Bad Boys Who Become Bodyguards ✔

Chapter 25. Back The Hell Off.

After AJ talked to me in the hall today, I couldn't help but think about all of the good times we had before the breakup. It was hell even trying to talk to him face-to-face. Unfortunately, Trystan asked me to go out tonight to dinner with some of his friends. Of course, I said yes because I'm a total idiot. I've been sitting in my room waiting for a call from Maisie but, there hasn't been any response from her whatsoever.

I can't believe I called her out on her mom, I've never done anything like that to any of my friends. Past or present. I remember meeting Maisie when I was six, I was at the school playground and I didn't have many friends. Even if I did have friends, they weren't nice to me. They would throw things at me, kick me, call me names, etcetera. I turn to my phone ringing and see that I missed a call from Trystan. I pick up my phone and call him back, leaving a voicemail as he doesn't answer.

Asshole. First, you call then you can't answer my call. I shake my head, taking the phone away from my ear and pressing the end call button. I throw my phone on my bed before walking over to my mirror to put some makeup on. I haven't worn makeup in a very long time so he's lucky he got me to go out tonight. I sit at my mirror, throwing on some foundation and highlighter along with eyeshadow and bright pink lipstick.

I hear my phone ring again and I immediately jump up, rushing to answer the call. Once I pick up the phone I hear Trystan on the other line laughing. "Hello?" I say, walking back to my mirror and sitting down. "Ha. Sorry, Kara, we're on our way. Bout' five minutes away just so you know." He says, laughing once again on the other line. I roll my eyes at his nonsense and hang up the phone, standing from my spot on the chair. I grab my purse and walk downstairs, phone in hand. Once I get to the door, I hear someone honking outside and I grab my keys from the counter.

I rush outside where Trystan has his car parked in the driveway. He has a few friends in the backseat and one in the front. "Sweet baby Jesus this is gonna be hell," I mumble to myself. I walk to his car and the front passenger seat door opens to reveal a tall guy covered in tattoos. He motions for me to get inside the front seat and I do so, sitting down in the quiet car. The car is dead silent as I buckle my seatbelt.

I look around the car, hands folded in my lap. There are four guys in the back seats and Trystan is driving. He pulls out of my driveway and drives quietly down the road. "Can I turn on the radio?" I ask Trystan, my hand going near the volume button. "Anything you want Kara." He says, not looking at me. I turn up the volume and go to a channel with some good music. I look out the window and move my head to the small beat on the radio. I watch as Trystan pulls into an empty parking garage and parks his car into a spot. He unbuckles and gets out of the car, walking over to my door and opening it for me.

He holds out his hand for me to take and I do so, getting out of the car. I start walking through, my sneakers clicking on the ground and echoing through the garage. I twirl around and feel an arm wrap around my waist and to the side. Trystan spins me around and he starts dancing with me to a calm and relaxing song that's playing from his car. Trystan moves his hand from my side a little lower and I shove him away from me, giving him a look that says 'what the hell?" He chuckles and steps forwards towards me, "Kara don't be this way." I can now smell the stench of alcohol on his breath. He's drunk as fuck.

I step back as he tries to reach out and grab my arm. He laughs before his expression goes more serious than before and he steps forwards once again but this time he stumbles forward. "Kara, do you know how badly I've wanted you back? I've been watching you for a few weeks now and you haven't noticed." He says. "You've been what?" I ask in disgust. "Yeah, I follow you home from school, I watch you from the windows." He grins. Fucking sicko. "You're sick." I snap at him and his face goes serious once again. "Get over it." He says, stepping forwards again. "You know that you want me too." Trystan laughs.

I scoff, "you wish." He stands up straight before cracking his neck and knuckles. "Don't be this way, Kara." His friends eventually get out of the car and start walking forwards towards Trystan. One puts their arm around Trystan's shoulder and grins at the situation. I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist behind me and I scream before they cover my mouth with their hand that reeks of beer. I breathe heavily as Trystan walks closer and his face is basically a few inches away from mine. I feel the hand covering my mouth pull away and Trystan brushes his hand across my cheek softly. I turn my head to the side in disgust as he chuckles.

"You were a sweet girl Kara. Very very sweet." He grins. His friends laugh and I close my eyes, hoping for someone to come to my rescue. Trystan turns my head towards him and he looks at me dead in the eyes, "Kara Kara Kara, sweet Kara." Trystan lets go of my face and he puts his face closer to mine. "You shouldn't underestimate me, I'm stronger than you are dearest." He says, his breath brushing my face lightly. I spit on his face and he grunts in disgust before wiping it off and stepping back. He turns and I feel his fist collide with the side of my face. I feel my knees go numb but I keep standing. Trystan walks forwards and presses his hand on my now bruised cheek. I wince at the pain he has put me through and I bite his finger, drawing some blood. He screams in pain and I laugh.

Trystan steps forwards once again and grips his hand onto my side before pulling out a small knife. He flicks it open and lifts my shirt to see skin and he draws a line down my side with the knife. I scream before a hand covers my mouth again. I feel the blood run down my side as tears slip from my eyes. "Why are you doing this?" I ask through the tears and pain. "Because Kara, you don't remember our past dearest sweetheart?" He asks, cleaning off the knife. "Seven years ago we met, you were an average child with a large group of friends and I was alone." He exclaims. "We became friends until one night you came over to my house and I went to the bathroom for two minutes and I come back out to a scream."

"My father was on the ground dead. And you were holding the knife." He says, holding the knife in his hand. Trystan cracks his knuckle before taking another swing at me, hitting my ribcage directly. "It was se-self defense." I sputter out as I cough up blood. "He tried to hurt me you asshole," I explain. His father did try to get in my pants that night but I stabbed him with the nearest knife I could get my hands on. That's when I knew I killed his father, I ran away from home and never came back until Freshman year. That's how I made it to California, I stole my parents plane tickets from their dresser and packed never looking back. I cough up blood once again before I hear a loud gunshot. I tilt my head up and see Maisie holding a gun in the air with cops behind her.

Thank god. "Back the hell off Trystan!" Maisie screams, pointing her gun at his chest. I look behind Maisie and see her dad who did I mention is the chief of the police? Trystan walks behind me and puts his knife at my throat. "You come any closer I will kill her!" Trystan yells. Damn you, god. "Put the knife down now!" Maisie's dad yells. Trystan holds up the knife before stabbing me in the shoulder with it. I feel his arms loosen as he falls to the ground. I fall to the floor and try to find air to breathe but it's not working. The world goes black and the warmth I had felt goes cold.

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I'm not saying anything further. You must guess if she dies or if she stays alive. It's up to you to find out! I hope you enjoyed this chapter if you did please remember to vote and comment on your favorite part! If you didn't that's perfectly fine with me!

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-Grace 😘