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Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,064
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0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own The Bodyguard, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Rachel stepped foot into her house. It was quiet. No videos were being shot there. No interviews were being scheduled. No music came from Nikki’s studio. Rachel missed the sound of her sister’s workout music. God, it seemed like only yesterday she was laughing and splashing around in the pool with Fletcher. She knew her son missed his aunt like crazy. She also knew that Frank was keeping something about her sister’s death from her. But, maybe it was for the best. Maybe…
“Mom?” Rachel turned, seeing Fletcher standing on the staircase, still in his pajamas. It was early. Frank had ordered Rachel to go home and at least get a change of clothes. But, she’d sworn she wouldn’t be gone more than a couple of hours. It did feel nice to get a little quiet time with her son, however. It seemed that she rarely got to spend any time with him by herself. When he was born, she’d spent all of her hours with him. But, when he started to get a little more independent, she’d started recording and touring more and more, and when the movie came along, she’d spent so much time publicizing the movie and performing, her son had been under her sister’s care.
“Hey sweetheart,” Rachel said with a tired smile, walking over toward him and wrapping him in a hug.
“You just getting home?”
“Yeah. I stayed with Frank at the hospital last night. Did you and Henry get along ok here last night?”
“Yeah. Henry’s out back yelling at the pool boy,” Fletcher said, rolling his eyes. “Is Frank coming home today?”
“He’s gonna be in the hospital another day or two. But he’s ok, Fletcher. Don’t worry. I’m going to go get a shower and get a change of clothes, and then I’m going to go back to the hospital.”
“Can I go too?”
“I think you better stay here.”
“I thought the bad guy was dead. Isn’t it safe yet?” Rachel winced on the inside. She hadn’t wanted her son to know about any of this, but media was a hard thing to avoid. She knelt down in front of him.
“Fletcher, I want you to feel safe.”
“I do feel safe. I just want to go see Frank. I want him to know I want him to get better. Remember when he saved me from the boat before it exploded? If I don’t go visit him, he might thing I don’t care.” Rachel smiled a little.
“Well, he knows you care, Fletcher, but you know what, I think he would like you to come visit him. We’ll stop and get something to eat on the way, ok?”
“Yeah!” Fletcher replied. “I’ll go get dressed.”
“Alright.” Fletcher started back up the stairs, but he paused and turned back to his mother.
“Oh yeah, and mom?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m glad you won that award last night. You deserved it.” He flashed her a smile, and she smiled tiredly back at him, before he disappeared up the stairs to his bathroom. Rachel was left again in silence, and she slowly sat down on the stair step. She ran her fingers through her hair, feeling her pulse pound at her temples. God, what she wouldn’t have done for a drink.
She looked down at her hands. They trembled, and she could barely control them. They felt as if they were no longer part of her. They’d been stained with his blood just last night, and now they only held the memories.
Was she being selfish in wanting him to stay? She’d always put herself and her son first. What about Frank? What if he needed to be away from her? Maybe he wasn’t supposed to be her bodyguard. Maybe his getting shot was a sign that he should get the hell away from her and never look back. Apparently Fletcher’s father had felt the same way. Only days after telling him she was pregnant, she’d watched him walk out that door, and she hadn’t seen him since. God only knew what Mark was up to these days.
Deciding that she didn’t want to think about her past right now, Rachel pulled herself up, holding onto the banister for support, when her knees nearly gave out. She was exhausted. She’d slept an hour, maybe two at the most while at the hospital. She woke at every little noise, paranoid for her own safety and for Frank’s. Being afraid for her life had been nothing compared to the excruciating wait for Frank to come out of surgery. She’d nearly torn her hair out in frustration, waiting for answers. When she’d seen him after surgery, he’d been groggy and didn’t remember much, so she’d vowed to sleep in his room, which had come at a price for bribing the nurses, but it was worth it. Staying with Frank was what she needed, and she liked to think it was what he needed too
Just as she entered her bedroom, the phone rang.
“Hello?” she asked, flashbacks from the call she’d gotten in Miami flashed through her head. That guy was still out there somewhere.
“Yes, may I speak to Ms. Marron?”
“May I ask who’s calling?”
“This is Sid Freeman from Celebrities Today,” the woman explained. “I was wondering if I could set up an appointment to interview Ms. Marron about last night’s Oscar events.” At those words, Rachel put the phone back on the hook. The nerve of some people. She had nearly been killed last night, and Frank had come even closer, yet here these people were, eager to learn more about it. She didn’t want to relive that night for anything, and having to talk about it was not going to be easy. She knew she would have to eventually, or else they’d never stop hounding her, but right now, all she wanted to do was be with her family—what little she had left of it—and with Frank.
Thankfully, Sy wasn’t around to make things worse for her. She’d promised Frank that she’d get rid of Sy when they were in Malibu, but it turned out that she’d needed his help after Nikki’s funeral. Surprisingly, she hadn’t heard from him since the Oscars, and she figured he was out giving interviews and taking the highest bidder for the first opportunity to talk to the woman who’d nearly been assassinated on national television.
She quickly washed herself up and changed into a nicer outfit. She did her hair and put on a little makeup. All the while, she thought about Frank, and she thought about the way he told her he didn’t think he could protect her. The first time he’d said that was the morning after their date. It had been a wonderful evening with an even more amazing end, but everything had changed between falling asleep and waking up. When he’d told her that they couldn’t sleep together and work together at the same time, she was hurt. He’d opened up to her about a lot of things in his life, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized that she knew more about him than he knew about her.
With a sigh, she silently promised herself that she was going to let him get to know the real her. When he was feeling better, they were going to go away, just the two of them. Nobody would have to know where. They didn’t have to be lovers, but they could be friends, right? She closed her eyes, remembering the way he’d held her and kissed her. She remembered the feel of that cold steel in her hands and the way her scarf had slid over it and split in two. He knew how to be a great lover and a great bodyguard. He’d been everything to her, and then he’d cut her off, for what he had said was the best. It certainly hadn’t been the best for her.
Turning her television on, the first thing she saw was footage of herself walking up to accept her award, followed by the pandemonium afterward. She shook her head and watched as if she was watching someone else. It was all so surreal. Seeing the look of pure horror on her face and the panic on Frank’s as he pushed her down, and the bullets flew at them, made her heart race. She was reliving it, and it was horrible.
“Ms. Marron has yet to make a comment about last night’s events.” Rachel shut the television off at that, and she lay back on her bed, closing her eyes. When she closed her eyes, she could only see him lying there in her arms, bleeding out so quickly.
The silence was nauseating. She sat up and got herself out of that room. She made her way downstairs, and minutes later, Fletcher came down, ready to go to the hospital.
“Ready to go, baby?”
“Yeah,” he answered with an affirmative nod. Rachel reached for the doorknob, and just as she stepped outside, everything went black for a moment. She paused, holding onto Fletcher’s shoulder for support. “Mom? Mom, you ok?” She said nothing. She just waited for the darkness to go away. She knew she was exhausted. She’d barely slept much in the past month. Everything had happened so quickly, and she realized that it was catching up with her.
“I’ll be ok. Let’s get going.”
Rachel stepped foot into her house. It was quiet. No videos were being shot there. No interviews were being scheduled. No music came from Nikki’s studio. Rachel missed the sound of her sister’s workout music. God, it seemed like only yesterday she was laughing and splashing around in the pool with Fletcher. She knew her son missed his aunt like crazy. She also knew that Frank was keeping something about her sister’s death from her. But, maybe it was for the best. Maybe…
“Mom?” Rachel turned, seeing Fletcher standing on the staircase, still in his pajamas. It was early. Frank had ordered Rachel to go home and at least get a change of clothes. But, she’d sworn she wouldn’t be gone more than a couple of hours. It did feel nice to get a little quiet time with her son, however. It seemed that she rarely got to spend any time with him by herself. When he was born, she’d spent all of her hours with him. But, when he started to get a little more independent, she’d started recording and touring more and more, and when the movie came along, she’d spent so much time publicizing the movie and performing, her son had been under her sister’s care.
“Hey sweetheart,” Rachel said with a tired smile, walking over toward him and wrapping him in a hug.
“You just getting home?”
“Yeah. I stayed with Frank at the hospital last night. Did you and Henry get along ok here last night?”
“Yeah. Henry’s out back yelling at the pool boy,” Fletcher said, rolling his eyes. “Is Frank coming home today?”
“He’s gonna be in the hospital another day or two. But he’s ok, Fletcher. Don’t worry. I’m going to go get a shower and get a change of clothes, and then I’m going to go back to the hospital.”
“Can I go too?”
“I think you better stay here.”
“I thought the bad guy was dead. Isn’t it safe yet?” Rachel winced on the inside. She hadn’t wanted her son to know about any of this, but media was a hard thing to avoid. She knelt down in front of him.
“Fletcher, I want you to feel safe.”
“I do feel safe. I just want to go see Frank. I want him to know I want him to get better. Remember when he saved me from the boat before it exploded? If I don’t go visit him, he might thing I don’t care.” Rachel smiled a little.
“Well, he knows you care, Fletcher, but you know what, I think he would like you to come visit him. We’ll stop and get something to eat on the way, ok?”
“Yeah!” Fletcher replied. “I’ll go get dressed.”
“Alright.” Fletcher started back up the stairs, but he paused and turned back to his mother.
“Oh yeah, and mom?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m glad you won that award last night. You deserved it.” He flashed her a smile, and she smiled tiredly back at him, before he disappeared up the stairs to his bathroom. Rachel was left again in silence, and she slowly sat down on the stair step. She ran her fingers through her hair, feeling her pulse pound at her temples. God, what she wouldn’t have done for a drink.
She looked down at her hands. They trembled, and she could barely control them. They felt as if they were no longer part of her. They’d been stained with his blood just last night, and now they only held the memories.
Was she being selfish in wanting him to stay? She’d always put herself and her son first. What about Frank? What if he needed to be away from her? Maybe he wasn’t supposed to be her bodyguard. Maybe his getting shot was a sign that he should get the hell away from her and never look back. Apparently Fletcher’s father had felt the same way. Only days after telling him she was pregnant, she’d watched him walk out that door, and she hadn’t seen him since. God only knew what Mark was up to these days.
Deciding that she didn’t want to think about her past right now, Rachel pulled herself up, holding onto the banister for support, when her knees nearly gave out. She was exhausted. She’d slept an hour, maybe two at the most while at the hospital. She woke at every little noise, paranoid for her own safety and for Frank’s. Being afraid for her life had been nothing compared to the excruciating wait for Frank to come out of surgery. She’d nearly torn her hair out in frustration, waiting for answers. When she’d seen him after surgery, he’d been groggy and didn’t remember much, so she’d vowed to sleep in his room, which had come at a price for bribing the nurses, but it was worth it. Staying with Frank was what she needed, and she liked to think it was what he needed too
Just as she entered her bedroom, the phone rang.
“Hello?” she asked, flashbacks from the call she’d gotten in Miami flashed through her head. That guy was still out there somewhere.
“Yes, may I speak to Ms. Marron?”
“May I ask who’s calling?”
“This is Sid Freeman from Celebrities Today,” the woman explained. “I was wondering if I could set up an appointment to interview Ms. Marron about last night’s Oscar events.” At those words, Rachel put the phone back on the hook. The nerve of some people. She had nearly been killed last night, and Frank had come even closer, yet here these people were, eager to learn more about it. She didn’t want to relive that night for anything, and having to talk about it was not going to be easy. She knew she would have to eventually, or else they’d never stop hounding her, but right now, all she wanted to do was be with her family—what little she had left of it—and with Frank.
Thankfully, Sy wasn’t around to make things worse for her. She’d promised Frank that she’d get rid of Sy when they were in Malibu, but it turned out that she’d needed his help after Nikki’s funeral. Surprisingly, she hadn’t heard from him since the Oscars, and she figured he was out giving interviews and taking the highest bidder for the first opportunity to talk to the woman who’d nearly been assassinated on national television.
She quickly washed herself up and changed into a nicer outfit. She did her hair and put on a little makeup. All the while, she thought about Frank, and she thought about the way he told her he didn’t think he could protect her. The first time he’d said that was the morning after their date. It had been a wonderful evening with an even more amazing end, but everything had changed between falling asleep and waking up. When he’d told her that they couldn’t sleep together and work together at the same time, she was hurt. He’d opened up to her about a lot of things in his life, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized that she knew more about him than he knew about her.
With a sigh, she silently promised herself that she was going to let him get to know the real her. When he was feeling better, they were going to go away, just the two of them. Nobody would have to know where. They didn’t have to be lovers, but they could be friends, right? She closed her eyes, remembering the way he’d held her and kissed her. She remembered the feel of that cold steel in her hands and the way her scarf had slid over it and split in two. He knew how to be a great lover and a great bodyguard. He’d been everything to her, and then he’d cut her off, for what he had said was the best. It certainly hadn’t been the best for her.
Turning her television on, the first thing she saw was footage of herself walking up to accept her award, followed by the pandemonium afterward. She shook her head and watched as if she was watching someone else. It was all so surreal. Seeing the look of pure horror on her face and the panic on Frank’s as he pushed her down, and the bullets flew at them, made her heart race. She was reliving it, and it was horrible.
“Ms. Marron has yet to make a comment about last night’s events.” Rachel shut the television off at that, and she lay back on her bed, closing her eyes. When she closed her eyes, she could only see him lying there in her arms, bleeding out so quickly.
The silence was nauseating. She sat up and got herself out of that room. She made her way downstairs, and minutes later, Fletcher came down, ready to go to the hospital.
“Ready to go, baby?”
“Yeah,” he answered with an affirmative nod. Rachel reached for the doorknob, and just as she stepped outside, everything went black for a moment. She paused, holding onto Fletcher’s shoulder for support. “Mom? Mom, you ok?” She said nothing. She just waited for the darkness to go away. She knew she was exhausted. She’d barely slept much in the past month. Everything had happened so quickly, and she realized that it was catching up with her.
“I’ll be ok. Let’s get going.”