The Bodyguard - Chapter 27

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Title: THE BODYGUARD
Chapter: 27
Rating: Nc-17
POV: Taylor
Warnings: Language, Death, Crime, Violence
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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 overcome the shadows of the past?

Authors Notes: One new Chapter for now, more will come as soon as possible. Thanks as always to everyone who reads and comments. ♡
Here's Chapter 27

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Taylor:

The Screen of the TV showed several screens of the surveillance cameras Zac had installed. Among the alternate stripes suddenly appeared a black shape of a strange person outside the back door on the porch. I couldn't see much because it was very dark outside already, but it was clear enough to see that figure, someone obviously wanted to get in the house!

I was shocked, who was that person? Whether me nor the police could find that something in the house was missing after Natalie's death. No money or other valuables were gone. I couldn't even express how creepy the feeling was that the strange person apparently was not interested in stealing something tangible. I really didn't want to think about which other sick plans that person had, it was too strange and horrible. Why was he so obsessed with me that he burgled in my home after he already killed my family? Why did he scare me that much? Did he want to kill me, too?

"There is your freaky Stalker," my brother said in a vacuous tone.

I couldn't even answer him.

The time in the bottom corner of the Screen showed that it was 9:21 pm when the strange person appeared.

Someone looked through the bullet proof glass of the back door with a flash lamp in his hand.



A few seconds later, Bandito jumped into the picture, barked loudly towards the back door, which caused the person to jump back and only a few seconds later the person was gone. I wanted to let out a relieved sigh, but I knew that couldn't have been all.

Zachary pushed the button of the remote control for fast forward play again. I realized at that moment how serious the situation was and that my life was really in danger. It wasn't over yet.

The realization hit me like a hammer and gave me goosebumps on my whole body. Even though it wasn't even cold in the house, I was freezing and quivering. The sudden shock about my creepy Stalker had made me sober again. I couldn't even feel the alcohol anymore, I was just scared and my hands and legs were shaking.

After everything that happened to me in the last 24 hours, I didn't have any joy in living, but still, I loved life and I definitely didn't want to end in the hands of some strange sick Stalker freak.

Despite all my fears, I didn't want my little brother to know how I felt, so I put my hands between my legs and pressed them together as hard as I could, in hope they would stop shaking and get warmer through my forceful pressing.

Bandito must have sensed my uncontrollably trembling, he immediately cuddled closer to me a bit. I felt really bad that something happened to Bandito and I wondered if my brother blamed me for that.

Was it my fault?

But most of all, would letting my little brother doing this job put even more guilt on me if I'd risk to bring him and me in dangerous situations?

All ego complexes aside, I definitely didn't want Zachary to get in danger as well because of me, but I also didn't want him to leave me. Was he really able to deal with this situation? I was torn between being afraid to lose him and expose him to danger. I wasn't sure if it was a selfish act from me to keep him, but I also knew that I would never see him again if I'd tell him to go at this time.

I sensed that these days in which my brother were working for me were my only chance to fix our broken brotherly bond if there was still a chance at all...

I knew that I would lose him forever this time if I let him go now and I knew that I would regret it forever if I didn't take this chance.

Blade was my only family. No matter how much he scared and hated me. All I had to do was to find the key, the key to his heart. Because I still love him. Yeah I did.

After all these years, suddenly my fate caught up with me and was now paying me back for what I had done to my parents and my younger brother.

It was probably naive to believe I could live a happy life forever. There had always been a missing unfulfilled spot in my heart because of Zachary. I couldn't count how many times I wondered what happened to him. How many times I tried to search out for him, coz I wanted to let him know that I didn't forget him and missed him. I wanted to explain him my reasons and for him to forgive me, I knew that I made a mistake when I left him back then. But the guilt that our parents died because of my fault burnt into my soul so deep that I just didn't know how I could face him. I was always afraid that he would say the one sentence to me which I scared the most.

"You Taylor killed my parents."

With Zachary's presence I realized how much I still felt guilty about that. Evidently, he still blamed me for leaving him alone and the death of our parents. Even if his hate against me would never cease, I knew that it would be justified...

I wanted my brother back, even though I had no idea if I had deserved to get a second chance.

Now, nine years later, my fate finally had caught up with me.

That's what I was aware of when I had to face the second appearance of the stranger on the TV Screen about one hour video clock time later.

This time, the person had brought a toolbox with him and after he had quickly looked through the room with his flash lamp, he suddenly took a boring machine out of his tool box and began to drill a hole into the door locker without even minding Bandito's loud barking and the siren's wailing of the alarm system which were almost drowned out by the noise.

"I thought the new door lockers would be safe..." I thought out loud.

Oh shit! Had I really said that? Great Taylor. Instead of trying to find a way to him, I pointed out the probably most inappropriate remark I could say at that moment. It was definitely not my intention to question my brother's technical skills which doubtlessly always have been better than mine. I bit on my lower lip, wishing I could remove my stupid remark which accidentally left my lips too soon before my mind could really think about it further.

"Every door locker isn't more safe than its weakest spot, Blondie."

He informed me without turning his attention away from the Screen and managed to make me feel even more stupid because of my comment. I knew that he was right, but in my nervousness, I just needed a distraction from the creepy fact that someone burgled in our home.

I turned to him and watched him for a moment, wondering if the scene didn't scare him at all. Sure the Stalker was interested in me and not my brother, but still, he was here to protect me and it didn't seem to alarm him at all. He was so calm and his casual posture looked as if he was just watching some random movie.

How was he able to control his feelings so well?

I wasn't even sure anymore if my brother was right that it would have been better for me to not watch this creepy shit, because unfortunately these recordings weren't a movie, they were real.

They were about the person who was trying to get me and it scared the hell out of me.

As the burglar was finished with tunneling a hole, he opened the back door and stepped into the house. I pulled my hands out of my legs and covered my mouth with one of them as I could see him clearly for the first time.

The person wore black clothes from head to toe which covered his head and his whole body.



He sneaked into the room with inaudible steps, his movements were so smooth and calculated. He seemed to be confident and not scared at all, apparently exactly knowing what he was doing.

A cold shiver went down my spine while I felt panic building up in me.

The next scenes passed by me like in a drunken daze.



Bandito jumped towards the burglar and bit into the intruder's leg. The person, who I think now is a man because of his body height tried to pull away from him as he hurried through the room, but Bandito didn't let go off of him.

Their wrangling over went on and on until they reached the dining room. As the man realized he couldn't shake Bandito off, he suddenly pulled a pocket knife out of his pants pocket and... I looked away to not have to see the next scene... All I heard was a yelp of Bandito and the slam of the dining room door afterwards.

"That fucking sicko just got a new enemy!"

My brother exclaimed hatefully, gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. He aimed the pistol towards the TV as if he could shoot the burglar through the Screen.

I looked up again to the unbearable scene, tearful and quivering. Like through a fog, I watched how the burglar hurried out of the back door almost running and the video shortly ended after that.

I couldn't make a move. My thoughts were everywhere. It was one of those rare moments in which not even my fantasy could help me out of my fear.

That was the person who killed my family and hurt Bandito. And he probably wanted to kill me, too.

Even though the burglar was gone now, I was full of panic and stricken with fear. I didn't feel safe in this house anymore.

"Andrew... where are you?" I whispered almost inaudibly.

I wasn't sure if my brother noticed my trembling because I was too occupied with my fear and my emotions.

"That video is more frightening and disturbing than I thought..." I admitted quietly.

He turned to me after that. "You don't need to be scared as long as I am with you."



I returned his look, unsure what to think. Was he serious? I wasn't sure how I should take his words, it was the first time he said something nice to me, but I couldn't think about it further, I was too shocked about the video scenes I just saw.

"We have to get out of here for now!" he suddenly stated, stood up and took the videocassette out of the player. He shoved the cassette into his pants pocket and lifted Bandito up from the couch again.

He definitely didn't need to tell me twice. With regained strength in my legs I quickly stood up as well.

"Yes, I'd rather spend the night in a hotel than here." I agreed. "I'm gonna pack a few clothes quickly and then we can leave asap."

He furrowed his eyebrows at that.

"Taylor, you don't need your fucking clothes, you have to get out of here! Now!" He shouted angrily at me and shook his head in disbelief after that.

I winced about his loud voice, he was right probably. The situation was new for me, that's why I didn't know how to deal with it. The video certainly pushed me into compliance but I think it was also the way Blade carried out his commands on me.

I followed my armed brother towards the front door. Despite his warning, I couldn't help myself though to rush for a second into the bathroom next to the front door to fetch my dopp kit. When we go on a 3-day trip, I usually, pack over 7 outfits, just in case I will hesitate about what to wear. For sure it wasn't the right moment to think about that, but I wanted to take my own toothbrush and some care products with me at least. I felt Blade's serious stare on my back as I grabbed the stuff and took my bag with my diary and my camera in it from the clothing hook. I wanted to pack away my dopp kitt into my bag but before I knew what was going on, he grabbed my arm firmly.

"I know you want to look pretty princess, but it's for your own good!" He said and shoved me roughly out of the house.

"Don't be so rough! I get bruises from your grip." I complained because his firm grip was somewhat painful.

"Don't be so fussy!"

"I'm not..."

"Don't bother me now! Tell your frills and furbelows someone who gives a shit, prissy girl."

"I won't be spoken to like that! I'm a civilized, cultivated person and I won't stand such primitiveness from a Neanderthal with no manners!"

"What the fuck am I doing here, Taylor? It's about time to tell me truth, don't you think? I don't fucking care what a hysterical drama queen you have become, coz I'm not the one who badly wanted this job. It's not my fault if your sissy manager and you can't make arrangements. So what the fucking hell is the point of this shit?

"Blade... you are my bodyguard but you are also my little brother."

"I already told you that I'm not here for a fucking family reunion Taylor. If you don't get that, we should end this shit better soon than late. Coz it's my fucking time you're wasting here. You don't need to say more than one word and I'll piss off. Believe me, you can't do me a better favor!"

"That's not what I want..."

We continued fighting, but the moment we walked out of the door, I saw Andrew's police car arriving and released a relieved sigh.

I couldn't even express how glad I was that Andrew was here now and that I was able to walk by myself again. I really didn't need another embarrassing experience.

Hastily, I ran the front stairs down towards him, as he and another police man which I haven't seen before got out of the car.



"Taylor, are you alright? This is Derek, one of my workmates, come here and tell us quickly what happened."

He greeted me shortly, laid his hands on my shoulders and shoved me away from the stairs. His workmate gave me a nod, then hurried around the house to the backside.

With a shaking voice, I told Andrew about the happenings as fast as I could manage and what we've seen on the video.

He threw a serious glance towards my brother who luckily had put his gun away now. "Hey soldier boy," he said but Zac ignored him.

I wasn't sure what Andrew would think about the fact that my brother was wearing a gun around. I wanted to find more about my brother's current life and hoped my forebodings that he was connected in something criminal wouldn't turn out to be true. I didn't want to get Zachary in possible problems with the police because of that.

As he reached us, he pulled the video cassette out of his pocket and handed it to Andrew in the most despiseful way possible.

"This 's the surveillance video. I need a copy of that, got it?!"

Instead of waiting for an answer, he walked away and carried his dog to his car. We looked after him for a second and I couldn't help to wonder what Andrew thought about that my brother carried everything around like a sack of potatoes how he wanted to...

Luckily, Andrew didn't react to it, none of us didn't need another discussion. Besides, fighting with my brother wasn't the reason why he came. But he was clearly more upset this time as he turned his attention back to me. I couldn't blame him.

"Did Blade anything to you?" He asked when my brother was out of earshot and looked in my eyes so emphatically that I knew he wouldn't accept anything, but the truth.



Let's see... my brother destroyed my dining room door and was apparently a gun-toting criminal who
almost throttled me in his headlock... to make it short.

I silenced. Everything which would come out of my mouth at that moment wouldn't be right...

I wasn't sure if Andrew saw it as a confirmation, coz he suddenly spoke again.

"I can take you home with me Taylor after Derek and I have checked your house. You can stay with Skye and me until tomorrow, what do you think?"

He was offering me accommodation for the night and I didn't know what I should do. His offer was very inviting to me to be honest. If I decide now to go with my brother, my life would be in his hands.

I would give my life in Zac's hands and maybe even die in his arms if he wouldn't be able to protect me from my Stalker.

I knew that I shouldn't leave Zac again, though. Even if something serious would happen to me, I knew that I should stay with him and show him for once that I would stay by his side and show him my trust, regardless of the fact that he put no value of that anymore.

At least I would die and be with my family together again which was maybe not the worst imagination.

Added to that, if something happen to me, I would die in my brothers company.

On the other hand, I loved life. I realized that I didn't want to die anymore. Furthermore, I wanted to find out who that intruder was. I wanted him to get paid for what he did to my child and to my wife.

I looked up to Andrew, then over to my brother who was waiting for me at his car,



then back again to Andrew.

My life was in grave danger.

Was I really ready to jump and give my life into my little brother's hands...?


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Comments

[zacharygirl.livejournal.com]

I can't even say how much I would be scared in a situation like that... loved the inclusion of the visuals as usual. And I also really hope for Taylor to go with Zac.

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