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“Oh shit,” Eden whispers out. At this point in time I don’t know if I should try to run or if we should try to hide under the table.
I really hope that all those guards that are stomping their way in, as students frantically make their way out, are here to help the less than ten guards I have surrounding me. If that’s the case, we’re not totally fucked.
Ace gives my shoulders a squeeze in reassurance and then a wink. I take a deep breath relaxing my nerves, you’re not going to share a wink with somebody right before you’re decimated. At least he could read the room, that my friends and I are panicking.
“The Ghost,” someone screams. It was high-pitched. I can’t tell if it was a boy or girl. At the same time that they scream this, the sea of guards part, leading right up to my father.
Chairs screech across the linoleum as I swear half of the cafeteria runs out, but the other half stays. Murmurs of ‘The Ghost’ have already went through the air and implanted in the minds of fans. The guards are in a panicked place, all of them, not just mine. Most of the people with guards have been pulled out but the other crazier ones, the ones that obviously know something is wrong and going on, are still converging trying to get a better look. Maybe they wanted an autograph.
Ace has a well gripped hand on my shoulder, keeping my ass pinned down in the chair. Commotion has his attention across the hall, more screaming and yelling. It only takes me a few seconds to wiggle my way out, something my father showed me as I jump up and make a running leap toward my dad.
The guards don’t like this as I hear the weapons lock. The metallic click of the trigger throughout the cafeteria sent an ominous feeling straight up my spine, but I don’t care. I never thought I would be in my father’s arms again.
The outside wall of the cafeteria is packed full of students, teachers and admins, even several cafeteria workers proudly wearing their aprons are standing next to the penguins that serve the food.
Some tables didn’t get through the turn of events so easily, as food trays are knocked on the floor. Water barely dripping off the edge of the table creating a nice puddle at the bottom of the floor.
I maneuver my way past people, shaking my head in agitation and growling, pushing the girls that are trying to look sexy away as others are taking pictures. Braver souls have taken videos but the guards quickly yank those out of their hands.
My steps slow and my fear rises noticing the expression on my father’s face. Unsure of where my friends are, but at this point in time I don’t care that much as my unhinged father gallantly marches in my direction.
The legend makes eye contact with every fucking person in the room, looking for any hidden dangers that spring up at the last minute.
“What the hell is going on?” I snap out to Ace who has one hell of a grip on my arm right now. I tried several maneuvers to get away but none of them are working. I did manage to make it a few feet. I need to go to my father but the guards won’t let me.
“Wait until he gets here, it’s safer,” Ace lowers his voice, calming me and making sure that I understand. I relax, letting him know this. I don’t want to make a stupid mistake. I have no idea what’s going on, plus I have no choice but to stay put.
My friends get closer and pile behind me, thankfully the guards don’t push them back.
Antonio Quinn finally gets close enough for me to wrap my arms around him. As soon as I’m in contact with him I let go. I don’t even care that I’m hysterically sobbing, realizing that I might not have ever been able to hug him again. I could’ve lost him and my mom forever.
The hug is quick and fast forgotten as my father goes back to adding up the worth of every single individual in here. He looks over my friends but it doesn’t last for long, he saw them on the video the other night.
I feel his hand on my back as I turn around seeing all of them with tears in their eyes and happiness across their face.
My father nods at one of the guards who goes over and whispers in Eden’s ear. I have no clue what they’re saying as my friends start to maneuver away from us.
My father leans down closer, enough to whisper, “we have to get you out of here, Taylor. The level of danger is through the roof from our informants. Unfortunately, baby, you are a walking fucking target.” I nod at him, I don’t say anything. I let my dad do what he does best, even though it’s not the boxing ring.
Again, why am I the target? My father is ‘The Ghost,’ shouldn’t he be the target? Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want anything to happen to him, but I was poor and a nobody as of two days ago.
Other guards are still frantically shoving their unruly clients out of the cafeteria. The more famous parents had decided to add more guards after they realized the situation that happened yesterday. Even Cal is being shuffled out in a fashion he doesn’t care for.
Whenever there was a threat, like when the president’s son attended this school, other countries and famous families always made sure their kids were protected. You never know what can happen. It only takes one damn shot, they could be caught in the crossfire, game over. No more heir to worry about, no more stupid titles to pass down. All the parents care about in this school is if their legacy will be passed down.
“Are my friends okay?” I ask my father, as he nods.
“I sent a few of my guys to guard the outside of the dorm room just in case to make sure your friends are safe,” my dad whispers, not once looking at me. His gaze is still frantically searching for any hidden dangers in the room. He even looks at the students like they might be a danger to us.
“Thank you,” I whisper as my father squeezes my hand.
My dad’s guards and the ones I had form a tight circle around us, two guards deep as we start pushing toward the exit to the cafeteria.
“Grab them,” my father growls motioning for more guards on the other side of the door that she didn’t see to grab the man from before and his friend. I gasp, taking a few seconds for it to hit my head that those are the two guys I saw sitting across the room. The guys that don’t blend in at all in this environment. This is the guy that killed the governor’s kid, and probably countless others.
Oh my God. My father’s a killer, too, my father kills people. My thoughts are yanked away as I’m tugged farther along, getting us out of this damn building.
The students that weren’t worried before when they watched this whole process, are worried now as they promptly exit right behind us. I imagine several of them want to see what the excitement is all about. Even in their above privileged lives things can still get boring, especially the day-to-day monotony of doing the same thing over and over again. They don’t understand what struggling really is. If they did and we were back in Queens, they would not follow armed men outside to a possible fight.
