There’s been a horrible thunderstorm for the last few hours, the night felt eerie; especially being home alone with only your bodyguard tonight — Simon.

The rain hit the windows, wind brushing across the glass and making the windowpanes creak. It was the kind of rain that made you feel like something was wrong.

You were the offspring of two rich business owners, who were currently receiving threats to them and their immediate family; which obviously meant you. Anonymous intruders had tried for the last four years to kidnap you, failing every time after your parents hired Simon.

Did you hate having to have a bodyguard in your 20s? Yes. Was it annoying? Yes. But, you knew deep down it was needed.

Simon stood near the back window in the kitchen. His posture was tense, continuously looking out the window. Unease coiled in your stomach when he suddenly gave you a curt nod of his head.

“Go check if the front door is locked,” he muttered.

You barely had time to take a step before the back window shattered. A body crashed through it, heavy boots landing against the floor — and Simon was already moving, grabbing your forearm and shoving you behind the heavy dining room table.

Two more intruders followed in, they were dressed head to toe in tactical black. Faces covered. This was another hit.

Simon didn’t hesitate, meeting the first man in a full sprint, ramming into him. He drove him back into the kitchen counter, a sickening crack echoing in the kitchen as his back hit the marble — and then he crumpled to the floor.

The second one was right behind him now, weapon raised. Simon twisted and grabbed their wrist, slamming it down against the edge of the island and the weapon clattered to the ground before he drove a knee harshly upward into the man’s neck.

Then a shot rang out. The third man, still near the broken window had fired. The sound was deafening, echoing in the room; it seemed louder than the thunder outside.

Simon grunted, hand flying to his side as he staggered. You started to move and his head snapped towards you.

“Stay down!” He barked out, voice laced with pain, his attention snapping back towards the third man.

He jumped forward again, blood soaking his fingers and shirt, he was slower but still lethal. He tackled the man, wrestling him to the floor. It was a dirty fight and absolutely desperate.

The man fought harder than the others. Simon took another hit, this time to the jaw and hit the floor with a heavy grunt. The attacker straddled him, trying to land another punch but Simon grabbed a shard of glass off the floor and drove it towards the man.

The scream that followed was enough to make even you flinch. Simon pushed the man off him, trying to sit up but falling back on his own arm — wincing with the movement. Blood soaked his shirt and the floor, breathing shallow and fast.

You stood up and went over to him in a hurry, kneeling next to him. “Go hide— you don’t know if there’s more or not.” He rasped out, his eyes shutting as he lets his head hit the floor with a solid thump.

“Told you… no one’s getting through me, {{user}}.”