The Bodyguard - Chapter 8

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Title: THE BODYGUARD
Chapter: 8
Rating: Nc-17
POV: Taylor
Summary: The death of their parents broke Taylor and Zac apart. Each of them went his own way of life, Taylor became a famous superstar and never thought that his profession would bring his life in danger someday. Blade (Zac) buried the past and lived his life contentedly in his dark and dirty world as a pimp. Because of some unexpected circumstances Blade got hired as Taylor's bodyguard and the brothers saw each other for the first time after almost a decade. How will they find a way to each other again after the past had put thick walls between them?

Authors Notes: Hello guys thanks for the nice feedback last time. Like we promised, here's Chapter 8 of The Bodyguard.

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Taylor

When Eagle Eye guided me out of the car, my feet almost gave in. If he had not been supporting me, I wouldn’t have been able to make it inside the house. Police cars were all over the place, the loud sirens wailing from some of them seemed so far away though.

Cameras flashed from everywhere, people tried to mob us but the police officers were quick, Eagle Eye and I were able to go inside my house quickly without difficulties. My legs shook the whole time.

I wasn't sure if I could bear to see my wife in that state, but I was too weak to even speak and contradict what was happening.

Eagle Eye told me that they needed me to identify Natalie's body, her parents couldn't be here within the next 48 hours from Georgia, which meant I had to go through another horrible event in my life.

First the death of my parents, and now, my wife and my unborn child’s death.

When we walked into the living room and I saw her lying beside the stairway, Natalie’s eyes were still opened; her dark hair was surrounded by a pool of blood.

I couldn’t do anything but place my hands over my mouth, pushing my hands harder as if it could relieve the pain somehow. My tears dropped down onto her lifeless body and like in a state of trance, I slid down on my knees beside her and tried to talk to her. I wanted to say anything to her that would wake her up. But my mouth felt so dry, my throat hurt so badly and my heart seemed to stop beating.

Wake up Nat, for heaven's sake please wake up!

My lips formed those words without any sound. I've never felt so helpless before.

I reached out my hand to feel for her pulse. The feeling of her lifeless wrist in my hand and the haunting way her eyes were looking through me was scary.

I closed my eyes tight, I couldn’t see her like that, it couldn't be real, and this must be a nightmare.



But when I opened my eyes, she was still lying there staring at me, with her glazed over eyes. I would never forget the way she was looking at me, reproachful and silent.

The scene scared me. I felt chills down my spine. Almost guiltily, as if she could see those thoughts on my mind, I let go off her wrist and reached out to lay my hand carefully on her belly.

No one knew that she was pregnant except Skye. She was three months along; nobody could see that she was pregnant yet.

In an instant, I felt my blood pumping hard in my veins. I clenched my teeth.

“Who did this to her?” I finally had the courage to speak. I was angry. Whoever did this must pay, I would make him pay!

I felt Eagle Eye’s hands on my shoulder stopping me from getting any closer to her. I heard him saying I should be careful because of the upcoming forensic purposes, so I gave in and let him guide me to stand up. I aimed for the nearest chair and slumped tiredly down.

My shoulders shook in tortured pain. She was carrying my child; my daughter wasn't given a chance in this world. God didn’t give me a chance to see my child, to feel her little fingers touching my face, or to get to know what color her eyes would be...

I already started dreaming of a better life once my baby arrived. I was convinced it would be the happiest day of my life and would change everything. I had expected that I would be a father in six months.

I was ready to give up everything for my wife and my child, even my musical career. I already tried having a better relationship with Natalie even though deep inside I knew it was impossible to fall in love with her again. I’m gay, I was pretty sure of it, but I had a responsibility to be a good father for my daughter who deserved to live in a happy family.

All those dreams were gone now.

I didn’t know what else to do but to just cry helplessly. I was so consumed with my sorrow that I didn't even notice when one of the police officer's walked towards me.

“Ehem, Mr. Hanson, my name is Detective Wright. We’re very sorry for your lost, we want to help you in any way possible. In order to do this, we need to talk to you right now and ask you few questions. We know that it's hard for you but the culprit is somewhere out there and any information will be helpful for us to catch him as soon as possible.”

It sounded like a joke to me. Couldn’t they fucking see that I was grieving deeply and thoroughly? If they were able to imagine what I was going through they would know that I wasn't responsive for anything right now. Besides that, what information would I know that might be helpful?

I couldn't even answer him. Instead of saying a word, I just looked blankly at the police man who seemed too cold to even let me grieve for a while.

"Detective, is it possible to give him a few more minutes? He is still in shock." Eagle Eye interjected, but the police officer didn't seem to agree with it.

"We'll try to make it as short as possible. But we need to talk with Mr. Hanson NOW. We can't have consideration and treat him differently just because he's a famous singer. I haven't got time for this Mickey Mouse bullshit!"

That Detective seemed to lose his nerves very easily. It pissed me off that they talked about me as if I wasn't there. Instead of talking about me, they should do their job and search for the damn culprit!

"I lost my wife here. What the fuck do you want from me?" I asked pathetically, looking up to them.

"Cooperation!" Was the Detective's urgent answer.

Eagle Eye rose his hand arbitrating and looked down to me again.

"Hey Taylor, we understand that it is really difficult for you right now, but in order for us to solve this case, we really need your cooperation now."

Feeling like an underage little child, I looked alternately to both of them towering above me as if they knew which was better for me. I was about to say "No, not now please" when Eagle Eye’s phone rang.

“Where are you?” He sounded irritated.

I desperately hoped it was Skye; I needed Skye here with me!

“Why do you sound so nervous? What happened!?” Eagle Eye sounded worried this time.

I heard Skye’s hysterical voice muffling through the receiver, his high pitched shouting made me worried, too.

"Skye, can you lower your voice please?!?" Eagle Eye demanded, holding the cell phone near his tender eardrum again.

God, I need Skye, he needs to be here right now.

I bit my lips anticipating what I would hear next. A sense of upcoming danger overtook me.

There was a long pause.

"Then tell him to drive fucking safely, got it!?” Eagle Eye’s expression was annoyed, "what is his fucking problem?" he spat angrily.

Pause. He sighed and slapped his palm on his forehead. "How long will you need to get here?"

All the events gave me racking headaches, what was happening? What was taking Skye so long!?

“Alright, but make sure that you arrive in one piece! Got it?”

Pause. “Ok bye, see you later.”

“What a dick.” He cursed it to himself but I heard it anyway. He shoved his phone back in his belt bag and turned his attention back to me.

“Skye and your brother will be here very soon, let’s go to a room where we can talk undisturbed.”

He seemed to agree with Detective's Wright's instructions now. Seeing how irritated Eagle Eye was, it felt like I had no choice but to follow them.

I tried to not to look in Natalie's direction and the chalk drawing around her body when we walked across the Living room, my knees still felt weak but I managed to walk while Eagle Eye and Detective Wright were walking behind me, not letting me out of his sight.

When the three of us were settled, me on a chair in the dining room, ‘Detective Wrong’ sitting opposite me, while Eagle Eye, stood beside us, watching over the door so that no one would disturb us.



Suddenly I felt like I was in an episode of CSI.  After checking my personal data, the Detective told me that the police station received a panicky call from my wife about two to three hours ago. Natalie told them that there was someone in the house who was trying to kill her. The line ended abruptly after that. Two officers were sent to our house after they ascertained where the call came from but any help for her came too late....

The thought that a strange person had succeeded in getting into this house without notice scared me.

What did that crazy Stalker want here?

Detective Wrong didn’t give me time to think about the scene more intensively, because he continued talking.

“Mr. Hanson, we have been over your house and found indications of a struggle on the first floor, it appears your wife was either pushed or fell down the stairs. So far, we do not see any signs of forced entry into your home. There are no broken windows and none of the doors show signs of being picked or forced open, we are not sure how the culprit gained access to the house unnoticed. However, we found this on your bed. Can you tell us where this comes from?"

He showed me a plastic evidence bag with a sheet of paper inside. I carefully took it from him and began to read.



My first instinct was to crumple the paper even if it was in an evidence bag but Eagle Eye was quicker, he took the note away from me and handed it back to ‘Wrong’.

“So Mr. Hanson, do you know this… uh, Twink Twink?”

"How shall I know!? That person is crazy! I've been receiving letters from that sick person only for a few days. I never thought it would end up like this. In my profession, fans send a lot of weird stuff."

Besides grief, I felt so much anger and helplessness at the same time. I've experienced a lot of crazy fan stuff in my career already but I had never expected it would come to this.

How ruthless could a person be to kill my wife and my baby?!?

"We understand your point Mr. Hanson, so you don’t have any clue of who Twink Twink is?” Detective Wrong probed again.

“I don’t know that person, like I said.” I answered, my temper rising.

He gave me a glance of appraisal before he talked again.

"We pulled footage from the cameras at the front door, gate, living room, terrace and the first floor but the culprit destroyed them and we never see him or her. The culprit made sure we would not see any evidence of the crime. Are there other hidden cameras that we can use as reference, or were those all of them?"

“No, Natalie didn’t like the idea of hidden cameras; she said that it felt creepy.” I wanted to answer his questions as quick as possible; I just wanted it to be over.

“How were they broken? Were they shot by a gun?” Eagle Eye was talking directly to Detective Wrong.

“No, they were smashed by something hard like a ball bat. We are still checking that angle. Mr. Hanson, did you have any altercations or fights with anyone recently? Scold a fan? Based on the letter, the culprit seems to know you already. Could this person be an ex-girlfriend or employee or someone from a previous relationship?”

“Natalie was my first girlfriend, I don’t have any exes. I have not gotten into a fight with anyone nor have I scolded a fan before.”

“As a famous singer you have surely already met crazy fans who are insanely jealous of you and your wife, because you're unreachable and unattainable for them. Have you met anyone who could fit that description?"

Wrong seemed so right with his questions, but they made me uncomfortable.

“I've experienced thousands of crazy fans already, but I can't name a specific person who would do something like that. I would never want to have any relationship with such a sick and crazy person!”

I gripped the chair back tightly, his questions bogged me down. I couldn't see any sense in this interrogation.

“Did you see any weapons in the crime scene, Detective Wright?” Eagle Eye interrupted again.

“None at the moment, but we're still searching for more evidences.”

“Yeah, I noticed that.” I snapped. His team was searching the whole place, my house was in disarray.

Why couldn't they just leave me alone...!?

“Mr. Hanson, we’re sorry for the inconveniences but we’re just trying to find a way to solve this case. Any clue might be a big help that may lead us to solving this case, so we have to insist on your cooperation. Besides that, these were just simple questions. We can go much further personally."

The Detective gave me another annoyed glance.

I sighed, biting the inside of my cheek. I didn’t mean to be mean, but I was on the edge. I was on the verge of hysterics actually. The only thing left in me was emptiness, but this ‘Wrong’ Detective didn’t seem to get it. Nothing would bring my wife and my child back to life. All I wanted was to lie next to them and not be alone anymore.

"Mr. Hanson, how was your relationship with your wife? Have you had a fallen out with her recently? Were you and your wife really lucky together or did you just pretend to be for the public?”

What the fuck? How could that heartless asshole meddle in me and my wife's family affairs? If I didn't feel so weak, I would chase him out of my house, but I felt so burnt out and I knew it wouldn't change anything. I sat there, clasped my arms and gritted my teeth.

He looked like he was losing his patience.

“Taylor, I know you’re upset right now, that’s why we’re here to help you. It’ll be more upsetting if this case isn't resolved.”

Eagle Eye’s voice was composed and it calmed me down a little. Obviously, he purposely interrupted the Detective to cool things off.

I stared to my shoes and sighed. I didn’t want to look them in the eye as I confessed.

“Me and my wife were not in good terms. But she’s pregnant, so we were trying to fix our relationship.” My voice broke when I remembered about my baby. I pressed my palms with my fingers; I felt so down, how I would ever be able to get up?

When my parents died, I thought my life was torn like a piece of paper already. The pain was terrible, but fortunately I could find hope in the music back then, it was able to relieve the pain in the course of time. Every time I miss my mom’s smell or my dad’s encouraging words, I distracted myself in music.

Unexpected deaths were the most horrible thing I experienced and I never thought I would experience it again. The news hit me like a hammer; I didn't know how to deal with the death of my parents. It wasn’t fair. My parents were stolen away from me and now, my wife and my baby.

Every time I tried to rebuild my life, it collapses like a house of cards and this time, it felt unbearable to me. I had no idea how I would ever find a will to life again or if I could truly get over this.

The tears that I had been trying to stop from falling during the talk made their own way from my eyes no matter how hard I tried to suppress them.

I heard Detective 'whatever' talking again but I couldn’t understand him anymore. I was too occupied with my grief.

The sound of my doorbell resounded through the house and Eagle Eye gave me a sign to stand up again. Detective Whatever seemed unsatisfied but thankfully he didn't stop Eagle Eye.

He took my chin in his hand so that I had to look at him directly.

"Taylor, listen to me. Let's see if this is Skye and your brother, but before you meet them I want to give you this." He took his gun and his police badge out of his belt for a moment before he guided me out of the room.



He then pulled a small business card out of it and handed it to me.

'L.A.P.D. Officer Andrew Barkley' was written on the card and a phone number below.

"This is my number for emergency cases. You know that I'm busy Taylor, and I can't take care of you and Skye around the clock, but if you ever feel that you're in danger, give me a call and I promise I will come immediately, got it?"

I nodded hesitantly.

"Really?" He looked at me urgently.

"Yeah, will do... Andrew."

It was the first time I called him with his real name.

"Ok Taylor, I'll take you up on that," he said and continued walking towards the front door before he added "hopefully, the Paparazzi are gone by now."

I already sensed that Andrew didn't have a good feeling about my brother after Skye's unsettling call. I followed him slowly until he gave me a hand signal to stop.

"Stay back Taylor, we aren't really sure who this is. I'm going to open the door." He motioned me to step back. I obeyed and watched him from a distance; his hand was grabbing his gun tightly.

"Who's there?" He asked loudly towards the door.

Silence.

"Who is this?" He asked a little louder this time whereupon suddenly a response came from outside.

"Twink Twink."

My heart stopped beating.

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