Protective or Obsessive

Emily's in the war zone. Parents murdered, forbidden of friends and one heck of a protective body guard... Well more like obsessive. After the tragic, mysterious murder of Emily's parents, her high up, powerful Sergeant of an uncle, assigns Zayn Malik - top soldier of the military - too become her own personal body guard. Facing the troubles of those unnamed that killed her parents and a mysterious new stranger that seams to be linked into a lot of things. Emily is also faced with the unfortunate, difficult task of trying not too fall for this hot, well build body guard of hers.

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8. You did the right thing

RUN!

She told me to run, get up you need to run. Emily...Emily...EMILY!

I scream thrusting myself up from the floor and force my legs to move, I tuck my shaking hands under the sleeves of my coat and cry loudly as the wind  throws my hair over my face. Her screams continue to burst my eardrums and the images of blood and his dead corpse haunt my mind.

There shouts of anger causes my stomach to nauseate and I push myself past my limits, my feet hurt from the small souls of my shoes and my face is burning of heat and exhaustion and the hint of a stitch tags along.

There not following me!?

It doesn't matter. Run! Keep running. Run and you'll be safe... unlike them but that's what she wanted... for you to be safe. You need to be safe. You have to be safe.

***

I wake up startled with healthy breathing and it doesn't tale long before I'm sobbing into my pillow saturating it. My hysteric cries must be louder that I thought because there loud enough to wake Zayn. Within minutes of my sobbing he burst's through the door with a gun which I was unaware of that he had. I jump with fright starring at the weapon he held with both hands concentrated as he aimed, ready for anything. After scanning the room to check there was no one else there, he dropped it to his side and rushed over taking a seat on the bed next to me.

"What's wrong?" he questions, a look of confusion crossing paths along his face. I shake my head bringing my knees to my chest and look away feeling a tad of embarrassment at him seeing me like this.

"Nothing" I sob quietly, 

"sorry for waking you" I mutter continuing to sob, I expect him to leave right there and then but instead I hear a soft sigh and feel the warm and soft touch of his hand on my shoulder.

"Is it you're parents?" he questions gently,

"How do you know about my parents!" I snap suddenly throwing my head up to glare towards him. I'm suddenly aware of what a stupid question that is and look away once more. His duties are to protect me, of course my uncle has filled him in on what he's actually protecting me from. Plus, it wouldn't take a genius to look at an eighteen year old girl living on her own and suspect something's happened.

"Sorry" I apologise before sobbing into my arms again to embarrassed to look at him. He lets out yet another sigh and nods.

"You know, it's only been less than six months, it's ok to be upset or cry" he tells me once again placing a hand on my shoulder. I choke up by his words and it takes a moment for me to answer.

"I know... its just..." I trail off ending up in a sob,

"she told me to run and I-i di-did... I-i shouldn't ha-have" I stutter crying once again. The next thing, I don't expect. He shuffles across the bed and wraps his arms around me. He pull's be close into his chest and I'm hardly going to object him at this moment, I'm to broken not to. I cling at the thin material of his t-shirt and cry. I cry and cry and cry and even though I'm chocked up, its the first time I feel as if I can breath. The first time I actually feel some kind of relief.

"You did the right thing" he breathes fanning the back of my ear.

"They would have only killed you two, if you had stayed" I shake my head begging for a different answer but he only speaks the truth. My mothers last wish was for me to run, to be safe. But I was seventeen at the time, not some little scared kid. I shouldn't of ran. I shouldn't have. But I did. And I'm afraid that I'm going to have to live with that mistake forever. I could have tried to stop them, at least save my mother. But no, I was too much of a coward and what good did it do. I'm an eighteen year old girl left with no parents and only one last bit of family. But even that last bit of family doesn't seam to intrusted in me. I'm left with nothing.

"You did the right thing" he hums once again, reassuring me.

"You did the right thing".

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I actually suck...

I said I was going to update loads of chapters and I only managed two shitty ones...

I PROMISE THERE SHALL COME A DAY WHEN I JUST GO MENTAL AND UPDATE LIKE 10 CHAPTERS AND THATS A PINKIE PROMISE!!!!

Ily I'm so sorry xxx

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