Girl On The Run

13

Or I could just try to befriend them. That was the least risky idea. 

I just need to get him to let some guards go so the house isn't surrounded by them. I need to do something that isn't too extreme that I end up getting an innocent killed, but also not to light that no changes happen. 

So here I was, standing right in the middle of the garden staring at the back of one of the guard's heads as I contemplated a plan. 

"Hello. You seem like you have very nice conversations-"

That sounds so fucking stupid Drea!

I don't know maybe "Nice outfit-"

He's literally wearing all fucking black like every single guard!

I was arguing with my brain for hours thinking of the perfect thing to say but it was getting harder and harder to channel my brain cells since I was losing them in the process. 

"Shit!" I whisper-yelled. I quickly closed my mouth as my eyes widened. 

"Is there anything you need, Donna?" A timid voice asked.

 I looked up quickly in fear. 

Holy crap I'm a fucking idiot.

 The guard spoke with his face still turned away from me. 

I wonder why all of the guards never look at me.

"Um, I'm sorry I just wanted someone to talk to?" My words ended up sounding like a question and I was mentally beating myself up. 

"I am unable to speak to you without Don's permission, however, if you are lonely I can phone him for you-"

"No! No, I'm more than fine!" I quickly shut off his idea. 

"Alright, Miss. Have a good rest of your day." His voice sounded like he was extremely young.

I was about to just turn around and give up when my curiosity began to arise. 

"Hey, why won't you look at me?" I asked him in a bit of a rude tone.

"I'm so sorry Donna, but the Don has given all guards specific instructions to not speak or look at you. I'm going against his orders but not only speaking to you but telling you this." He said formally in a robot tone.

Well of course he did, he's Antonio for god's sake!

"It's fine, don't apologize. You can look at me it's fine, he won't hurt you." I said softly. 

"Are you sure, miss?" He asked me.

"Yes, I'm sure. I promise I won't let him hurt you."

I could just about see the guard having a hard time deciding what to do. His hands were a little shaky and he seemed nervous and afraid.

I felt so bad for him.

He turned around slowly and I took in a harsh breath. 

This wasn't a man, it was a kid. He looked to be about only sixteen or seventeen. 

His cheeks were tinted red and he fidgeted timidly. 

"How old are you?" I blurted out. My eyes scanned the scar that ran along his eyebrow to his chin. 

"I'm fifteen." 

What the fuck?

What is a child doing here as a guard? This isn't right at all. 

"You're very beautiful, Donna." He smiled at me and I sent a warm and sympathetic smile back. 

"Thank you."