a Bodyguard

CHAPTER 8

No, no! Get me away from him! Someone, please help me!

I saw a tall, dark figure closing the distance between us.

I have to run. Now.

I felt someone shaking me...? Wait, what?

I slowly opened my eyes. Looking right into my brown eyes is Kevin.

"Kevin..," I whispered.

"It's okay. I'm here. That was just a dream, Amy," he replied.

We were still in his car, but he's already at my house.

Ah, I remembered the whole incident. I almost died.

"Come on. Let's get you outta here," he smiles.

We stepped out of his car, and started towards my house.

My parents opened the door before we could even ring the bell.

My mom planted a hug on me before I could even say anything.

"Oh my god, Amy! You don't know how worried I was! We were going to b rush over there as soon as the police told us, but he said that you were on your way home already!" tears were streaming down my mom's cheeks.

"Amy! Don't you dare go out that late anymore! You made me so worried!" my dad whispered to my ear as he bent down to hug me.

I hugged them back.

"I'm sorry, guys. I didn't know that something like that would have happened," I felt more tears falling down.

Ugh, why can't I stop crying.

"Luckily, Kevin was there or you would have been dead meat," Mom said.

"Come on in, Kevin. Make sure to tell Lucy I said thanks for contacting me," my mom said, facing Kevin.

"Yes, Mrs. Rowell," he replied.

"Oh, please. Call me Andrea!" she said.

As I walk into our living room, I asked, "Wait, you know  Kevin's family?"

I am so confused.

"Yes, I've been friends with his mom since they've moved here. She's an amazing person and friend," my mom told me.

Wow. How come I didn't know about this? Whatever. My mom has too many friends. I hardly know any of their names.

Mom led Kevin into the living room, and asked, "Would you like something to drink, Kevin?"

"Water is fine, Andrea," he smiled.

"Okay, I'll be right back," she said.

My dad walked into the living room and sat on the couch across from us.

"You have a really nice house," Kevin said.

"Thanks," I replied softly.

Our house is big. Really big. I mean, we are rich. All the kids that go to Watermill has a nice house. It just varies.

Our house is two story. Our first floor is made of granite. We have glass windows, and chandeliers hanging from the top. We also have a piano in the center of our living room. And most of our furniture is also in the center, surrounding the grand piano.

Our second floor is also made of granite, but it's just a bit smaller. That's where most of the bedrooms are. There's a karaoke room upstairs, along with a library. I have all my books in one specific room and called it a library.