The Bodyguard - Chapter 4

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Title: THE BODYGUARD
Chapter: 4
Rating: Nc-17
POV: Taylor / Blade (Zac) / Taylor
Authors Notes: Hello guys sorry for the delay & thank you very much for the great feedback last time. ♥♥♥

As we have revealed Blade at the end of the last chapter, from now on we will begin to insert Zac in our chapters as well. We're not photoshop professionals, but we like to embellish our story with a few pictures to give you a better imagination of different situations.

Here's Chapter 4 of The Bodyguard.

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Taylor:

I was taken aback. I stood up and walked closer to him on my wobbly feet. I stopped when I was just a few feet away from him. His lifted head gave me a perfect view on the contours of his jaw.

It had been over nine years since I saw my brother for the last time, it was when we lost our parents and I nearly didn't recognize him! What was he doing here??? I tried to study him in any possible way I could.


His hair was a little darker and shorter, but his upright posture and the way he stood up in front of me were so familiar, it was just like my brother Zac.

He had changed a lot, quite obviously. But after those long years of not hearing about each other,
I guess I had too.

He looked so different than I remembered him. Was he really Zac?! I ran my shaking fingers through my hair, as if it could help me calm my nerves. I had to make sure that the person standing right in front of me was really my brother. I had to check his eyes; I needed to see them to be sure.

“Could you please remove your sunglasses?” I asked carefully.

Instead of giving in to my request, he just looked at me with a blank expression on his face.
What is wrong with him!?

"I am here for a security job," were his first words. His voice sounded cold and numb, as if he didn't care at all about us seeing each other again after such a long time.

He moved his head to his side and gave Skye a disparagingly glance, before his lips moved again.

“Your lover boy here said you're in need of someone to keep you away from danger.”

My jaw literally dropped to the floor. What did he just said? Skye was my lover? Was he really Zac?!

My mouth opened to correct his wrong assumptions between myself and Skye, but I knew how ridiculous it would turn the situation so I kept silent. I was taken aback to see my brother for the first time after an eternity and clearing an alleged relationship with Skye was definitely not a priority.

I felt my hands trembled more. I bit my lower lip so hard that I could taste blood. I felt sure that he was my brother, but seeing his actions and hearing his words made me unsure at the same time.

His words surprised me; I thought my heart jumped up to my throat clogging it mercilessly. We stared silently at each other for a minute or maybe longer than that, until I couldn't hold his gaze anymore.
I contemplated in my head how awkward the unexpected scene probably looked like.
Of course Skye was the first one who found his words again.

"You know Blade already?" The look on his face was kind of funny, a mix of surprise and cluelessness. Skye was still beaming like a school girl thrilled to conjure forth Big Apple Circus. But my heart was pounding so loud that my worries forced me to hold my feelings in to mention it.

"Blade? Who is Blade?" I asked confused. "I thought you wanted to procure me a bodyguard?"

"Yes and here he is Taylor." Skye pointed impatiently towards my brother who was still watching me like a creeper.



"I was told that a bodyguard is badly needed, if the job doesn't work out I'll go. But I won't come back."

His cold toneless response irritated me.

I wondered what happened to him. What the hell happened to my brother...?

"Skye, I can't hire my little brother as my bodyguard that would be ridiculous!” I said. The words came straight out of my mouth without thinking.

I really didn't want to sound judging, the whole situation was just completely out of the blue. I hadn't even expected to see him ever again in my life after our contact broke up years ago. I expected anyone but not my brother.

Mixed emotions were floating through my mind and seeing him again seemed to bring back my past. Honestly, I didn’t know what to think about him. I studied him again and for a second, it looked as if he wanted to say something but perhaps I was wrong because he kept silent and continued staring at me, disparagingly.

Since we didn't have our parents anymore, we never came together for holidays or other celebrations.

After almost a decade, I didn’t know him anymore.  A part of him looked familiar, but he seemed so distant and impervious. I had no idea if my words had hurt him or what he thought about me. He had become a stranger to me.

I sensed that he waited for an explanation.

"Zac I'm sorry, but I can't..." I began but he sharply cut me off.

"Don't you dare call me Zac again; you have no right to call me that anymore!"

I winced a little; I didn't expect his sudden anger. Why was he so full of despise..? I opened my mouth to say something, but there were no words which might say something sensible.

But I should have known that he would not give a shit about my opinion, coz his emotionless voice broke my thoughts with his snubbing, sarcastic response.

"Fuck you over spoiled superstar! Thanks for wasting my time. Come on Bandito." A shrill whistle came through his teeth as he turned around and didn't waste time to walk out the door.

Skye who just stood there and had watched us for the last minutes looked as if his eyeballs would jump out of his head every second. He shifted his jaw and gesticulated wildly in Zac's direction.

"What was that? Why did you let him go, Taylor!?" He stared at me in disbelief.

I gave him a frown.

"Skye, he's my little brother. I just can't hire my little brother as my bodyguard!" I repeated. I felt exhausted. I didn’t know how else to respond.

"So what? No one needs to know, Taylor!" Skye shrugged uncomprehendingly. "How come you never told me that you have such a good looking brother like him??"

I shook my head, trying to get back to the conversation,

"Did you even hear how he called me? He looks like a gangster now, and his hair alone should keep him off the list!"

"Taylor, despite everything, he is really good! He's just a wild rocker type. I beg you please think about it! He's the Blade I told you about. He is experienced in his business.”

"Oh yeah as a thug?! No thanks. However, I don't have time anymore to discuss it with you; I have to go back on stage now. You don't need to ask again if I will hire my younger brother as a bodyguard. I can take of myself and don't need my little brother to protect me. That's completely out of the question!

I tried to focus my attention on my performance as I turned around toward the door. I needed to concentrate during my concerts, for my fans. I would deal about the encounter with my younger brother later.

I heard Skye sighing behind me as I walked upstairs towards the stage again. I felt his stare at my back but I didn't turn around to face him again.



The crowd was getting impatient; they had waited long enough for my encore songs.


Blade:



I ignored everyone and walked fast on my way while I walked fast out of the venue. I wandered past the fucking high society snobs who stared at me and Bandito as if we came from another world. This place was not where I belonged. Some of them squeaked and cringed upon seeing me with my dog. That's one of the advantages of having a dog like Bandito; people automatically give you a wide berth.

I was angry about my senseless waste of time I could have made another pile of money in my brothel. Instead, I let Santa and that high society milk boy convince me to come here for a job which came to nothing.

My blood was boiling and I was sorely tempted to command Bandito to bite everyone on my way out and to eat every piece of those fucking snobs. To create scars on their skin just like the scars on me that would never disappear... All of them were hypocrites, idiots, sheltered shits which don’t have any fucking clue about life. I snorted and spat on the crumbling pavement.

I felt cheated. I didn’t know that Skye was working for Taylor fucking Hanson.

I immediately realized why he looked familiar to me at the very moment I was standing face to face with my brother.

Brother, Pshaw! I spat scornfully again. I didn't have a family anymore and I didn't need one.

Now I had to walk back to the other side of town, the part in which I belonged. Bandito wouldn't bear another car ride. Hopefully, the walk would help me get a clear mind once I got back to work and checked on my brothel.

I couldn't bear anybody around me right now and if Skye dared to follow me, I'd fucking punch his innocent face until it wouldn't look so innocent anymore. His image played through the back of my head. I gritted my teeth and walked faster.

Thanks to that high society snob, now I had to deal with repressed memories. Memories that I only wanted to forget. I lived for the present and took things as they came. Looking behind was just a senseless waste of time and energy for pain and bad memories.

And Taylor? My smug heartthrob brother of whom everyone thinks is the prettiest boy in the world needed someone to protect him? How pathetic! So he sent out his gay boy Skye to bring me to him?? I wanted to laugh but I couldn't. It was just too fucking ridiculous. I felt my fists clench by my sides. The urge in me to punch their fucking innocent faces was stronger than ever. I didn't give a shit that he rejected me; his rejection only confirmed my impression that there was nothing left between us.

After all those years, that’s what he gave me.

He doubtlessly hasn't changed a bit. He was still blonder than a princess. Twice as pretty too and gayer than a twisted rainbow.

It’s been nine fucking years since I saw him. I was 16. Our parents had died in a car crash and we were left on our own. Back then, I believed there would be a reason for us to stay together in our house. Long ago, we even had a good relationship. But the death of our parents broke us apart. I knew that Taylor couldn't deal with their death, and instead of being there for each other, he just absconded and let me to deal with everything alone.

Thanks to Taylor, I had nobody to turn to but myself that time. I had no fucking clue how it felt to be alone until that point.

Taylor wasn't there when I needed him the most.

He only cared about his own fucking career. Eventually, he became a superstar but didn’t even give a goddamn shit about the people he left behind...

There was no reason to forgive him now. He didn’t even realize his behavior. He was still the same careless, selfish person I knew.

I remember how he was walking out of our parent’s house, a few days after their funeral. His eyes were red and he looked shit scared. Our home, the family I had known didn't exist anymore. That time, he was already fanatic about his music. After their death, he immersed himself all the more into it, determined to find a way to fulfill his dream.

Unlike him, I faced up the death of our parents. Unlike him, I didn’t run away to forget. Taylor was always so obsessed about his music, to sing and to be famous that he forgot everything around him.
I knew that he wouldn't come back.

After Taylor was gone, things went differently. 

The situation at home became unbearable. I moved out a few weeks later, joined the army and got occupied about my preparation in army education and my future career.

I grew up and learned what's best for me and if that meant I had to live without a family, then I was okay with that.

Through the years of training, I've learned to be independent and stand on my own. I've experienced the worst and went through hell. I've tasted blood and seen the most horrible scenarios, that they became too familiar to even categorize, nothing could shock me anymore.

Meanwhile, I was ok with receiving no phone calls, no appearances, or short visits. I was fucking ok. He was not interested in finding out what happened to me; therefore I was not interested in his life. I never read gossip rags shit. I didn’t give a fuck about him. He had become one of those faceless strangers to me.

I was busy enough dealing with my own life. There was no reason to think and worry about a wannabe brother. Those long years we haven’t seen each other had put thick walls between us.
Now I didn’t need him anymore. I got along very well without a family.

But why did I have to be reminded of our hometown, our home, and our parents?

I didn't expect to see him again, enough years passed by for me to forget him.
Why the fuck did fate lead me to see him again?

I gritted my teeth and put my hands into tight fists, imagining that it was Skye’s neck I was wringing. Because of that bubbling nightmare, I’m in this situation.

As I looked to my side I saw the face of my brother on a huge billboard of a massive building.

One more reason to walk out of this fucking high society district. No wonder I never spent time in this part of the town. I continued walking fast, a reminder of what just happened was the last thing I needed, seeing him again only brought back the past.

He was effortlessly living in his ideal glittered life without worrying about people he left behind.

Taylor’s life was far different compared to mine. But I had no complains with that, as long as we dealt with our shit separately.

I turned to the left in the direction of my business…

My activities in this bloody hell of a life were enough to keep me going and just live every day without a thought for tomorrow. All I needed was some 'snow' from time to time. I was absolutely fine with it.

I didn’t have a single reason to change anything.


Taylor:

When I went on stage for the encore songs of my concert, I couldn't concentrate on the notes anymore and messed up several times.

It was unusual for me to play the wrong notes, making multiple mistakes and forgetting lyrics of my songs. Sure, I slipped little mistakes from time to time, but not like that night. I couldn't stop thinking about the encounter I had with my younger brother. I felt stupid for letting him walk away. I couldn’t pretend and act like I was ok.

Instead of singing the chorus twice before the bridge, I only sang it once. I couldn’t sing the lyrics of my songs correctly; I couldn’t even tap my feet and clap my hands with the crowd anymore. I really needed the night to end.

At least the audience seemed not to notice or they didn't care. They were wild, hysterical and loud as usual.

But I couldn't enjoy the final songs anymore. I was relieved when the curtains closed and the show was finally over. I longed for relaxation in a quiet hotel room. A refreshing foam bath with scented candles around me would be a perfect ending of this busy day. I needed to think and review all of my experiences during the evening.

But I immediately realized that the unexpected incidents of the night weren't over when I saw Skye hurrying towards me as soon as I got off the stairs from the stage.

"Taylor, Taylor I... I don't know how to explain this to you... but... your wife..." Skye heaved a heavy breath before he spoke terrifying words to me. "She got murdered!" His voice almost cracked and the pale on his face expression was all I needed to know that he was serious.

"What?"

He placed his hands on my shoulders and gripped them tightly before he continued. “I'm so sorry, I know that it sounds like a horrible nightmare... but it is true…....”

I suddenly felt how I lost ground under my feet and everything began to whirl in a circle repeatedly. Then abruptly, everything turned black.

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Comments

[elizabeth-ald.livejournal.com]

Geez this is some dark stuff! I missed this story! Hope Zac and Taylor decide to talk soon and maybe see things eye-to-eye because they clearly need each other.

[teamzaylor.livejournal.com]

thank you very much elizabeth. :) We always appreciate your constancy of reading. ♥

Another chapter will be updated very soon. :)

[eleflowerpot.livejournal.com]

Woah!
Pretty dark stuff. Love Blade's account of his life after Taylor. Creates more sympathy and understanding for his situation. I'm glad that it had an obvious effect on Taylor too but his lack of emotion at the time must have been hard for Zac.
And as if that wasn't enough you throw in a murder at the end! (At least Taylor's not restricted by his marriage anymore, but it must be a scary prospect of the stalker getting 'closer').

Really enjoyed this chapter ladies :D

[teamzaylor.livejournal.com]

wow thank you so much for your great feedback and compliments!! :)

I'm happy you enjoyed this chapter. We will try to maintain the dark, gritty atmosphere.

Thanks for your constancy of reading ♥♥♥ We will update the next chapter very soon. :)

[zacgirl1.livejournal.com]

The whole chapter was so intense. I can't believe Tay left his little brother to deal with their parents death and life all by himself and now that they meet after so long, he just let him walk away?

And Nataly was murdered?! I did not see that coming! Wow!

Please update soon :)

[teamzaylor.livejournal.com]

thank you very much for your great feedback. ♥♥♥

No worries we will clear up the reason for Taylor's actings in later chapters, we're just at the beginning. ;)

Our next chapter will be updated very soon. :)