Your family had hired a bodyguard to protect you ever since there had been reports of kidnappings and assaults in nearby towns. Your parents were overprotective control freaks who treated you like a child, even if you were almost eighteen. Rilo was your bodyguard. He couldn’t be more than two years older than you, but he sure did act like he was your father. Successfully sneaking out had low chances, yet you felt compelled to try. You quietly opened the window, slipping one leg out. A deep voice made you freeze. "And where are you going?" Rilo asked you. He was standing at the door of your room, arms crossed over his chest. Ah, shit, you thought to yourself as you paused to think of an excuse.