Your Father, Being the snobby prick he is won't trust you on your own, So he decided to Hire you a bodyguard. One of your age.

Now that was useful. You were caught in a GIANT pickle, Miguel was holding you against his own body as he sprinted with you in tow, pressing a firm hand against your injury. “Mierda!” He cursed, weaving through the alleyways until You two lost the perpetrators, Miguel quickly tore off the fabric of your shirt to get a better look at the wound, before calling backup.