Taylor Ayers

‘I will be back as soon as possible.’ I nodded. ‘I just don’t want you to leave. But I know you have to.’ He tucked a strand of my wet hair behind my ear. ‘I will be back before you know it.’ ‘Pinky promise?’ I asked. I stuck out my pinky. ‘Pinky promise.’ We linked pinkies and shook on it. ................................................................................ . Taylor is a normal fifteen year old girl until her father turns her world upside down. With contracts, a relentless psychopathic general and a bodyguard who has many secrets. Will she be the person she is destined to be or will she be a rebel and defy the system her grandmother set out for her? Will she find love in her world which has been thrown in the bin and burned? She has to fight even harder than she did before to attempt to keep her life almost normal.


20. Pinky Promise


Pinky Promise?


I sat down on the stairs in shock.

‘You- you can’t!’ My voice was louder than normal. Chris’s head was bowed and he was purposely not looking at me. When he spoke again his voice was quiet and soft.

‘I have to go. I am so sorry.’ He paused. ‘Taylor. I have thought hard about it, I think I love  you.’ I glanced up at him.

‘I like- wait what?’

‘I said I think I love you.’ The enormity of what he said hit me. He loved me. Not like. Love.

‘Like. Seriously?’ I stood up from my sitting place. He pulled me into a hug.

‘And I never intend to let you go any time soon.’ I smiled into his top. My eyes burned with the tears threatening to fall.

‘But what about my bodyguard?’ I felt a drop of something fall on my head. Chris was crying. Chris who let nothing faze him was crying about leave me.

‘I don’t know. But I will hand pick him out. I promise that you will have only the best.’ I smiled through my tears.

‘I don’t want you to leave. What if you get assigned to someone else. What would I do?’ I looked up at Chris.

‘I won’t. I promise.’ He looked down at me.

‘Just come back okay.’

 ‘Okay.’ I heard someone walked up the stairs towards us. I pushed him into the room that was just behind us. Lucky for me it was the toilet. I walked in after him as his step mother walked up the stairs. I locked the door and started to run the tap gently. Then turned on the shower. She kept walking past. Chris sighed in relief as she didn’t stop..

‘What am I going to do?’ I whispered. Chris shrugged.

‘I don’t know.’ I pointed a finger at him.

‘Shut up.’ He slid a hand into the pocket of my dress as nicked my ipod.‘Seriously?’ I asked. He nodded.

‘It is therapeutic.’ I raised an eyebrow.

‘Do you even know what that means?’


‘Neither do I.’ He smirked at me.

‘Thats my girl. Clueless as a plank of wood.’ I slapped his arm.

‘They are very self aware you know. It is a crime to insult the princess.’ He smiled.

‘Yep. And you will be a great ruler someday.’ I smiled.

‘Thanks. Dad is pulling me out of education and sending me out to the palace where I will be tutored in everything I want. Then I will be flown back into the country for my GCSE’s. I am allowed to stay at Blenheim Palace.’ He raised an eyebrow.

‘That is a fancy place. I went there with Louis. His father wanted to get his betrothed to their  daughter. All Lord Behan cares about is land and money. And reputation’ I laughed.

‘I guess he withdrew his offer when I spent the best part of a year with three guys.’

‘It is a large house.’ He protested.

‘But it was a small car.’ I rebuffed. He shrugged as if to say “fair do”. I smiled at him. I stopped smiling when someone knocked on the door.

‘Taylor are you alright?’ It was my father.

‘I am fine father. Just brushing my teeth.’ I said back through the door.

‘Taylor. I know about what really happened with Two. So did Lord Baenziger.’ I glanced at  Chris who shrugged.

‘And so telling me was irrelevant? Seeing as he was my bodyguard. Great.’ I walked out of the bathroom slamming the door behind me consequently whacking Chris in the face.


My father stood in the steps looking upset. The bathroom opened out straight out onto the stairs which was dangerous. Once Dad had a dinner party and one guy fell out of the door and broke his nose. I stormed up to my bedroom and slammed the door shut. Hitting Chris in the face again. I opened the door and let him in then slammed it shut again.


I sat down on my bed and started to cry. Chris sat down beside me and hugged me.

‘Shh. It is okay. I’m here. It’s okay. Now try and tell me what has got you all muddled up.’ I sat up a bit straighter.

‘Well I find that the guy I like is not dead and alive. My father and his father know. Tomorrow he is going away for who knows how long leaving me behind. My father still probably wants to get me married before I am sixteen. And my life is so wrong.’ Chris stroked my hair.

‘It will all work itself out. I will always be here for you. I promise.’

‘Don’t make promises you can’t keep.’

‘Yeah. But those are the best kinds of promises.’ I laughed.

‘But you hurt the person you promised when you break the promise.’ Chris paused.

‘I did not expect you to come up with that.’ I laughed.

‘I am always full of surprises.’

‘Yes you are.’ He kissed the top of my head. A warm feeling spread through me from the top of my head down to my toes. ‘Now. You need to go to bed. Even though it is friday.’ I pushed him outside when I got changed. I walked past him when I went to brush my teeth.


I went to sleep that night content even though I knew when I woke up Chris would be gone and on the next flight out to Ethelburgesa, without me. I had a nice dream of a fantasy world. I was in the palace gardens on a sunny day. The sun was filtering through the leaves on the tree above me. I was sat on a small swing that was hanging from a thick branch, Chris was leaning by my feet as we chatted. Chris looked more like twenty so I guess it must of been future based. The words were washing over me and not penetrating my brain but I knew it was a serious subject Chris's tone told me all I needed to know. It was low and quiet. Like somebody had died. Maybe someone had. My father walked around the corner of path that was there. He nodded to me. Chris got up and then helped me up. We walked off hand in hand towards the palace. I walked up the stairs towards the palace and a -


I was suddenly woken up by my bedroom door closing. Chris. I got up from my bed and opened the door.


Chris had been resting his head on my door when opened it.

‘Taylor. What are you doing?’ He whispered. My fathers room was opposite mine. The grey  light streaming through the windows further down the corridor told me that it was dawn.

‘I heard you close the door and I came to say goodbye.’ Chris looked into my eyes.

‘You should not of come to say goodbye. It will be harder to leave you.’ I gave him a small smile.

‘Well I did. I can leave you right now if you wish.’ I made to go back into my room but Chris grabbed my arm.

‘No. Sorry. I just don’t want to leave. I found this easier when I was thirteen but now I have you.’ I smiled. He leaned down and kissed me. I kissed him back knowing I might not see him again. I put a hand on his chest effectively stopping the kiss.

‘I don’t want to go too fast. I have never been in a relationship.’

‘We won’t go too fast. This is all new to me too.’ He kissed me again and then wrapped his arms around me somehow my hands working their way into his hair. We stopped when he ran out of air.

‘I’ll be back in a month or less. Okay?’

‘Okay.’ He turned and walked down the hallway with his bag slung over his shoulder. I turned and walked back into my room shutting my door. I felt a dull ache in my stomach because Chris had left. I sat down on my bed and cried. I cried because the world was against me. I cried because I had lost one of my bestfriends. I cried because I don’t even know why. Or just because I could. I fell asleep finally once I was exhausted of crying.  


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