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"Am I going to have to worry about you tonight Isabella?" My dad Charlie stood in the doorway, hands on his hips, head hanging. He hated these nights. The ones when he gets called into work. And fortunately for me it happened pretty often. Being the Police Commissioner of Seattle was a busy job and being the Police Commissioner's daughter in the small town we lived in was fucking brutal. Once a guy heard that he was out the door, never to be heard from again.
"Why would you ever ask that Dad?" I smiled to myself, fully aware of the mischief I was about to get into, and took my last bite of my sandwich.
"You know why."
I just grinned at him.
"Kid you are really trying to kill me," he sighed and turned to leave. "Eleazer I'm leaving."
Eleazer was my bodyguard. I know, it's laughable. Especially when you see the man. Eleazer the Geezer would be a more appropriate name. He had to be close to seventy years old. Retired from the FBI. He was a hard ass, no doubt, but if it came down to a chase, he'd be eating my dust.
I turned and started up towards my room.
"I already changed the locks on your windows!" Eleazer shouted. That bastard was a pain in my ass. I was counting down the days until he finally quit. The last one only lasted two weeks. He was nearing the month marker.
"Don't you know that's a fire hazard!" I shouted, scrambling up the stairs. I slammed the door behind me and pressed the lock.
My phone started vibrating in my pocket and I smiled.
"Bells. Are you ready?" I could hear his rickety car in the background.
"Almost. Charlie just left."
"What about the old man?"
I leaned over close to my mirror and wiped at my makeup.
"Not a problem."
"Okay I'm just pulling up now."
"I'll be out in a minute."
I hung up and grabbed my purse before taking a look at these new measures Eleazer had set up. Not too bad. I had to admit the old man sure put up a fight to keep me in line. But I was one person that wasn't meant to be tamed.
I spun around rummaged in my desk for my tool kit. It took me less than a minute to pop the lock off. I swung my legs over the windowsill and started shimmying down the drainpipe. Not as easy as they make it look in the movies. I'd ripped my pants off more than once. Not that I can say that the boys minded.
I glanced over my shoulder about halfway down and stuck my tongue out at Jake, who was laughing hysterically at my display. I finally made my way down and started running towards Jake's car. He'd parked far enough away and turned the lights off so Geezer wouldn't see us.
"I'd give it a 6," Jake said as I got in the car, nodding towards the drainpipe.
"Fuck you it was brilliant." I closed the door and he started the car up.
The front door whipped open a moment later and Eleazer was out on the porch, down the steps, and starting to run after us. I wasn't quite sure what he was planning to do. I don't care if he was a fucking Gold Medalist in track, we were in a soon to be moving vehicle that wasn't going to stop for anyone. I laughed as Jake jerked his car into gear and sent us sailing into a spin, dirt and pebbles spraying out. I managed to flip Eleazer the bird before we disappeared out of sight.
I turned my eyes to Jake as I felt his hand rest on my thigh. I felt that familiar fire burning deep in the pit of my stomach. Jake and I weren't dating. He was actually my best friend. But we were more of friends with benefits. We fucked around a lot, but we didn't need that extra baggage of being in a relationship. In all honesty, I don't think we'd work that way and I was fine with that. My eyes raked over his body, only imagining what I was going to be doing to it in a few hours.
"Later…" Jake winked, obviously aware of my wandering eyes.
We drove for a while and turned down a small winding driveway. The cars were lined up along the side the whole way down to the house. I could hear the music before I could see the lights from the house.
Jake parked the car and we started towards the house. He started towards the bar and got us both a drink.
"Bella. Didn't know if you'd make it tonight. Heard your old man ripped you a new one for last time." Mike walked over and put his arm around my shoulders.
"Please Mike." I laughed and took a sip of my drink. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warm feeling coursing down my throat.
"Hey guys! I stole some of my brother's weed, who wants some?" Jessica waved the little bag in front of us. I could smell it and immediately wanted in.
"How much do you want for it?" I asked, finishing the rest of my drink.
"How much?" Jessica giggled. That bitch could be so annoying sometimes.
"All of it."
Her eyes widened for a moment as she tried to stammer out a response.
"How about you just take this?" I pulled the wad of cash out of my pocket and took the bag out of her hand, replacing it with the money. "It's way more than it should be, don't worry."
I turned around and reached out for Jake. We started towards the front door, grabbing a bottle of liquor along the way.
I stumbled down the porch steps, falling down onto my hands and knees into the dirt. I can't blame it all on the alcohol, I was a clumsy ass. Jake laughed and helped me up. We slowly made our way out to his car, falling all over each other the whole way.
He took a few sips out of the liquor bottle while I pulled out the bag and started rolling a joint. I smiled as I finished and brought it to my lips, lighting it with a match from his glove compartment. The car started to fill with smoke and I could only imagine the contact high Jake was feeling. I tried to roll my window down to get a little fresh air.
"That one doesn't work."
I smiled and crawled over, leaning my body over his and reaching for his window and cranking it down.
"Gimme that," I said, grabbing for the bottle of liquor. He handed it over willingly and I felt his eyes linger over the sliver of exposed skin between my shirt and the top of my jeans.
"Gimme that." He licked his lips and bent down to place a wet kiss on right above the dimples of my lower back.
I grinned and glanced back at him. I brought my legs over to his side of the car and straddled his lap.
"This is a little difficult to do in the front seat." I whispered, intentionally bumping my butt against his steering wheel. The horn echoed out.
"We made it work before."
"It's only a hop, skip and a jump to the backseat."
His fingers started roaming over my body.
"I can't wait that long." His eyes were dark as they stared into mine and I knew I was lost to him now. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my face to his, biting down gently on my bottom lip. I groaned in response and let my hands move down his rock hard abs and down to his jeans.
I woke up the next morning with what I thought, or hoped was the stick shift poking me in the ass. And I was right unless Jake was having a wet dream about last night. I squinted into the light and stretched the best that I could in the Matchbox car. I jumped as something tapped on the window. I clung to Jake and turned around.
"Oh shit…" I said as Charlie opened the car door.
"Oh shit is right. And watch your mouth." Charlie grabbed me and pulled me out of the car. "Go home Jake."
Jake didn't argue and started his car. He never argued with my dad. Mostly because his dad was best friends with my dad. And Billy could be a dick if he wanted to be. Almost bigger than the one who had hold of my collar at the moment.
"Get in the car." He opened the door for me and I sat down. We were silent for most of the way home. He only spoke as we pulled into our garage. "Eleazer quit last night. He's gone already. Said something about getting pebbles in all the wrong places." His fingers tapped anxiously on the steering wheel.
"Thank God. I'm an adult, I don't need a babysitter anymore." I started to get out of the car.
"Stay. Put." Charlie said. "You are not eighteen for a few months Isabella. And you are far from the maturity of an adult so don't give me that shit. You know why you need one."
"Yeah, yeah. You're the Commissioner of Police, and you have a lot of enemies in the crime world, blah, blah, blah. So when is the next clown arriving?"
My hand froze on the door handle. He's here? That was fucking quick.
"Wanna take bets on how long he's gonna last?" I laughed.
"I think you'll have a hard time pushing this one away. He's put up with a lot more than any of the others."
Great. I thought. Just like I needed another pain in my ass, which was throbbing at the moment from Jake's stick shift.
It was 5:45 in the morning. I was wide-awake. I quickly shut off my alarm clock before jumping out of bed. I ran my fingers through my hair, straightening it out a little. It didn't help. It had a mind of its own. I sat back down on the bed and reached under to get my tennis shoes.
By six I was out and running. Five miles a day. Sure it wasn't necessary anymore, I doubted I was ever going back there. But it gave me something to do. Something to keep my mind on other than…
There was something about the morning that I loved. Everything was quiet. Still. And not in an eerie sense like I was used to. It was almost untouchable. I ran around the neighborhood and turned down a narrow dirt path leading right into the forest. It was my usual route, the one I took every morning. I found it the day after I got back, relieved to finally get away from everyone. I know they were just trying to be nice, but if one more person looked at me with that look of pity I was going to loose it. It happened and I had to deal with it. And to be honest I wasn't dealing with it so well.
I tried to clear my head of everything and just focus on my breathing as I made my way through the woods. I was back at my house and showered by eight.
I stood in my bathroom, wrapped in a towel and brushing my teeth when my phone rang. I groaned and spit my toothpaste out before I walked over and picked it up. It wasn't a number I recognized and normally I wouldn't have answered, but I did.
"Uh. Hi. Is this Edward?" The man on the other line sounded a little weary.
"Yes. Who's this?"
"This is Police Commissioner Charlie Swan. I got your name from your father."
"Carlisle?" He wasn't really my father. He and his wife Esme adopted me when I was little. My parents died in a car accident.
"Yeah. He said you might be looking for some work?"
"I'm looking for a…bodyguard for my daughter."
"I'm sorry sir I'm not a babysitter…" I started to hang up.
"Please. Just…listen. I'm desperate. And I don't say that very often. My daughter is a handful and I can't be with her all the time. She needs looking after, I've got some enemies that would love to see me hurt. And she's pretty much the only way they could."
"Commissioner Swan. I'm really sorry, but I don't think I'm your guy."
"Listen Edward. I know…about what happened to you. All these other guys I've hired couldn't cut it. I know you can. I can offer you a more than generous salary and we also have a guest house that you can stay in."
I looked around my dingy apartment and contemplated how much a Police Commissoner makes. Had to be better than this. How hard could it be to take care of a little girl? I sighed and shook my head, not believing that I was actually going to do this.
"Okay I'll do it. When do you want me there?"
"Can you come today?"
"Today? Uh…where are you?"
So that's how he knew Carlisle. He was one of the doctors at the hospital in Forks. My brother moved back there with him when we got back.
I scratched my head and looked at the clock.
"I can be there a couple of hours. I need to get some stuff together and take care of some business here."
"Sure. I'll text you the address so you have it."
"Okay sure thing."
My finger lingered over the end button. "Yeah?"
"Thanks. I really appreciate you doing this."
"No problem. I'll see you in a few."
I hung up the phone and pulled a bag out from underneath my bed. I didn't have many possessions so I wouldn't need to pack up much. Just the essentials. I rented pretty much everything else from my landlord. I went downstairs and knocked on his door to let him know I was leaving, but he didn't answer. So I slipped my last month's payment under his door with a note saying he could rent the apartment out. I didn't know when I'd be back. Or if I'd be back.
The drive to Forks wasn't bad. I contemplated on whether I should stop in and say "Hi" to my family. I was pretty close with my brother Emmett, so I decided I should.
Esme ran out onto the porch as soon as she saw my car pull up, a huge grin across her face. It was impossible not to love her. She was the kindest person I've ever met in my life.
"Edward! What are you doing here? We weren't expecting you were we?" She started down the steps and wrapped me in a hug.
"No, no. It was a little unexpected. But I'm kind of moving back here. Sorta."
"Oh that's wonderful sweetheart. I'll go make up your room. We've been using it as a storage room for a while now, but it won't take long…"
"No Esme. Thank you but I won't be staying here."
"You took the job?" She smiled.
"I did. Just wanted to stop in and see you before I headed over there."
I held the door open for her and we stepped inside the house.
"Is that my little Bro?" Emmett started down the stairs and put his arm around me. "I miss you being around bud. You should come around more often. You staying for dinner?"
"No I can't. I'm taking a job with the Police Commissioner and I've got to get over there."
"You're not the new babysitter are you?" He smirked.
"Bodyguard. Not babysitter."
"Wow. She's a pistol Edward I hope you can handle her."
"I'm sure I can handle a little kid Emmett."
"Little kid?" He laughed. "Yeah. I'm sure you can." He slapped my shoulder and continued laughing to himself. I felt like I was in the dark on some kind of joke.
"Sweetie can't you stay for just a little bit?" Esme popped her head around the corner.
"No. I'm sorry. I told him I'd be there in about ten minutes. I don't want to be late."
"Of course. It's okay. I'm just happy we'll be seeing you more often." She ran over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"Hey Edward why don't you give me a call later? Let me know how your first day went with the little one." Emmett laughed again. I wanted to deck him but I didn't have time. What was he hiding from me?
"Will do." I nodded and headed out the door.
Charlie's place was easy enough to find. I guess the large gate at the front kind of gave it away. I rolled down my window and glanced at the intercom. I had no idea how to do this. You'd think with my experience a simple intercom would be easy.
"Edward?" I jumped as a voice came in loud over the speaker. "Press the green button and talk."
"Yeah," I said, holding it down.
"I'll let you in. Veer to the right when the driveway parts and that'll take you down to the guesthouse and the garage where you can park your car."
There was a loud buzzing noise and the gate swung open. I started driving down the long driveway. It parted just like he said, but not before I saw the mammoth house. It was nice. Nicer than my parent's house, which was hard to do. Esme had immaculate taste and on a doctor's salary anything was possible. I continued down the path and came to a much more modest, but still just as nice house. It was more like a cottage with a small rock path leading up to the front door. A small garage sat to the side of it, which I assumed was what Charlie mentioned, so I pulled my car in and shut it off. I grabbed my bag out of the trunk and started inside. I wasn't sure if I should just…go in, but the door was unlocked so I ventured inside.
It was modest, clean. I didn't need much so it was perfect. A small leather couch sat in front of a stone fireplace, a small plasma television in the corner. The hardwood floors extended all through. It was almost like one big studio apartment. An almost sheer room divider hid most of the bed along the wall. The kitchen was to the right and was big enough for just me. I set my bag down on the bed and started putting my clothes away in the drawers. I spun around when I heard a knock on the door. A tall man with an overpowering mustache stepped in and smiled slightly.
"Edward. I'm Charlie." He extended his hand and I shook it.
"Nice to meet you."
"I see you've found your way around. If you ever need anything don't hesitate to ask. This is your home now too. We have someone that comes in and cleans every week so don't worry about washing your sheets or anything." He puts his hands on his hips, racking his mind for anything else.
"So is your daughter here? I'd like to meet her." I closed the bottom drawer.
"Um. She's not here at the moment. I'm about to go pick her up. But I was hoping we could just talk about a few things before you meet." He gestured to the small bar in the kitchen and took a seat on one of the stools.
"Now I understand that you're…younger than most of the employees I've had in this position, and obviously a lot closer to my daughter's age. So I understand that you may be more of…almost friends than she was with her other bodyguards. I'm actually hoping for it. From what I hear you're a pretty stand up guy and maybe she could benefit from spending time with you. But I just need you to remember to maintain a professional relationship with her. And that your job comes before anything else. "
"Of course sir."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. "This is a key to the main house and your house, as well as both garages." He hands me a few keys. "There's an intercom in the main rooms of the house, as well as my room and my daughter's room. There is one in this guest house, it's by the front door. The code to get into the front gate is 0913. That is not to be shared with anyone, is that understood?"
"Alright I'm going to go get her now. I'll let you know when we're back. Feel free to roam around the main house or the grounds, we have some beautiful gardens and meadows on the property. Just make sure to have your phone on you if you aren't in here."
"Sure thing." I smiled as he stood up and left.
I took a short walk outside, just to get familiar with the layout of the property. It would be decent for running in the morning. The gardens were as beautiful as Charlie had said, and there was even a small patch of woods towards the back. I made my way back to the guesthouse and laid down on the couch to rest my eyes for a moment. I didn't realize I'd fallen asleep until I felt the grainy sand brushing across my face.
"I can't see anything!" Felix yelled. The truck was rocking all over the place. It was the worst sandstorm we'd seen since we'd been here.
"We've just got to make it back to camp. It's just over that hill there." Demetri shined the light ahead, trying to help Felix see.
I sat in the back, gazing out over the land we'd just come from, watching for any sign of them. Of anything. It was my job. And then it hit.
I jumped awake and realized I was back in the guesthouse. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, trying to shake away the memory. Two beeps made my head spin around.
"Edward. We're back. Could you come up to the house please?"
I shuffled over to the intercom and pushed the green button.
"Sure thing, I'll be right up."
I slipped my shoes on and started up to the house. There was a stairway up from the guesthouse to the back of the main house. I followed the path around to the front and stepped in the front door.
"Yeah Edward come on in." He appeared from what looked like the kitchen and stood at the bottom of the staircase. "Isabella come down here please!" His voice was harsh. I couldn't imagine being so cross with a little girl.
My jaw dropped as a fully grown teenage girl stomped down the stairs. I now understood what Emmett was laughing about. She was…beautiful. Soft face, the biggest brown eyes I've seen, and her lips. Even with her makeup smeared all to hell she was beautiful. But none of that mattered. Even if I wasn't here to do my job, I was way too messed up for anyone right now.
"Isabella, this is your new bodyguard Edward."
"Edward this is Isabella."
Isabella cocked an eyebrow my way, like she was almost as surprised as I was.
"Hi." I managed to stutter out.
"Hi yourself." She smiled.
"Why don't you show Edward around the house? It'll give you two some time to get to know each other."
Isabella sighed, like she was incredibly annoyed by the suggestion.
"Oh that's really not necessary." I shook my head, not wanting to cause any rift.
"No it's fine," Isabella said. "Right this way…" She gestured extravagantly towards the kitchen. "So….this is the kitchen."
"I think the fridge gave it away," I said, smiling her way. She seemed nice enough. Maybe a little sarcastic, but I could handle that.
She grinned and continued through the house, avoiding the upstairs where I assumed her bedroom was. My jaw dropped for the second time when we entered the basement. There was a full blown workout room occupying almost half of it. I found where I'd be spending most of my time. They even had a few punching bags in the corner.
"You like it?" She asked.
"I think your smile gave it away," she joked and sat down on the weight bench. I decided it was the right time to talk with her about the whole…situation we had, so I sat down beside her.
"So I just wanted to clear the air with this whole...bodyguard thing. I don't know what the hell you do to piss your dad off so much, but I'm here to do a job. I don't want it to be uncomfortable between us, I mean you're…how old?"
"Almost legal," she winked. I gulped hard.
"Okay and I understand that you aren't a little kid. Even though I'll admit I thought I was coming to babysit an eight year old, which you are clearly not."
"So just…work with me here and I'll do my best not to hover okay?"
"Deal." She leaned forward. "So how old are you?"
"Uh…I turned twenty one last summer."
"Sweet. You can buy us booze."
I gave her a stern hard look, but she just smiled.
"I'll take that as a no." She got up and started upstairs. I had a bad feeling. Like I was getting in way over my head. This girl was going to be difficult. I got up and followed her up the stairs.
"Um. Thanks for the tour."
"No problem. Stop by anytime." She winked and disappeared up to the second floor.
I sighed and started back towards the guesthouse, completely stressed out already.
"I need a run," I whispered, breaking into a jog and vanishing into the trees.