The Bodyguard - Chapter 11

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Title: THE BODYGUARD
Chapter: 11
Rating: Nc-17
POV: Blade (Zac)
Authors Notes: Like promised, here's Chapter 11. Chapter 12 is finished too and will be posted in the following days.

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Blade:

I walked into my old home as if it was a forbidden infected territory.
My so called brother collapsed in front of my eyes, so I removed my sunglasses that I wouldn't miss the view.



He actually keeled over? I knew I was good but I never thought I was THAT good!

The grim looking cop with the dumb name lifted him up and carried him to the couch in the living room. Within seconds, everyone was around him, caressing him like a baby.

Taylor always knew how to get people's attention.

I couldn't help but to be pissed off when I saw everyone pampering him, so I decided to take a look around to see the damage he did to our parent's house in the past years.

Back then, we had our photos hanging on the walls in the living room. The only photos there now were of him and a woman, I assumed that was his wife.



I went back through the hallway. The walls here were plastered with Taylor's photos from his performances.

Of course! Who else would hang up pictures of himself on his own walls?!



But what the fuck else could be expected from a conceited snob like that?! I snorted at the lack of irony and averted my eyes. Broken glass bits were lying on the floor from a damaged camera. I bent down to get a closer look. He would need a new alarm system, that's for sure. Even Santiago's shabby saloon was better secured than this house. The cameras here were not hidden very well through the house, no wonder that Twink-Twink Freak easily broke them.

I was deep in thought when I noticed a tall officer standing right in front of me, and giving me a creepy look. I didn't expect to meet any of these fucking cops here, if I knew that earlier, I would have spent more time to eat my fucking dinner...

"I'm Officer Wright from the Los Angeles police department, are you Mr. Hanson's new security guard?" He asked, looking down at me obviously scrutinizing me.

"As it seems," I answered tonelessly and snorted to myself as I thought about it. Yeah, I was the bodyguard of that spoiled princess of whose shit list I have been for the last nine years. If I wasn't already on drugs, I would say I must have been, coz I couldn't even believe that I was really here. It must be a bad trip or something like that...

"Very good. I'm glad to hear that." His face and tone distinctly lightened up and he patted my shoulder while he smiled down at me.

Were all of these damn cops fucking faggots?!? What the hell was going on here?

"Unfortunately, Mr. Hanson isn't responsive in his current condition; my colleagues and I would highly appreciate it if you would work with us and update us on any strange occurences. We aren't sure how a stranger was able to get in, the doors were not tampered with but the phone line was cut. We know that Mr. Hanson is on tour, but we need him to stay in California for a few weeks. We need his steady cooperation to solve the case as fast as possible."

I stood up and looked over to Taylor who was awake again. He was still pale and gave me questioning look as he saw me talking to the Officer.



"Be assured, I'm gonna keep him in sight from now on...!" I spoke directly in his direction to make it obvious we were talking about him.

The Detective thankfully moved out of my way after that.

"We're done here for now guys. It's quitting time." He said to everybody around.

I walked back into the Living room, hoping the cops were done bugging me.

Taylor and his Loverboy were sitting side by side, hugging and stroking each other like two fucking pussy chicks. The other cop sat opposite of them.

To be honest, I was glad that I didn't have to talk to my brother right away. That his Loverboy cared about him, it made it easier for me to deal with this shit.

That Eagle cop gave me a really dirty look as I approached them; I immediately knew that he didn't like me, because of the smug way he looked at me from the start, but I didn't give a fuck about that.

Also Skye apparently noticed the exchange of hateful glances and stroked the cop's knee. He sugared up his voice that it dropped down the walls like syrup.

"Eagle Eye Darlin', would you please show Blade his room for the night? It's upstairs on the left side..."

"I'm gonna find it by myself." I stated quickly, before another officer could stop me.

"Good. It's time to pack up and go home anyway." The police man thankfully agreed with me and stood up. But apparently he wasn't finished, 'cause he turned to me and gave me another look of reproach.

"And Blade, if that's even your real name, I hope you don't mess this up 'cause your attitude is getting you nowhere." He warned me in a threatening tone.

What the fuck did he even know?!?

"This is NOWHERE!" I exclaimed. Obviously, I was the only one who didn't whitewash the reality, so fuck these stuck-up hypocrites! I came back despite everything that happened in the past, so they should better kiss the only fucking straight ass in the house!

With that, I left the dumb faggots and walked upstairs to the first floor.



There was only one room on the left side. My old teenage bedroom. When I opened the door, I stood there speechless and was taken aback for a minute or longer.



The room was still in the same condition I left it in nine years ago. Everything was still in the same place and even my old Star Wars posters were hanging on the blue painted walls.

What the fucking fuck!!!

What the hell did that mean? Why didn't Taylor get rid of that stuff by now? I didn't get it. I walked into the room and couldnt help but feel that I had just time traveled to the past. There was my bed with the universe sheet which was my favorite when I was sixteen, my old table where I had painted hundreds of pictures. Even my old Nintendo console was still there!

The more of my old stuff I recognized, the angrier I became. What the hell did Taylor expect? That I would stay here and pretend to play 'Happy family' with him?!?

The fuck I will!

I left the room, slammed the door behind me and went downstairs again.

Meanwhile, the police men were all gone, only Taylor and his Loverboy were still sitting on the couch, holding hands.

"Is the girls talk of this homo party finally over?" I exclaimed loudly, causing them to blush and making little faggot noises as they jumped in their seats a little. Not wasting more time, I walked over to the arm chair on which the police bird officer had sat before and plopped myself down on it. Skye seemed to be always there for him, he was crying with him, hugging him closely and telling him that time would heal the wounds and other pointless shit.

"I'm gonna let the two of you be alone now, okay?" Skye's soap opera still didn't seem to be over. Made me feel sick just watching them as they comforted each other. Just like real fags do.

"Yes. Thanks for staying here tonight, Skye. Good night Babe."

"No need to thank me Taylor, sleep well Babe."

"You too."

The two fairy faggots seemed to like calling each other 'Babe'. I noticed that Skye emphasized the softness of the 'b's' on babe with a very soft spoken voice, just enough to make the nickname sound even more pussily, apparently because Taylor was a naturally soft type. I just wanted to register a facepalm at this ridiculous talking point. That's when I realized I was in a fucking fairymare. If I had not been on drugs maybe that would have confused me more than it did because Skye said that Taylor was married, but at this time I only dismissed it and the strange speech as more of some random kind of girly faggot syndrome.

Finally, the gay chicks let go of each other and Skye turned around to me. What the hell else was coming now?

"Good night Blade."

I scoffed at his dumb joke. Definitely not in this house and not in this company. "Go to bed sissy boy." I snarled at him. I had dealt with enough fagott gossip and tittle tattle for one damn day. I'd happily die rather than bearing Skye one more minute.

He left the room after making a neat little bow. "Sleep well guys." Fuck, was there anything that could top this ridiculousness?

Taylor didn't say anything until Skye's bony ass was out of sight. He fiddled at his fingernails and I knew he was insecure. Even when we were younger he always needed to fiddle with something.

"I'm sorry that I let you go... Za...I mean Blade..," he began.  Like earlier today, I noticed again why Skye reminded me of him a little when he looked up to me for the first time with those light blue eyes. I didn't like the way he studied me though, I always hated it when people were trying to read my mind and regretted that I didn't have my sunglasses on anymore to cover my eyes.

Anyway! It was high time to clarify some things before we could get down to business at all!


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