Rich Boys Bodyguard

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"Benjamin just said that if I don't take the job, my dad would be dead." I don't even look into his eyes, but I can tell there's sorrow in there. "Scarlett... I am so sorry that all happened so quickly." He takes both my hands and places them in his. I stare at him, smiling softly. "It's fine, but thank you." My expression quickly changes back to annoyance. "What makes this even worse is that they want me there later today. I did what I could to at least tell you right away."
"I can't believe this." He seems to be more shocked than I am, yet I already accepted the fact. "Yeah. But it is what it is, you know?" I pull my hands away and take out my phone, looking at the time.

My face drops, reading the time. "Shit. D, I need to go." I quickly stand up, walking to the door as he grabs my wrist and stops me. "No, Scarlett. What's wrong?"
I look him in the eyes as he stares back. "They want me there by 3:30 and it's twelve, I'm not even packed yet."
"I'll help." He says it so quickly, like he already knew. My eyes widen in surprise. "A-are you sure, Deon?" He nods, now taking my hand. "We'll go to your house, and I'll help you pack. It'll be okay." He gives me a smile as I give a soft one back.

We begin to walk to our cars as he follows me to my house.

*****

I finished folding and put the last of my items in my suitcase. "Okay," I sigh of relief. "Time?" I turn to Deon as I ask. I watch as he pulls out his phone and answers "2:30." He looks back up at me as he watches my face change. "Fuck. I need to do my makeup."

I sit down at my vanity, thankful that this is the last thing I need to do other than change.
The outfit I had picked out would be a black top and white skirt, this sweater with checkerboard patterns of black and white and black boots.

"Scar, can I just say something real quick?" He grabs my attention, yet I don't look. I'm too focused looking t myself in the mirror trying to rush myself. "Hm?" I answer, glancing at him so he knows I'm actually listening. He stands up and walk by my side. "I know you're really dreading this. You hate the guy for fucks sake. I've seen it, I've heard all of how you want to just smash his face to the ground and shit. If he ever gets too much or if anything ever gets too much over there, call me."
Listening to his small speech made me realize that he really cares. And it was sweet.
"I will, thank you." I smile at him through the mirror.

By the time I finished my makeup, changed, had a lecture with Deon, I had to go. Time had passed so quickly. I didn't want to go at all. I didn't want to leave my father or Deon. They both mean so much to me. Leaving them means part of me is leaving too. The moment I'm stepping out of this place makes me think I'll probably never put my foot inside again.

Deon and I walk downstairs as he carried my suitcases for me. I'm sure they'll keep each other company while I'm away. But either way, I'm doing this for my father.

I approach my father at the door. He just stands there and I don't know how he's feeling. "Mr. Grain and his guards are outside waiting for you. I love you, call or text me if you need me." He pulls me into a hug, my arms wrap around him so quickly. I felt like crying in his shoulder, but I kept it in. Once we let go, I move onto Deon. "Text me everyday, yeah?" He rubs my back with one hand. I feel my face tense up, hoping that I can still keep in my tears. "Yeah." I nod, my throat chokes me up as I clear it, chuckling at the same time. "Of course I will." I smile as my face is pressed against his shoulder. He pulls away, holding onto my shoulders. "I love you. Be safe."
I put my hands over his. "I love you too. I'll be okay." I give him one last hug before I grab my suitcases and put my first foot out of the house.