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I was in my room enjoying the view of the sun reflecting on the cliff when I got summoned by Grandfather, after what happened yesterday, we barely had time to talk to each other.
“You called for me” I asked as I walked into his study,
“Yes” he leaned back into his chair, his eyes were dark and heavy, like he hadn’t had any sleep.
“I have hired a personal bodyguard for you” he stated.
I looked puzzled, “Why would I need a personal bodyguard?” The men surrounding the estate were more than enough.
“For protection, he is the best at what he does”
I still couldn’t shake off the fact that he was scared, knowing him, he wouldn’t tell me what it is no matter how many times I asked.
“I can protect myself” I answered,
“I know but I have already hired him, he will be here any minute from now.”
While studying the US, I also learnt martial arts to defend myself, as a child from such a powerful family, I was bound to have enemies so I made sure I was prepared.
“If you say so” I responded giving him a kiss on his forehead as I walked out of the study.
I hadn’t prepared for the winter in Greece, it was much colder here than it was in the US, I needed more clothes to keep me warm.
I took a shower and grabbed a pair of white tees and a jean, then grabbed my purse.
There was no need to bother Grandfather about where I was going, it was just a little shopping and I would be back before he knew it.
I took the keys to his black Mercedes and drive out of the estate to the closest boutique.
After an hour of shopping for clothes and a little distraction into shopping for shoes and jewelry, it was time for me to head back home.
My hands were completely full as I made my way to parking lot.
Barely reaching for the keys in my purse, I didn’t notice the car riding towards me.
“Watch out” a voice yelled and pulled me before I was run over by the car.
I stumbled to the ground, my head resting on chest of this strange figure.
When I raised my head to him, I was met with a set of dangerous blue eyes staring back at me.
Short brown hair, tight jaw and a bit of a mustache, he was gorgeous. I had no idea men like this could be bodyguards, he would excel more if he were a model.
He gently pulled me off the ground, and before I knew it, I was spun around.
The sound of a gunshot flew past my ears, blood splattered on my face.
He had been shot, I watched in horror as the people who shot him drove away in a haste.
“This way ma’am” he pointed towards my car as he held my hand, I hadn’t fully recovered from the gunshot aimed at me.
Who was he?
And why did he save my life?
Was this what Grandfather was worried about, that I might get killed.
“My name is Alfred ma’am, Alfred Kane. Your Grandfather hired me to be your bodyguard” I could hear him whisper.
Or maybe his voice sounded like a whisper because I was still grossed over the fact that someone tried to kill me.
“Ma’am” he called again pulling me out of my thoughts.
“Miss, call me Miss” I corrected him.
“Okay Miss” he responded and drove off.
When we got back to the Estate, there were barely any guards around the gate. Only to realize that they were all in the house, their faces grim as I walked into the house.
“What’s going on?” I asked confused.
Beck, the head of Security walked towards me, “ma’am, it’s your Grandfather” he bellowed.
He paused in his words and my brows knotted in fury.
“What’s do you mean?”
“He… he…” I couldn’t wait for him to finish the sentence as I run towards the study.
There my Grandfather was, laying in the pool of his own blood, his head on the desk as he held a cup of tea in his hand.
“No!!!!!!” I screamed as I rushed towards, “This can’t be happening”
Tears spilled from my face, I twirled his chair to face me and his face fell downward, there was no life in him.
“Wake up” I grabbed him by the collar, shoving him to wake. This must be a prank. It wasn’t possible.
I had just left him a few hours ago, he may have looked tired but he didn’t look like he would die anytime soon.
“Beck, hurry, we have to take him to the hospital” I ordered but he just stood there.
“Why are you just standing there” I screamed at him.
Alfred walked towards me, Blood dripping from his left shoulder. He placed two fingers on my Grandfather’s wrist and then at his neck.
Then he looked at me with sadness in his eyes, “he is dead”
I shook my head refusing to believe him, none of them were doctors, how would they know when someone is dead.
“He is not dead” I wiped the blood off his lips, grabbed his hand to carry him on my back. If they weren’t going to take him to hospital, then I will, I don’t care if I have to carry him.
“He is not dead” I muttered.
A strong set of hands grabbed me, pulling me away from him, I screamed to released but he just held me tighter, like a hug I never knew I needed.
“Look at me” Alfred said, my back pressed against the wall, his face was the only thing I saw as his body covered the view of my Grandfather.
“Look at me” he demanded.
“No, he is not dead” I tell him as more tears stream from my eyes.
“He is dead miss” he concurred.
“He is dead?” I whispered and he nodded his head. Why should I believe him? why should I believe those set of blue eyes staring pitifully at me.
But I did.
He grabbed my head and pressed it against his sturdy chest, my tears drowning into his vintage shirt.
His left hand circled around my waist hugging me tighter while he stroked my hair.
I cried harder than I have ever done in my entire life.
It’s hard not cry when you’ve lost your entire family.
- Writer
