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After two days, I insisted my father to bring me home already, fairly convincing him after I walked with my crutches, barely limping.
Well it was useless nonetheless, because he insisted that I go around in a wheel chair.
I blew my fringes out of my face in frustration as my mother wheeled me towards our house. The two maids greeted us as we made our way in.
Andrew Prior. My father.
My father is a political leader, one that holds a high status in the local government of Chicago. We live in a fairly big house but not so large like the mansions that you see rich people with. Despite the power my father holds, he doesn't let it get to his head. He provided us with what we only needed. He is a very reasonable man, always thinking over things, no matter how small they are. Risks are very much not worth for him.
When we made it in the living room, I saw my father sitting on one of the white sofas. His legs were crossed as he held a newspaper in front of him.
His image displayed on the front page catches my eye.
If my father is featured in a headline news, I was very sure the way he got there was because of all the wrong reasons.
Lies.
I cleared my throat and he was startled by this, judging by the way his shoulders jumped.
"Hello father." I smiled at him and he walks towards me to give me a hug.
He pulled away and puts a kiss on my forehead.
"Welcome back, Beatrice," he greeted me with a small smile and he held my mother's hand, acknowledging her. "Feeling alright?"
"I would do fine without the wheelchair," I blurt out suddenly. My mother gives me a look. I closed my mouth.
"It was a deal, case closed." He immediately dismisses the topic and goes back to the place he was sitting on a while ago.
"So about your bodyguard..." I know that he knows I don't like having a bodyguard even one bit.
It makes me look weaker.
"Father, please." I pleaded him. Maybe I can convince him to not give me a bodyguard.
"Beatrice," he says firmly, "You got into an accident again. For the sixth time this month. Should I wait to go through drastic measures until you get in a serious one? You know I don't like taking risks."
Well, maybe not.
"Fine," I huff in defeat, "But not in school."
I don't want Peter and his crew laughing at me for being followed by my knight in shining armor. Yeah right.
"No, he will come with you everytime you leave the house."
"But dad-"
"No." I was about to open my mouth in protest. "And that's final."
"Hmph." I crossed my arms across my chest. I know I'm being childish, but this is not the time for thinking about being mature. Especially when my father is not being one.
"Beatrice," my mother starts and she slowly moves in front of me. "Please understand your father. He's doing this for your own good."
She looks at me and I avoided her gaze. "I just want to go up."
She just nods. She started pushing my wheel chair.
"You will meet him tomorrow morning." I heard my father say.
I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock, going off. I immediately turned it off and covered my head with my pillow.
I don't want to get up. This morning I will meet my brand new bodyguard.
Gee, I can't wait.
Someone knocks on the door.
"Beatrice, take a shower already. Your father and your bodyguard are already waiting for you downstairs. Call me when you're ready." I hear silence after that and I knew my mother already went down.
Maybe I'll just stay here until that bodyguard of mine becomes pissed off and backs out. Then my father will give up and let me have my way.
But I know that can't happen.
With a groan, I pushed myself up and fixed my bed. I limped towards the bathroom. My injury was not that serious. They really exaggerated about it.
I did everything in a daze, putting on a baggy gray shirt and some fit jeans. I finally decided to walk out of my room and face my fate.
At the top of the stairs, I saw my parents talking to a guy-wait- I get a bodyguard that is a guy?
I don't have anything against that, but I predicted it to be a woman at least...
and a bit older than me. Like thirty or something.
This guy just looks like around eighteen.
I held on to my crutches on one arm, hold the railing on the other, and started slowly down the stairs.
My mother, seeing me, immediately helps me and I roll my eyes.
"Mother, I don't need any help," I muttered to her. But she insisted and held my clutches for me, holding onto my free arm.
When we make it to the living room, I glanced at the guy and observed him. He looks familiar.
I searched my head if I aleady met him, but none came to mind. Just a misconception, maybe.
Short black hair, deep blue eyes that stared right at me and full lips.
He's handsome.
I shook my thoughts off of my head and turned to my father.
"Beatrice, I'd like you to meet Four, your bodyguard." Father motions to him.
I barely nodded my head in acknowledgement. I am not ecstatic about this.
And I should make him know about it as early as now.
He nodded his head slightly in return.
I guess we both are.
Father coughed to rid of the awkwardness. "Four will be living with us now so he can go with you whenever you leave the house."
I don't have the energy to argue with him anymore. It's useless anyway.
"We'll be leaving you two to...to get to know each other." My mother smiles at me, holds my hand and walked away with father after he kissed me on my forehead.
I stayed on my seat, sitting stiffly as I play with my hands.
Never in my life have I thought that my hands were the most interesting things in the world.
But right now, they are.
"What happened to you?" He's starting a conversation.
I hesitated for a moment, thinking if I should answer or not.
I decided to answer. He'll be with me for who knows how long anyway.
"Got into an accident." I didn't bother elaborating.
"Why?" He looks like he didn't care at all, but his voice exudes curiosity.
"Uhmmm..." I hesitated again.
Should I lie?
"I uh...tried to ride a motorcycle," I looked away, "and fell."
"Well, that was rather careless. How could you fall?" He smirked and I glared at him.
"I'd like to see you try." The nerve of this guy!
He laughed as I crossed my arms and huffed.
I opened the door slowly, careful to not make any noise as I did so. I looked to my right and spotted Four's door. It was quiet. He must be asleep already.
Perfect.
I reached for my crutches leaning against the wall and limped my way towards the stairs.
I really am giving myself a hard time. But I've got to get out of this house. It's suffocating me.
I wore a long-sleeved dress that is fit at the top with a full skirt that goes down slightly above my knee. I also put on some doll shoes in favor of my injured leg.
If I was going to Christina's party, I have to dress up good enough for her.
I was able to go outside in a few minutes without any disturbances.
I hopped my way to the car when I felt somebody behind me.
"Where are you going?"
I jumped in surprise at the deep voice and turned around.
I find myself facing Four and I instinctively took a step backward.
His hair was a mess and his white shirt, that was beneath his suit a while ago was a bit crumpled, untucked with the top part unbuttoned, showing his collarbone. He was devastatingly handsome.
I gulped. I've been looking at him longer than necessary.
"Uh- I was just going outside. You know, hang out with friends...?" I laughed awkwardly, hoping he can take that as a good enough excuse.
"At the middle of the night?" He raised his eyebrow and looked at me. "Give me the keys."
He held out his hands. I was dumbfounded.
"I'll drive you there."
I immediately gave him my keys and he helped me get to the car. I shivered as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, supporting me.
I get inside the car and he puts my crutches on the backseat. I can still feel his arm ghosting around me.
He hops into the driver's seat and starts up the car.
"Where?"
I looked at him blankly.
"Where will you go?" He asks again, irritated.
"Geez, Mr. Impatient. I'll tell you when to turn left or right."
He just nods.
Minutes later, we pulled up in front of a big mansion.
Christina is a rich girl. Her parents own a large corporation of chains of five-star hotels in Chicago named Candor Corp.
She was my childhood friend. Nobody believes that really, as we were complete opposites. She's loud, I'm reserved. She loves partying and I don't.
And that's the reason I grimaced at the sight I saw.
Teenagers were getting wasted in their backyard and I hear the loud music blasting from their speakers.
Oh, Christina, you never change.
I looked at Four and I saw him staring blankly at the mansion.
"You're going there?" he asks, a bit incredulously.
"Yeah, why?" I raised my eyebrows at him and he just looked away.
"I'll just wait here." He unbuckles his seatbelt as I smiled at him.
I laughed. "Do you think I'll just let you stay in here when I'm having fun?" The having fun part was a lie.
Why am I being friendly with this guy anyway?
I reached for my crutches at the back and slapped his arm.
"Come on." I chuckled as I get out of the car. I struggled a bit getting out because of my leg.
He immediately comes to my aid and held out a hand for me.
I bit my lip. I'm being weak again.
I did not move for a minute.
But he helped me anyway.
I tried to get it off my head. You will need help sometimes.
He slipped his arm around my shoulder again and I try to prevent myself from shivering despite the warmth his body is exuding.
I looked at him and feeling my gaze, he also looks at me.
We stood there in front of Christina's large oak doors, just looking into each other's eyes.
A minute passed, no one moves.
I search his eyes for something. His eyes were deep, as if anytime, I could drown in it. I am aware of how close we are, but I didn't move. If anything, I wanted our distance to disappear.
He breaks his stare. I coughed up and looked away, rubbing my arms to get rid of the goosebumps.
He removes his arm from my shoulder and I frowned a bit.
Why am I like this?
Someone opens the door.
"Tris!"
I turned around just when Christina hugged me. She smells of alcohol. I scrunched up my nose at the smell.
"You're leg is still injured, right? Why are you here? And don't tell me because you want to party." She knows me so well.
"I needed to get out of the house."
Her eyes turned into tiny slits, scrutinizing me, just like what she always does when she's deciding whether I was telling the truth or not.
"You know I'm telling the truth." She chuckles but stopped when she noticed Four beside me.
"Well, you finally got yourself a boyfriend?" Christina asks suggestively, her eyebrow raising a bit.
I feel my cheeks heating up and I hear Four beside me cough to rid of the tension.
"He's my uh..." Should I tell her? "...bodyguard...?"
My answer came out as a question.
"That's what you get for that. I'm not arguing with your dad this time, girl. You're too much of a daredevil!" she exclaims, raising her hands in effect.
"Nice to meet you Four!" She smiles at him and holds out a hand. Four just stares at it.
I whispered behind Christina's ear. "He's not very friendly."
Christina immediately tucks her hand away, a bit embarrassed. "I see."
She laughs a bit awkwardly and lets us in.
"Make yourself feel welcome. Party's in our yard." She points out to her right and disappears, leaving Four and me alone...with wasted teenagers making out at every corner I can spot.
I can feel the ground thumping, the vibrations coming from the music blasting from the speakers outside. Christina's house turned into a wasted night club. I silently gagged at the sight.
I clenched the bars of my crutches and sat on the only free sofa Christina had in the living room. Others were occupied by a couple making out. I mentally cringed.
My eyes passed to Four who just stood there looking at me. It was awkward.
"Uhmm..." I was not really sure of what to say to him. "You can do whatever you want. I'll stay here."
He just nodded and took a step towards the yard, unsure of what to do. But his hesitation vanished when I saw him disappeared into the yard.
I sighed.
What was I thinking anyway?
Someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around.
Al.
Al. Someone I've been in class with since fifth grade.
Al. Someone who has a crush on me since fifth grade.
He's a good guy, but I can't like someone like him. He's too...
sluggish.
He offered me a drink. I looked at it blankly.
"Come on. Try it." He urged me, bringing the cup closer to me. I cringed my nose up in disgust at the smell.
"Sorry. I don't drink." I put my hands up in front of me, pushing the cup away from me.
Are we even allowed to drink this?
"Something to get your mind off to."
I thought for a minute. Maybe, it's time for me to try something new. I took it with hesitation and brought my lips to the brim of the cup.
I felt a burning sensation in my throat as I gulp it down. It tasted weird but I took another sip.
"This is..." I stopped, trying to find the words to say. "Good."
He smiles, a perfect row of shiny white teeth showing.
He started talking probably about his action figures or something. I wasn't really listening. I kept nodding my head though when necessary.
I looked around. Four was nowhere in sight. I keep taking sips at my drink, shuddering as I felt the burning sensation hit my throat.
I find myself asking Al for another.
Then we were there, talking and talking. Everything went by a blur, really.
I remember being taken upstairs to a room. My mind was hazy. I can't think of any logical thoughts.
But when I felt someone's lips trailing kisses across my face, I panicked.
But it was hard to move. The boy was strong. He was pinning me down.
I tried to wriggle out of his grasp but he holds me tighter. I can't do anything but cry.
I sobbed and the person stopped.
My vision was blurred with tears and I heard a door being opened forcefully.
I see Four.
Then my vision turned into black.
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