The Body Guard

Restroom

JR

Here I am in a pack full of men.  Just two months ago I was out with friends drinking and partying.  Now I am here scared shit out of my wits but I tried not to show it.  

I kept reminding my self.  Father has always told me never show your fear.  I am trying, I am trying.

Who are these people anyway?  I don't understand what is going on?  All I know is my job is to guard Maurice here like he says.  Call him sir when I ask for him or boss.  Doesn't matter which one as long as it makes him feel superior.  But this man who speaks, before us spoke with great authority with a bit of cockiness and coldness.  I don't know who he is but his presence alone gave me chills.

With Maurice I wasn't allowed to cry or feel anything.  Ever since he had came into my life which was a month ago claiming to be someone who he says he is and I wasn't even allowed to argue or defend myself.  Like a dog that I am I followed and obeyed.  Should I disobey I get punish severely.  If only my parents can see my now.  

Never in my life has my dad laid a hand on me or my mom yelled at me.  I was their little princess. I had everything handed to me on a silver platter.  Granted I was a bit spoiled, well perhaps I was spoiled but my parents did the best they could to make me happy considering. And to each other my parents had shown me what love was.

Granted even after a stressful day at work, my dad never mixes work with his personal lives and always made time for us.

Every once in a while while families go to the beach or have picnics, my father would take us hunting or a shooting range.  I'd rather go clubbing but what we did was fun.  Not many children can say that they got to play with guns.

He had taught my mom and I how to use a gun.  By the time I was eight I could load a gun.  Which I didn't mind because I get to go hunting with my dad.  Aside from hunting, I wasn't normal like other kids.  No.  There was a time I wanted to play soccer but instead my father had enrolled me in Jujitsu, Taekwondo , Aikido, Kick boxing, to Judo.  I was a mess and mostly in pain. And my rebellious side had shown up. I had beg my dad that I don't want to do any of those but he insisted.  And when I had refuse he had grounded me from my friends.  It was the first time I said I hated him.  The look on his face had shown hurt but he masked it by saying it was for my own good.

My mom was there to only comfort me.  Father was adamant and he was strict none the less I ended up doing what he says and would come home with bruises. That's where all my possessions came from.  To hide his guilt of what he had enrolled me in, he would gift me with the latest cell phone or a new car. Course he only said the pain would make me stronger.

Pain he says!  I was so angry at him that I had attacked him wanting to flip him over, unfortunately for me he got me in a choke hold that I couldn't even escape myself.

He had said once I can surpass him he would gift me with a Lexus of my very own.  So I tried damn hard.  Until he showed up at our door Maurice Richard and everything went down hill from there. 

In a blink of an eye I lost everything so here I am.

"Bathroom."  I asked hoping this man who sat at the head of this table wouldn't mock me anymore than this room just did a few minutes ago.

I had been holding it in for hours and soon if I don't empty my bladder I would be dancing on the tables right now.

The man who is known as Boss, I have not yet learned his name nodded his head to another man who escorted me outside.

Following him I attempted to enter the ladies rest room.

"Um, you are going into the wrong one."  The man pointed to the sign.