The Bodyguard

The Bodyguard (Chapter 3)

Recap:

I was about to correct him when Mr. Shaw, who looked up and followed Mr. Jones's gaze to me, spoke first. "She’s your new bodyguard, Craig." I saw Mr. Jones look at me again before turning to Mr. Shaw with, what I’m sure was going to be some comment about my gender and, because of the look of sudden anger on his face, I knew there was going to be some shouting. Great, it's my first day, I only just started officially on the job and I was about to witness an argument, probably one of many, breakout between Mr. Shaw, the manager, and Mr. Jones, the star. It’ll be interesting to see who wins I thought to myself hiding a small grin.

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Chapter 3                                                                                           

"I told you I didn't need one! And she's a girl! What is she going to protect me from? A spider, no wait she's probably scared of them!" Mr. Jones shouted at Mr. Shaw, not seeming to realise, or care, that I could hear him.

Mr. Shaw, who looked unfazed by the shouting, simply suggested. "We should discuss this when we get to your dressing room." I'm sure that Mr. Jones would have answered if it hadn't been for what happened next.

I had seen a man twice my size heading towards us starring at Mr. Jones, with what could only be called a death glare. I recognised him as one of the people from the crowd but didn't think it was an autograph he was coming to get. I stepped in front of him, blocking his approach and said "I'm sorry you're not allowed back here. Mr. Jones will be signing autographs afterwards." The man barely spared me a glance, only to see if he could get past, before trying to barge past me. No one was talking behind me, so I guessed they were watching this interaction, this would be my chance to show Mr. Jones I could protect him and myself perfectly fine.

I grabbed the charging man's arm as he tried to pass me, he didn't notice and kept walking which is what I wanted him to do, when he had gotten far enough so that his arm was behind him, I bent the arm I was holding and shoved it up his back, coincidentally forcing him into a wall, in the position of the police man's hold, which I know from experience to be painful. The man still tried to get free but I just took hold of his other arm, straightened it out and pushed against it, so that it was in such a position that if I applied more pressure it would break.

"You should stop struggling or I might break your arm, and I’m sure you wouldn't want that." I threatened him. I kept applying pressure as I turned to see shocked faces all round, and addressed Mr. Lloyd "Could you phone the police, Mr. Lloyd? This man needs to be held and questioned."

Mr. Lloyd seemed to remember what was going on instead of just staring and replied, "I'll go do it now. Do you need any help with him?"

"No, I have him under control." I answered. Mr. Lloyd didn't look convinced but still left to phone the police without comment, as he walked away he rubbed his bald head, which I had noticed in my short time in his presence meant he was worried

 I ignored the others and turned back to the man I had hold of. In my back pocket I had handcuffs, which all employees were expected to carry while on the job just in case of situations just like this one where we needed some way to restrain someone. I used my shoulder instead of my hand to apply pressure to the police man's hold, while I used my now free hand to fish the handcuffs out of my back pocket. I got them out and put it first around the hand I had in the position that could break his arm, then the other one. When I was done I turned him around so he was facing me, bracing my right arm across his chest and holding his shoulder with my left hand and asked "What were you trying to do?"