Yes, Eric brought you something from your mother

“Well, there is one thing,” Eric mumbles and hands you a shiny thing, “I … brought you this.”

Your eyes grow big. In your hands drops a necklace. A big silver oval with a red cross on a chain. This was a present from you to your mother’s birthday. It is really silver and you saved your pocket money of several months for it. Inside is a picture of you and your mom on a happy summer day.

“That’s my mother’s, the only necklace she owned,” you mumble shocked and stare at it in your hand, “how did you get this? I thought the house is a crime scene.”

“The detective in charge is on your father’s payroll,” Eric answers, “And I thought … well you should have something to remember her.”

Instead of an answer you open your arms and hug Eric tight. Your head rests on his chest, which must look very funny because of his high. Eric is caught by surprise but doesn’t fights against it. But you can hear his heart beat faster.

“Thanks, big guy,” you mumble and hug him tighter.

“You … you are welcome, princess,” Eric mumbles and you could swear he just blushed, “but … don’t tell your father. I’m not sure he would appreciate this. His relation to your mom was complicated.”

You just stand there for a while and hung Eric. But then after a few moments her carefully gets free.

“I … I think I should get your clothes from the car,” Eric mumbles and leaves without another word.

You smile. Not only because he brought you the necklace. You get the feeling Eric starts to like you more than a bodyguard should. Strange, to be honest. Boys often develop a crush on you, but you never thought Eric would be the kind of guy who is shy about this.

You spend a few minutes putting all things in the right places. Eric got you a good mix of different shirts, underwear, pants and even a pullover. Afterwards you put a pajama on and lay down in bed. It was a hard day and you are tired. But you can’t sleep just now. Too much happened in too short time. Your mother, who took care of you for your whole life is gone for good. Your father, who never saw you since you were two years old, took you in and despite he acts nice, he was willing to **** you to stay with him. Your brother, who you never knew of, turned out to be a class A psychopath. And you are not sure if his mother is just an annoying bimbo or a cold-hearted manipulator.

And then there is Eric, who seems to care for you more than a normal bodyguard should. And Miguel, the dark-skinned right hand of your father. You barely know him but you have no doubt he is much more dangerous than he acts. What your father told you about the FBI doesn’t get out of your mind either. Agent Wellington is clearly aggressive and hates your entire family. But would she really **** an innocent woman for **** or to place you as a mole in your fathers’ mansion? What do they all these people have to do with your mothers’ murderer? And what is your role in this? Many questions and no answers.