Her Protector

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Audrey POV

“Audrey, we need to talk.” He spoke almost robotically. His voice sliced through the tension filled air.

My fork clinged against the pristine plate as I shift uncomfortably in my seat. His cold stare made me want to run upstairs. I remain silent and still in my seat.

“I think it’s time for both of us to face change.” He uttered the word with no significant thought.

Change? Isn’t it too late?

Taking my lack of response as a sign of further explanation he continues. “You’ve been coped here far too long, under your mother’s word. We both now see why she was so hard headed in-” I clench my fists as he runs his mouth.

“-I’ve decided its finally time that you attend school. Public school. It was always my thinking that you would attend public school but your mother would always have other ideas.”

“Is that all.” I stated done with this conversation. I needed air, this, all of it was suffocating. He simply shook his head. “One more thing.”

“I hired an escort.” I refrain myself from scoffing infront of his face. Clenching the napkin in one of my hands I stare pointedly. Why in the world would I need an escort?

“I don’t need an escort.”

“You might not, but I need to know you are doing fin-” What’s the catch? You haven’t seemed to care much since the fiasco.

I nodded not trusting myself to continue biting my tongue. Excusing myself from what I thought was going to be an uneventful dinner I pick up my plate and cup and head to the kitchen. Leaving the dirty dishes in the sink I exit the kitchen

Moving up the flight of stairs I seem to get stuck in the flashbacks of how my life became complete utter hell for weeks.

Flashback

“Hey Fernanda whatcha cooking.” I grinned at my family’s cook. She’s worked here since I can remeber.

“You’re favorite hija, arroz con pollo with a hint of lemon.” she said partly in Spanish.

I hummed in response.

“I’ll be back soon I saw a book yesterday in the library room that caught my eye!”

“Just don’t take too long or else el pollo y arroz might get cold.” she said seriously. I gave her a slight smile in return and skipped off.

Passing through many empty rooms I thought what the books name was again The halt in our hearts? No not quite.

A loud groan that sounded a lot like my mother came from the door to my right. I furrowed my eyebrows no that couldn’t be it my mom went shopping really early- another noise was brought to my ears a grunt of satisfaction from a male by the deepness.

“Logan!” I heard a shrilly voice shout. Mom?!

Why was my mom shouting my tutors name. I slowly clasp my hand on the door knob and turn it. I peek inside and let out a loud high pitch scream.

I stumble back the door was wide open. I could here many things like my name being shouted by my dad and footsteps creeping closer to me. My mom yelled at the top of her lungs that she could explain. Everything was fuzzy and seemed to be so far away. I heard my dad shouting incoherent words at Carol who I dare not say my mother.

At last everything seem to clear up when I heard a slap. I look up and see my dad holding his cheek while Carol wrapped with a thin sheet screamed that she was a woman with dignity.

“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU GOLD DIGGER AND TAKE THAT BASTARDO OF HOMBRE WITH YOU!” my dad erupted pointing at Carol and Logan.

Logan finally found his voice and started defending her. All the screams are giving me a head ache and that isn’t helping my dizzy state. I wanted out of all this.

Carol makes a move to grab me. but I jerk away. “Don’t touch me!” I let out choking up on a sob.

I was disgusted that my own blood and flesh would do such a low thing. “Honey please-”

“Don’t, just don’t.” I mutter hiding behind my dad’s angry figure.

“I TOLD YOU TO GET OUT CAROL!” Dad shouted more angrily.

“Fine Robert I will!” And she kissed Logan on the lips and pulled him out of the scene.

The next few days my dad never looked at me in the eye. And I never got a “Its going to be alright baby girl” even if it was just a lie I wanted to hear that, that everything was going to be alright.

But it never did. It never came.

Flashback Over

Watery eyed I scoff. You’ve cried plenty its time to move on. Dad has done the same, you’re the only one dwelling on these emotions.

I open my door and softly close it behind me. I look around my room, it was clean, a few books lying here and there but that was it. I walk zombie like towards my bed and hug Wes the teddy bear my mom got me when I was 6.

“Will this ever end?”

***

Thursday came with a halt and I was nervous. Was high school like in the movies. Were all girls mean and grouchy.

I stood in front of the mirror with a cami black dress on that had tiny little red and orange daisies on it. It was a simple dress but it was comfortable and it reached a few inches above my knees. My wavy brown hair was let loose.

I put on my Chuck Taylor’s and made my way down stairs but my feet thought otherwise. I stood in front of my dad’s office were he passed all his time. I open the door and peeked inside. Nothing. I thought- Wished that maybe just maybe he was going to be here for my first day on going to high school. Making sure that I make my way down stairs this time I enter the kitchen.

“Hey Fernanda do you know where dad went?” I asked hopefully.

She smiled sadly before answering, “He left earlier than usual, mija.” I then understood he knew I would be looking for him for comfort. And he couldn’t give that.

I stare at my converse as if they’re the most attractive thing ever. I felt embarrassed that Fernanda had to see all this mess.

Fernanda hugged me saying soothing things in my ear like she always did when I was down.

“Everything will be alright.” She murmured. I remotely nod my head in response.

“Now go I heard from Antonio that the boy was here. You don’t want to keep him waiting.” A feathery kiss was placed on my forehead.

I nod and swing my backpack on my shoulders. I open the front door and a light breeze swished by making my hair fly. I walk down the few steps and hop off the last one. I look up to see a man leaned against what I assume his car. The man wore a jean button down and a pair of black jeans that hung low on his hips. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbow. His lips were pulled into a straight thin line.

Walking a step or two closer he moves from his leaning position and those dark eyes watch my moves.

Deciding to break the silence I stupidly and successfully embarrass myself infront of him with my following statement, “Are you my protector?”

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