Rival – Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Sebastian

“When you begin a journey of revenge, start by digging two graves; one for your enemy and one for yourself.” 

Private Live-in Bodyguard needed: $72k to $104k + Bonus & Benefits

A polished, discreet bodyguard with experience in executive protection. Must seriously commit to protecting the 24 year old daughter of the most important Fashion Enterpriser in Los Angeles, Victor Montgomery. 

Privacy, discretion, and loyalty are paramount for this position. Qualified candidates pay close attention to detail, possess a positive, upbeat attitude and can work independently.

For a possible interview please call or email Mr. Peter Bailey – head of personnel. (424)-678-9543 – Peter.Bailey@Gmail.com 

“Hello?”

“Hello. My name is Sebastian and I’m calling to speak to Mr. Peter Bailey, in regards to the bodyguard job listing online.” 

“This is Peter.”

Suddenly there was silence and what sounded like a lot of paper crumpling in the background. 

“Yes, Sorry. I was just checking to see when is the soonest we are able to see you. We have a few candidates; however we haven’t found the right one just yet. Is there anyway you can come next Friday the 15th?” 

I sighed with relief and Peter laughed a bit. He wouldn’t have laughed if he knew the reason behind me wanting this job so badly. 

“Yes! I am able to come in then!” 

“Okay, well please email me your resume and information so I may reply with our details as well, and I’ll see you soon.” 

“Yes sir. I’ll see you soon.”

This is the job I need. Not only because I wanted to get away from the place where my father passed away, but because I need to get revenge. They are going to pay for all of the pain they caused me and my family. I have been dedicated all month, going to the gym, being on diets, exercising and getting whatever was necessary in order to become an executive bodyguard. 

It was a long time coming. The Montgomery family was going to need a bodyguard for their daughter due to the attempted kidnappings she has experienced in the last 2 months. Even though I didn’t plan these kidnaps, it did work in my favor. Now they were needing a bodyguard and my plan for revenge can finally begin. 

I am dreading telling my mother and lying to her about why I’m looking for this job. It’s so far away from the small town of Ladera, my home since I was born, 28 years ago. The car door slammed and woke me up from my day dream. 

I looked out of the window, there was Mom and my brother Frankie. They were taking groceries out of the trunk. She was still wearing black, even after a month, her big blonde curly hair was picked up, and her eyes looked as sad as ever, but like she has told me so many times before, life does go on, and that’s why she is continuing with her life, that’s why she’s looking for work and that is why I need revenge. I am unable to continue with my life if I don’t feel at peace. Revenge is going to give me the peace I have been desiring for so long.

“Sebastian?” 

My sister Nicole opened my bedroom door, without knocking of course. What’s new? 

“Mom needs your help with the groceries.” She paused, walked in and laid on my bed, her straight long brown hair all over my pillow and sheets. I was getting ready to tell her that she needed to get off because she sheds like a scruffy dog, and then she said something that left me speechless. 

“Oh and I think you should tell her about Friday.”

I was organizing my closet and halted. 

How did she know about the interview? 

Nicole looked at me and laughed, that big belly laugh she had, it filled the entire room. “I’m your little sister, of course I was eavesdropping. Just tell her before Friday, not on Friday, but before you dork!”

I stared at her, pushed her head so she would fall back down on the bed, and walked out of my room to help my mom. Frankie passed right by me with his phone to his ear, probably one of his friends, so I’ll just tell him about my new job later. 

Look at me, acting as if though I already have this job. It’s just something that I can’t get out of my mind. My father is no longer here and it’s because of that family. I’ll do whatever it takes to get this job.

Walking down stairs I smelled cookies baking in the oven. My mom always bakes when she’s sad and ever since my dad left us, she’s been baking every day. 

“Ma’? Did you need help with something?” 

Looking up at me she smiled and shook her head. “Frankie helped me put away the groceries. I am however gonna need you to pick up dinner tonight. I can’t cook because I have a job interview and that won’t give me enough time to feed you guys.” 

“Sure.”

It was a short answer, but I was still thinking about how I was going to be telling her about my job interview. 

“What’s wrong?” 

Of course, Pamela Murray, my mother knew her children better than they knew themselves. 

What could tip her off? 

It was probably the fact that I was ripping the label off the water bottle in front of me. Something I only did when I was nervous or stressed out about something. 

“Who did you get pregnant?” 

I stared at her and laughed so hard. I haven’t laughed like this in a while and it actually felt good. 

“What. The. Hell. Mom?!” 

“You just wouldn’t say anything so I decided to play the guessing game with myself.” 

“Okay. I guess I need to tell you sooner or later. And before you continue guessing, I didn’t get anyone pregnant.” 

She stared at me intently with those big hazel green eyes. I didn’t want to have to tell her this, but this was for her own good, for our family’s own good. 

I spoke as fast as could, thinking that maybe if I told her faster than she could comprehend than maybe she’ll be okay with this. 

“Mom, I have an interview on Friday in the city for a live-in bodyguard position.” 

Whew!

I was expecting her to start yelling or something. She was never too happy about me wanting to be a bodyguard. But her reaction actually surprised me. She walked up to me and hugged me. It was a long hug but it felt so good, even after she let go I still smelled her cherry blossom perfume.

“I’m very happy that you’re finally moving on with your life. And if it’s a live in position even better.” 

What in the world is she talking about? Has my mom lost her mind.

Hiding my emotions is something that doesn’t come easy to me, and she saw the confusion on my face. 

“Well I’m thinking about selling the house because well the interview I have is to take care of a woman in a wheelchair and it is also a live in position in the city.” 

I’m still really confused. 

“Mom, I’m glad you’re finally getting a job and all, but if you sell the house what’s gonna happen to Nikki & Frankie? Where are they gonna live?” 

She laughed. I don’t even know why I asked her. Mom was not going to be doing anything without thoroughly planning it. 

“Well luckily, your aunt Danielle also lives in the city. Frankie is gonna be working with her, and Nicole already has a few event planning jobs lined up in the city as well. They both will be staying with your aunt.” 

Maybe this was a good thing, maybe it wasn’t. 

Having them in the city will be great because I won’t have to drive almost two hours to see them on my day off. But once my revenge starts taking its course, I don’t want them to know what I’m going to be doing.

“Everything is going to be okay Sebastian.” She said this with her softest voice while rubbing my arm with her hand. Those soft hands can make you forget even the strongest pain. 

As I was turning around, getting ready to go into my room and pack, my mom stopped me one more time. 

“With who is your interview? Like with what family?” 

I stopped, but I didn’t turn around thinking about how I was going to carefully answer that question.

She continued speaking. “I’m only asking because, since you’re going to be a live-in bodyguard, they must be a family that is well known.” 

My feet started sliding, as I slowly turned around. “Um yeah, they are a pretty famous family. The Montgomery family. Victor Montgomery needs a bodyguard for his daughter.” I was expecting her to react in an unfavorable way, but she just smiled and nodded. 

“You know what Sebastian?” 

I don’t know what, so I just stared at her waiting for her to tell me. 

“I am actually going to also be working with the Montgomery family. Victor Montgomery’s younger sister, Julianne is in a wheelchair. She needs caring for.” 

If my jaw could drop through the ground with the mole people, it would have. What in the world? Why? There was no way my mother was also going to possibly be working with the same family. I had to respond, give her some sort of sentence because she’s gonna think I’m in a state of shock, which is partially true. 

“You’re gonna be working with the same family as me?” 

“In theory, because we won’t be living in the same house, but we will see each other often.” She said all of this while taking the cookies out of the oven. I was so scandalized that I didn’t even hear the oven bell ring. 

“Okay Mom, so if all of this is true? Then why is your interview here instead of in the city.” My mind was still wandering, but I had to stop  in order to hear why.

“They have a ranch here in Ladera, and luckily Grandma Montgomery is here and she wants to hold the interview herself. I mean it is her daughter.” 

What else can I do but smile and wish my mom a lot of luck. Did I want her to get the job? No. But can I do anything about it? A double no. 

If we both end up getting these jobs, our lives are about to get a whole lot more interesting.

 


 

Chapter 2

Victoria

“Memories is all that you have, which will help you survive the storms and struggles of your daily life after you lose someone.” 

I continue having this recurring dream, well more like a nightmare.

 


If you want to read Chapter 2, just let me know and I’ll post it as well.

 

Hope you guys enjoyed it!

 

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