Boundaries

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"Dad, how many times do I have to tell you?! I don't need a bodygaurd!!" I shouted at my father from upstairs.

"Yes you do Y/n, we already discussed this. Its nonnegotiable!" He pushed back, keeping his composure. Sometimes I don't know how he stays calm with me.
"This is so not fair!" I yelled before walking toward my room and slamming the door behind me.

I know I'm probably overreacting, but I don't want someone constantly hovering over me watching my every move. I'm almot 18 years old, I'm responsible enough to take care of myself.

Sighing, I lay down on my bed and begin playing some music. Mere seconds later, the loud voice of Corey Taylor fills my room as slipknot blasts through the speakers.
I don't look like the type to like this kind of music, but I do. People often tell me its surprising to find out I'm into this music genre.

Around 15 minutes later, 3 songs have already passed and I hear a soft knock at the door--barely noticeable through the music. My door opens up to reveal my dad, I pause my music and turn to look at him.

"What?" I ask, slightly annoyed that he interupted the song.
"The interview starts in half an hour, if you'd ike to get ready and meet me downstairs." He said before closing my door and walking off.
Thats right. My dad wants to personally interview these guys before he decides if theyre worthy of the job. What fucking bullshit, I don't need a babysitter.

If I have to do this though I might as well look hot. I already did my makeup earlier, so all I need to worry about is an outfit. I start rummaging through clothes, and clothes, and more clothes until I eventually settle for an outfit. It isnt anything fancy, just a red t shirt tucked into a black mini skirt, with my signature chains. I slip my black combat boots on and then leave the room after looking in the mirror.

Step after step I make my way down the stairs before taking a seat on one of the grey chairs in the living room. My dad was sat on the couch in front of me, looking as if he was going to speak.

"I'm sorry that this is the way it has to be, but this is the only way I can promise to keep you safe." He said. My dad works for the government and is constantly getting threats from rivaling countries, a lot of those threats involving me.

I decided not to answer that, because we both knew that I would be fine without a bodygaurd, he just wanted to take the extra precaution by getting me one.
A few moments later, the doorbell rang and my dad jumped up to get the door.

3 hours later, and bodygaurd after bodygaurd had left. There was only one more scheduled to come today, so if I played this right, he would leave too.

My dad opened his mouth to speak but was quickly (and thankfully) cut off by the doorbell. Once again, he went to answer it, and seconds later walked back into the room with a man following him. He was tall, toned, and had short black hair. Tattoos covered one of his arms, and his eyes were a piercing blue. Saying he was unattractive would be a massive lie, because honestly, he was the farthest thing from it. He took a seat in one of the chairs diagnol from me and then said hello.

"Hello, Mr. Brock. This is my daughter, the one who you might be watching over." My father said, gesturing to me.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Colby." He said with a smile and a nod.
"Y/n." I smiled the fakest smile back.

"Shall we start this interview then?" My dad cleared his throat.
"Yes sir." Said colby

"Ok, first question,"
"Why do you want to be a bodygaurd?" I cut my father off. "I mean theres plenty of other jobs out there. Retail, construction, chef, prositution..." I said while maintaining eye contact with colby.
"Well, Y/n, if you must know, its because this is the job I'm interested in. I've always wanted to be a bodygaurd--to protect people--and I'm physically capable of it now, so when I heard about this job I had to at least try, didn't I?" He replied with a cocky smirk, causing me to roll my eyes and flop back down into the chair.

The rest of the interview went by "smoothly" according to my dad, and it was officially time for the final question.

"One last question Mr. Brock," started my father. "Are you willing to do anything to protect my daughter, even if it costs you your life?"
"Yes, I am. I swear to always put your daughter first and never let anything happen to her."

"Ok, thats it then." My dad said, ending the interview.
"Yeah, I don't li-" I started, but was cut off by my dad saying the two words I really didn't want to hear.

"You're hired!"
"Really?" Colby smiled.
"Yes! Follow me to my office and we'll discuss the details." My dad beamed, standing as Colby followed.

Oh god no, anybody but him, please no! Even the guy who screamed at me to kill an ant when it got near him outside. But unfortunately there was nothing I could say or do to change it, my fathers mind was already made up.

When I got back into my room, I groaned, falling onto my bed and playing more music. I resumed my playlist, System of a Down echoing off of my walls as I hummed along.

Nearly an hour later I heard another knock at my door. Dreading who it is, I pretend I don't hear, only to be met with another knock. I turn my music down and shout a loud "come in" to what is revealed to be my dad. Thank God. Though I'm not sure if he's much better right now.

"Mr. Brock will be moving in the morning after I leave. I'll leave tomorrow morning, you'll be by yourself tomorrow night, and Colby will be here the next morning. Ok?" He said.
"Whatever dad." I said.

I turned my music back up once he'd left and resumed my moping.

Tomorrow was my final day alone and I was determined to make it a good one.

"Tomorrow night, 8:00pm, party at my house" I sent out to my old school groupchat. I was homeschooled my freshman year, so I didn't have many school friends. Or friends in general.
I quickly recieved tons of thumbs ups, which meant operation party was a go. One last night of independency.

Tomorrow was gonna be a damn good night and I'd make sure of it.