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.


19. That's my girl



That’s my girl


I took a step back. I felt an odd feeling in me. Like I wanted to be happy and hug him but then I wanted to scream and run away because he was meant to be dead. He died in my arms on the floor. He took a step towards me.

‘Taylor.’ I took another step back.

‘What are you? Two died in my arms.’ He took a step towards me.

‘Taylor it is me. Christopher. You told me you liked me and nothing could change that.’ I glared at the floor. I knew my face was bright red with my cheeks burning.

‘Go away.’ I turned to leave but he stopped me by grabbing my arm.

‘Taylor. I was taken out of the service. I should of told you what they do. I was still meant to be with Louis when I went to Ethelburgesa for you. They “killed” me basically took me out of the service and then put me back in.’ He dropped my arm. I looked closely at him. He had dark shadows under his eyes and his clothes looked slightly rumpled.

‘What did they do to you?’ I just had to ask. A smile lit up his face.

‘That is my Taylor! I was put through a retest. Took only three days. That is the fastest anyone has done a retest.’ I grinned.

‘Any particular reason?’ He looked at me in mock glare.

‘Well there was this girl with wonderful blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. I lost here though somewhere along the way. Do you know where she is?’ I shook my head.

‘No. I think Shinji got her. Sorry.’ He sighed.

‘You have a very good reason to hate me right now. I cheated you into thinking I had died.’ I took his other hand because he still had mine. He smiled at me.

‘I was thinking about my mother and realised I hate the name Chris. Christopher is my real name but only you can call me Chris. I like it when you say it.’ I pulled my hands free.


‘Right. Are we still courting secretly?’ I rolled my eyes.

‘Yeah! I did have Joe Peabod ask me out but I friendzoned him.’ Chris started to laugh.

‘How did you friendzone him?’ He gasped through the laughter.

‘He asked me around to “hang out”. I said “What as friends? Well I am kinda going to sign my betrothal certificate. Maybe after that.” He was asking for it though.’ I said defensively Chris had fallen over in laughter. I heard someone coming up the stairs. I pushed him into my walk in wardrobe where Father made me keep my formal dresses and outfits and just all of my clothes. My father poked his head around the door.

‘Taylor. Are you alright?’ I tried to look natural. I was stood up against the wardrobe door which was very uncomfortable because Chris was poking me through a gap in the  door.

‘Yeah. Fine. Er can you get me some ice cream. I  have a thumping headache and the school nurse said eat ice cream.’ He nodded and walked away. I breathed a sigh of relief and let Chris out. He fell out onto my floor with a thump. Shinji burst through the door and saw Chris. I grabbed his arm and shoved him towards the window.

‘Look at that sunset!’ I said pushing his head into the glass. I looked back at Chris. “Get back in the wardrobe” I mouthed at him. He nodded and piled back in. Shinji looked at me like I was crazy.

‘What are you on?’

‘I want my ice cream. Go and get it.’ I yelled. He fell over trying to get out. He then promptly fell down the stairs. I could not help but laugh. Two poked his head out of my wardrobe.

‘That was mean.’

‘He was going to try and become my friend. No thank you.’ Chris took my ipod out of my pocket and as I did my homework hacked into it.


Dinner that night was disastrous. It was a posh dinner so we were all dressed up smartly. Akki was wearing a silk mauve dress. It did nothing to improve her image but was a pretty strapless dress which hung just below the knees. I was wearing a grey dress which clung quite close to my body with thin straps on my shoulders. It had small gems stuck on. All the men were wearing black suits and white bow ties. I was sat next to Lord Baenziger and Lady Baenziger. Lady Baenziger took my hand. She had thick short fingers and had many rings in them. It was a miracle that she could move her hands.

‘So Taylor. Are you courting anyone?’ Her voice was like honey and it made me feel slightly sick. I can see why Chris hated her.

‘No. Not that I know of. Why?’ She raised a penciled eyebrow at me.

‘Well. Anthony and I were speaking of betrothal contracts and Shinji is the same age as you is he not?’

‘Yes. He is.’ I could see where this was going. ‘But I am thinking of staying out of marriage until I am a suitable age. After all I have university to go to.’ My father looked at me sharply.

‘Taylor. I thought you decided not to go to university. It was too easy for you.’ I looked at him confused. What the hell was he playing at? Lord Baenziger spoke up.

‘I think she can do whatever she wants to. After all it is a free country.’ I gave him a grateful look. ‘I don’t want to force her into anything with my son.’ Tony looked put out.

‘Father.’ I said sweetly. ‘Why do you want me married off to a Lord? Why not a prince?’ Tony narrowed his eyes at me.

‘Because it would be of Russia and you don’t speak Russian.’ I felt outraged.

‘I know Russian and Spanish and French and German, but that does not matter right now. I thought I could marry anyone I wished to.’ He stared at me.

‘I never taught you any of those languages. I know Barney taught you some Russian and Spanish but that was it.’

‘Well someone did. Wait. Let me think. Oh yeah. my incompetent bodyguard who was murdered.’ Lord Baenziger looked up shocked.

‘Christopher knew Russian and german and french and spanish?’

‘Just Russian, German and spanish. Not French. I taught him that.’ His face lit up. He really cared about Chris whatever his wife said. She gripped my hand. Her nails were long and dug into my hand.

‘Excuse me.’ My father narrowed his eyes at me again. I placed my napkin on my chair walked off towards the stairs.


I met Chris halfway up. He pulled me into a hug.

‘Hey.’ He inhaled deeply. ‘What are you doing?’

‘Smelling your hair.’ I pulled back and looked at him.

‘What?’ He looked down at his feet.

‘I am being sent back to the Academy to be a trained again. I leave tomorrow.’


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