In Love With My Disguised Bodyguard

~Skai Warm breath hit my face. I tilted my head a bit, avoiding his murderous and dead eyes – void of emotions. Sweat broke out on my skin, a throbbing headache hit me like a volcano. Hot tears stung the back of my eyes, I fought the tears more than I struggled for myself. “Please leave me!!” I whisper-yelled, my whole strength wavering. I tried to fight, to free myself. What could I do when I felt my bones breaking, his grip too tight on my little arm? My heart hammered seeing my helpless mother wail. “Mother.” I forced the words out of my throat, a bit louder than the prior. “You're weak, just like your father.” He cackled, his arms pulling me away from my mother’s reach. The edge of lips tilted upwards formed a cryptic smile, heightening fears forward. He wasn't faceless this time, at least hiding not hiding beneath his mask. “Skai!” my mother cried. Helplessness curled around my throat like a snake – suffocating. “Please, she's all I have.” Like a feather in the wind, my u

~Skai “Skai, your father loves you.” His voice was calm as a gentle breeze, just like always. I reached for him, scared he’d disappear the moment my fingers touched him, but he didn't. He was finally here with me. I felt his arms, my smile drawing wider on my lips until it was all laughter. “I love you too, Daddy.” My words tumbled out in a rush, for fear I won’t get another chance to say them. The strong stench of antiseptics and blood attacked my nostrils – almost choking. A dry cough escaped from my lungs; my eyelids pulled apart. “You're awake.” He murmured. “We might need to administer him sedatives.” His white coat, glasses and my fragile demeanour explained one thing: he was the doctor. “I’m fine,” I muttered, trying to alter my voice. “You need medical attention,” the doctor said, reaching out to my shirt. “I'm fine, doctor,” I said, pulling out the IV drip from my arm. “I’m alright, really,” I said, using the soft bed as a support material as I stood up. “You

~Skai My heart hammered against my ribs as though it wanted to break through, my saliva sticky as glue. For a second, I was too stunned to react. Questions stuck in the middle of my throat, but I let them down, avoiding more suspicions. I felt like a failure again; it's been barely days since I got there, and I wouldn't let it pass me by. The questions ran through my mind instead, as I watched him walk over to his desk, hoping he'd bring a sack letter. He pulled out his chair; the tyres squeaked in the deafening silence of the office, obstructing my intrusive thoughts. He settled in the chair, leaning back, the rays from the window blinds almost illuminating his face. He leant in and spun the atlas map on his desk, then back into his chair. A ray of light straightened across his face. My gaze met the map of North America staring straight into my eyes. Reminding me of my childhood home, when I thought life was all smooth and rosy. Uncertain of the direction to look, my eyes scann

~Skai My bedside alarm beeped, jolting me back to life. I pushed aside the sweaty bed sheets and swung my legs over the side of the mattress. My legs hit the fluffy rug as I stood up wearing my comfy bedroom slippers. I moved to the other side of the room, adjusting the drapes and opening the window. The outside view was the same – few cars moved. Letting the chilling air fill my senses, I breathed in and out. I have been on assignments for the past week, getting used to the environment. I dusted the chip crumbs off my bed, cleared my table and tidied up the room. It was a routine. I moved to the kitchen area to make some sandwiches and tea. Not a fan of coffee. Shovelling the sandwich into my mouth, I leaned against the counter and checked the time. It's just 6am. I went back to my room, opened the middle part of my desk. I pulled the file out to have a final look at the content. I had an idea of almost every detail about the company. With each passing day, I wandered deep

Skai’s POV Days passed, and I hadn't been able to find any information. My right leg above the other as I swivelled in the chair. Staring at the ceilings, I remembered the six rules engraved within my memory like a scribe on a parchment. Do not assume anything Do not trust any individual Stay within your core Maintain your cover Do not look behind you, you're never alone Blend in, go with the flow Gradual, deliberately and measured. My moves - It's like a wave, no matter how it tries, it'll always crush against the rock at the shore. Because that rock? The rock is a dead end. But I'm that wave that never crushes. My impulsive movement is like falling down a cliff. There should be nothing pleasing about that because when I hit the bottom, I’ll be dead. I wasn't concerned about the landing. I was suspended in the act of falling. After fear and self-imposed shackles, there’s a thrill, excitement. The… unknown. I didn't have to act according to my reflexes. I can