The Bodyguard - Chapter 25

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Title: THE BODYGUARD
Chapter: 25
Rating: Nc-17

POV: Taylor
Warnings: Language, Death, Crime
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About the Story: 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 overcome the shadows of the past?
Authors Notes: The adventure will continue as soon as we're finished writing the following Chapters, probably in a few weeks. Thanks everyone who reads & comments. <3

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Taylor:

Shocked about what Zachary just did, I realized that I just didn't have the strength to reach my brother. He wrestled me to the ground and I couldn't free myself. It was as if he died in Blade's body. When he let go off me, for a short moment everything turned black in front of my eyes and I wondered... is this the color of Loneliness?

I lost my voice, I lost my hope, I lost myself.

I couldn't understand why Zac had to lift me like a doll in front of my friends without even thinking how embarrassing it was for me. He was so much stronger than me, I felt like a girl beside him, perhaps, in retrospect, too much like a girl. The humilation was mortifying when he slapped my ass on top of that. It was the only thing I could think of during our drive home... I never felt so fragile before.

I knew now how right Skye was when he told me how badly I needed a security guard, coz I wasn't aware how defenseless I could be until today...

Usually I had a good grip of myself and always kept track of my alcohol consumption. I very rarely lose control over myself and get carried away, but I didn't need to deal with the death of a brutally murdered pregnant wife before. Zachary's disrespect towards me and his mean words about me and my family were just too much for me.

Even though Natalie and me had became estranged in our relationship, I've always been optimistic that we would find a way to come together again... together with our daughter Hope Alexandria...

Since the day they faded out of my life, it became void of joy and hope. I was placed in sadness, darkness and fear. Trapped in a place called despair.

I felt that I was falling into a deep hole of emptiness without any escape. My heart was a wreck and I had no idea how I could find back to a regular life. I sensed that Blade wanted me to go through the same pain he went through and that's exactly what was happening.

I was in deep pain but he kept on hurting me. His anger towards me confirmed me that he still saw me as the ruthless person who killed our parents and left him alone on top of that. I didn't know how I could ever make up to him. No matter what I tried, he kept on pushing me away and gave us no chance.

I wanted to solve the conflict with him. I still do. But I just couldn't find a way to reach him. Instead, I only received more aggression from my only family and I didn't know what to do anymore. He was too far away and too many years were passed between us, nowadays we couldn't even trust each other anymore.

I wasn't surprised that he had no understanding for me when I mentioned how embarrassing it was that he worked for me as my Bodyguard. I didn't expect his understanding, coz honestly, I wasn't even sure if it was right that I actually agreed to hire him...

He wanted to get to know the reason why I wanted him here, but in the meantime I had reached a point at which I wasn't even sure anymore if there were any plausible reasons left...

I didn't want Blade to feel like he was caught in a cage when he was with me, but apparently that was how he felt. Yes, he was able to protect me from the media, but he lost no opportunity to show me that I wasn't a part of his family anymore. I could sense how much he hated it to be around me...

When I looked at him, I couldn't help thinking and looking back to the old memories we had and wishing I could change the past. I knew that I was still trying to see my brother in Blade, I didn't want to give up on him, but no matter how much I wished for, I couldn't bring back the happy teenager he had been once.

It was hard for me to realize that my younger brother wasn't that teenager anymore. Over the years in which I had lost track of him he was grown up and became an independent adult who didn't need me anymore.

But still, I wondered what happened to my brother's soul, and turned him into this cold, emotionless person which scared me so much...

I didn't know how to talk to him, I didn't want to give up on him but I didn't know what to do anymore than to despair. In fear of saying too much, in fear of saying too little, the helplessness didn't let go off me. It felt like a hard wall I was running against over and over again and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't mess with his strength nor with his coldness. With the fight we just had, I only realized all the more that the last decade had nothing left between us except strangeness.

Somehow, Zachary slowly faded away from me like the rest of my family...

I needed two attempts until I finally had struggled myself up to my feet. I stumbled woozily through the hallway towards the Living room. All I was longing for was to climb the arduous stairs up and crawl into my bed. Turn off the hurting reality for the rest of the night until the first relentless rays of dawn from the next day would wake up my lonely shell again....

But I didn't come that far. When I had reached the doorframe to the Living room, I felt a little giddy and needed a short break, so my hands reached out for the sides of the door frame for balance. In my current state I was a drunk mess, coz I needed to find anything which could help me to escape from my sorrow, to alleviate the pain... at least for a while.

When I had trooped myself, I raised my head and looked around what Zachary was doing and saw that he was busy bustling through the room. He shouted for Bandito who apparently didn't hear us yet. It was the first time I experienced my brother in a stressed condition. With his indifferent "I don't give a shit about anything" attitude, I wasn't even sure if there's anything in this world that could bring him out of his unflappable behaviour.

Actually, I didn't plan to talk to him again after our wrangling over, but to experience him suddenly upset and the fact that Bandito wasn't there made me unsure. To be honest, I was afraid to ask him what was going on, coz after the fight we just had, I didn't want to strain his nerves even more and he was obviously tensed already. But I also wanted to know where his dog was who had nothing to do with our brannigan.

I stood there silently for a while watching him, my hands steadied myself against the doorframe for balance, contemplating about what I should do.



When I had finally worked up my courage and decided to ask him what was going on, he suddenly turned around, ran towards me and grabbed me at my arm tightly before I could say anything.

What the hell...? Was our rangling over not enough violence for today? Was he going to push me down again?

With his new sudden outburst of roughness, memories swirled through my mind and I couldn't help to remember about what Skye told me that there had been a brawl in which Zac was involved when he got mugged. Based on what Skye said, my brother meddled into a street fight without asking... even though he didn't give a shit about Skye... It made no sense for me.

Did he just like to bandy and be violent?!?

All these unsolved mysteries gave me headaches. Added to this, the alcohol and not eating the whole day had weakened my legs that I had problems to keep my balance without the safe doorframe around me.

"Stay behind me Taylor! Something happened in your house. Hold on tight and don't let go!" My brother commanded in a stern tone and looked at me with his shrewd brown eyes which tolerated no dissent. Before I knew what was going on, he had positioned himself in front of me and led me in a firm grasp behind him through the Living room.

It was weird that he said 'your' house, even though it had been our common home years ago, but the uncertainity about what he was planning to do had a higher priority at that moment for me.

"What are you doing now again? Let go off me!" I slurred and tried to pull my arm away from him, although his grasp gave me the support which I needed to stand and walk upright.

Why couldn't he just talk to me instead of acting without even asking?!?

"Shut the fuck up Taylor! There might be someone in your house." He spat harshly in my direction, then laid his index finger over his mouth to motion me to be quiet.

What did he say? How did he know?

For a moment I considered if it was just one of his bad jokes and that he wanted to play one of his stupid games... with that language of the gutter which he used, I always had to reckon that he was kidding me.

Or maybe I was too drunk that I couldn't really take him and the situation seriously. But then something unexpected happened... he suddenly pulled a gun out of his belt.

I was totally taken aback!

Did he lose his mind now completely?!? Where the hell did he get that gun from?

I felt goosebumps building up on my skin. Obviously my impressions were right that he was connected to something criminal.

And now I was alone with that thug in my house at night who hated me and had a gun on top of that.

It felt like I was trapped in a nightmare. I was drunk and tired and all I was longing for was to crawl into my bed and hopefully find some sleep to not bear my brother's coldness anymore for the rest of the night. It made me mad that he treated me so respectless, but at this moment, I was too intimidated by his violent behaviour that I didn't know what else to do, but to follow him to not experience another outburst of his anger.

When we two ill-assorted persons reached the hallway of the other side of the room, I froze in my tracks as we suddenly saw that the back door which leaded into the darkness of the garden was open. It looked creepy, the door swayed slightly to and fro caused by the night wind from outside.

It wasn't possible to see if there was someone in the garden because the sight was too dark, but I immediately knew that Zac was right that something must have happened in the house when I saw some metal remains from the door chains which he had installed earlier lying on the floor in front of the back door.

My brother raised the gun up and unlocked the trigger with a quiet, hardly audible click.

Seriously, in which skid row did he grew up that he walked around with a gun in his belt as if it was nothing?!? And why was Skye so reticent when I asked him about my brother...?

"The fucking Freak has brought his own equipment." He commented almost inaudibly to himself.

I couldn't listen to his words anymore though, coz I already felt the panic building up in me and my heart began to race. I wasn't even sure what scared me more, my armed and dangerous brother or the imagination of a possible burglar in the house...

Desperately, I tried to pull my arm out of his grasp again when we suddenly heard a noise coming from inside the dining room and my blood froze in an instant. I wasn't able to move for about the next ten seconds. I wished I could say that it was just a dream or a crime series, but unfortunately this was the reality and the spook didn't seem to be over.

"Zac....." I begged. In my daze and fear, I even forgot his explicit warning not to call him like that anymore, all I wanted was to get out of his tight grasp. Why did he always act like a soldier on a mission?

"Shh!" He sharply hissed, turned around to me and put his hand over my mouth while he glared at me with his dark eyes which looked even darker now than usual in the twilit hallway.

Great. Instead of listening, my younger brother preferred to play CSI with me. He didn't let go off me and leaded me behind him towards the room where the noise came from.

It was dark in the hallway through which we walked and I didn't even want to know what was behind the door to the room to be honest. That the dining door room was shut, which I actually kept always open only confirmed me even more that something was wrong. After the creepy letters I received and the murder of wife and unborn daughter, I surely had experienced enough cruelty for the rest of my life...

There was it again. The noise from the dining room. It sounded like someone scratched against something. It wasn't directly behind the door, all my ears could make out was that it came from somewhere inside of the room.

I tried to listen harder, but at that moment Zac suddenly let go off me and pushed me back a bit. I backed away quickly, praying he wouldn't hit me. Before I knew what was going on, he kicked in with a hard kick against the inward opening door which flew open into the dining room with a loudly bang in an instant.

I took a few seconds until I found my voice back...

"Holy Shit, are you out of your mind Blade?!? You can't destroy my property however it crosses your mind! " I shouted at him angrily. For a moment, I forgot my drunkenness and everything else, except his violent behaviour. He was insane! There was no other explanation.

My younger brother acted like a bull in a china shop.

As if it wasn't enough that he didn't give a shit about me or anything else, now he had to show that he didn't care about the conditions of my belongings on top of that. I wouldn't allow that he destroyed the furniture which were the last leavings from our parents.

Speechless, I looked down to the side of the damaged wood of the door.

I couldn't believe that he just broke down a door and destroyed another door locker. Furiously, I turned around to look where the damn scrapper was now.

I had enough of his immature, violent behaviour!!!

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