Chasing for Answers

Chasing for Answers (Chap. 7)

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7. Safety

In the morning, I woke to see only the guard that had left to take his shift in the trailer. He was just taking off his belt with the gun, stick thing, and all that protective good stuff.

He noticed I was awake. "Good morning, sleepyhead," he said.

I sat up. "Hello," I grumbled.

"Do you want to get ready?" he asked.

I noticed, once my eyes had focused, how young and handsome the guard was. He looked to be in his early twenties, with wavy light brown hair, and way too decent muscles.

"Well...?" he prodded.

I snapped out of my fascination, remembering Tyson.

"Uh," I said. "Yeah. Getting ready would be good."

He led me to the hair and makeup trailer first, obviously. Luann fixed me up, and then Hattie gave me my wardrobe. I managed to be one of the first people finished as usual, now with nothing to do. And because there was a huge crowd of people, my guard put some space between us.

I stood awkwardly next to the camera, not sure what to do with myself for the time being. I finally perked up when Tyson arrived.

I saw him searching around, and then his eyes landed on me.

"Melody!" he exclaimed, rushing over to me and holding me at arms length, checking me over. "I heard what happened last night. Are you okay?"

I nodded, surprised that he had heard about it so quickly, but not having the guts to say what I was really thinking: I'm much better now that you're with me!

"Oh." He quickly hugged me, then pulled me away and looked me in the eyes. "You're staying in my hotel room tonight. Do you hear me? No arguments."

I nodded again, not even thinking about arguing with him.

Keely had to walk over though, and spoil the mood. "She can stay with me," she chipped in perkily. "I wouldn't mind."

I knew it was a trick, and Tyson sensed it too. "Thanks, Keely, but no. I'd feel a lot better if I knew she was safe firsthand."

"Fine," she said, becoming her snotty old self again, turning on her heel and walking away.

Tyson pretended she had never walked over and glanced back at me.

"Oh, look at you," he said nervously, shrugging off his jacket and wrapping it around my shoulders, even though it wasn't cold at all outside. "You're so scared you can't even talk."

"I-I'm fine," I managed to spit out.

He smiled at me sympathetically. "I can't believe this. Who would try to pull a stunt like this?"

I was about to speak, but he put his hand up, shaking his head angrily.

"Don't answer that," he growled. "I know who."

"You do?" I asked, but he had already stormed away, heading towards the trailers. "Tyson?" I called.

He didn't answer, but I saw him continue to shake his head.