Lyra
I shriek in horror as the jeep comes pulls up infront of a .arge farmhouse, it's cracked white paint is dull and dreary. I could tell it was once white but now it was absolutely ghastly. A run down swing and weeds as far as the eye could see.
I get down from the car and take my luggage from the boot wearing a disgusted expression on my face. So far this witness protection posting me Rome, Kentucky
is starting to look like a big mistake. I had to change my name from Lyra Vale to Lila Vaughn that made me sound like a middle aged Russian lady, my grandma named me!.
I drag my suitcase to the front porch, trying my hardest to avoid the weeds that lay almost everywhere. I stand at the front of the door and ring the door bell which makes the most ear piercing sound. The door opens revealing the most fine species I had ever laid eyes on.
Archer Griffin. My new bodyguard, prison guard, babysitter and so much more suffocating things.
The witness protection program people had informed me I was getting a bodyguard but they never mentioned he was this fine....
Tall, maybe 6'8, broad shoulders. Dirty blonde hair that looked personally kissed by the sun and just about touches his shouldersand brusheshis neck and jaw,that is highlyunlikely for military man, stormy grey eyes that pull me in, that make me want to chase the storm. Pale skin, almost alabaster, with faint scars.
Black shirt on that leaves little to no imagination about his chest. All eight abs, arms that should be illegal for a man to have,and a gun that rests on his his. Full pink lips, that could easily make a woman melt, firm expression on his face that leaves no room for joking around.
He just stares, doesn't say anything just stares at me and it's starting to give me the creeps.
"What?"
I ask crossly, still gripping my pink suitcase. Archer doesn't bat an eyelid at my tone but continues to stare at me like I'm some fly buzzing around him.
"Get in"
"Excuse me?" I ask raising an eyebrow, he rolls his eyes and answers coldly "get inside the fucking house", his voice raw and manly and oh so deep. I gulp, trying my hardest to not show how intimidating I am.
"Quick before anyone sees"
I enter dreading the inside more than the outside, there's absolutely no feng shui in here, it was boring and I'm pretty sure the furniture here was older than my grandma, this was going to change soon.
"Here are the ground rules, first I'm your bodyguard not your best friend so no personal questions. Secondly no going anywhere without my knowledge. Thirdly try not to blame your a pop star to the Kentucky, now questions Siren?"
" firstly What did you call me?, and secondly I can go wherever I want because I'm an adult"
"I called you Siren because that's what you are. All glitter and noise. Made to lure things until they drown"
I roll my eyes, who the hell did this man think he was. He looks at with contempt and disinterest as if I'm some insignificant fly and says "Your room's down the hall upstairs". Then he walks away.
I take my bag upstairs into the room down the hall. The room is bland with no style whatsoever. I was going to have to renovate some time soon.
I plop myself unto the bed, my entire body aching. Whether I liked it or not I was going to have to get used to Rome, Kentucky and unfortunately I was also had to get to Archer too.