the Presidents Security Guard

Protecting Secrets - Chapter 8

"Explain to me again, what happened at this party?"

The president had given up sitting, instead was now pacing around the room. Sara sat on a chair, her head sunk and refusing to say a word. Dee stood a little to the side of her, directly facing the President as she briefed him on the evenings events. Out the corner of Dee's eye sight, she saw Chris, who was looking a little worse for wear standing by the door. He was desperately trying to stand at attention, but the evening bender he had just gone through was making it impossible for him to do, and he was swaying slightly as he waited for this meeting to be over.

"Everything went fine. Sara spent the evening with friends, dancing or chatting."

"And where were you?" The president asked Dee, looking suspiciously at the young lady.

"I was very close by, always. Keeping a close eye on her, as I agreed too, Sir."

"And why was I informed that the police had to be called for this party?!?"

"There was a slight fight. Nothing to do with Sara, of cource!"

"So, you just left after you heard the police were on their way?"

"Yes. The very moment I received the call."

After they had sneaked out of the party, which took some mighty skill to avoid all the people who suddenly were eager to meet with the President's daughter, they had gotten straight into the car and driven home, only stopping once for Sara to throw up a little. By the time they had arrived home, Sara had straightened herself up to look more presentable to her father.

"And did anything else happen at this party? Anything I should know?" He looked from Chris, to Dee, to finally Sara. Sara, in turned, looked up at Dee, her eyes begging her.

"No Sir. That is everything."

"Good. That's Good. I was slightly scared, when I was informed about the Police. Sara, it's late. How about you go off to bed? Davina, Chris. You are excused also."

The three of them left together. Dee, dedicated to her job to no end, wanted to walk Sara to her room. But Chris was never going to make it there. She instructed him to head off to their room, and to stop nowhere before he arrived.

As he walked away, the two girls felt into a comfortable pace. Both had decided to say nothing more about the evenings little adventure, which was perfect. Eventually, Sara looked up at Dee.

"What the dealio between you guys anyways? Are you dating him?" Dee's heart started to pound.

"What, Crhis? NO! Absolutely not! He is just my best friend!"

"Yeah. Right. Like your best friends! Sure there isn't something there? Sure you don't like him?" Dee stared at the eldest daughter, afraid that she had suddenly become incredibly see-through.

"No I don't. And I am quite sure about that. What makes you say such a thing?"

"Well.... I don't know. You guys just seem abnormally tight. I mean, you really look after him. Its actually kinda cute!" Sara smiled.

"I like looking after people. And me and Chris have been friends for, like, ever!" Sara shrugged Dee's comment off, suggesting like her rebuttal was irrelevant, but she chose not to comment on it. They walked the last Hall in silence.

When they had reached Sara's room, she insisted that she was just going to go straight to bed, and that there was no need for Dee to enter. The two said goodnight, however when Dee walked away, Sara called her back.

"Thank you. For your help. And for not telling Dad."

"Oh, hun. That's totally okay. I am sorry it got so out of control for a second there. But you don't need to worry. No matter what, I have got your back."

Davina couldn't help but smile when she finally turned away. She realised that although the evening's events were tragic in a sense, the outcome was well.

Izzie was sitting on her bed when Davina entered, playing cards with her big brother. He frowned when she entered.

"Shouldn't you both be already in bed?" Izzie looked slightly guilty, however Ryan simply shrugged his shoulders. When he got up, he muttered whatever, and left the room. Dee called out good night, but he didn't respond. Izzie was thrilled that Dee had come in to say good night. It took her a while to settle the youngest down. When she left Izzie for the night, her heart felt warm with success and happiness with the evening's events in total.

A short while later, Dee entered her small part of the building that she was sharing with Chris. She was surprised, when she entered, to find the lights still on. As she moved further into their room, she noticed Chris, lying uncomfortably on the floor halfway between the door and his bed. Evidently he didn't make it to his bed before he passed out.

That warmth within Dee was still there, as she struggled to lift him up, and drag him into bed. He mumbled something about the dog, to which Dee chose to ignore. (She figured he was just randomly talking about rubbish, because they didn't have a dog. She had refused to buy one a while ago, because she knew that it would have been one more being that she would need to look after and care for; and one more would have been just too much for her.)

As she climbed into bed herself, a short time later after she had washed off the smell of smoke and alcohol from her very skin, Dee thought of how drunk Chris is permanently is at the moment. How he is always so afraid to be left alone to his own consciousness, and chooses to obsessively drink that state of mind away.

Realising what a complete loop her thoughts always seemed to take her, Dee snapped at herself, that there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. So why should she waste so much time thinking about it?

The answer came to her easily.

Because she loved him. Always. If only he knew how much...