Let me start with a little backstory. I’m a fourteen, almost fifteen year old girl. I look quite a bit older than my age. Most people assume I’m 18 or 19. I’m in my last year of high school and I’m already taking classes in college for medical school.
I’m from an incredibly wealthy family. My parents own an incredibly successful company and both sets of my grandparents are old money. My parents are always gone on business trips. I’ll see them three times a month if I’m lucky. I do sports, website design, coding, and I help my aunt out with her bookstore and coffee shop in the afternoons, so I’m quite busy most of the time.
I have several siblings, but my younger siblings are at boarding schools in Europe. I have an older brother who’s seventeen who lives with me, although he’s also in college so he’s always busy. We basically live alone, minus the security and the occasional bodyguard. My mom has always insisted on a bodyguard, but my older brother is a black belt in karate and works out regularly, I’m a brown belt, and I’ll be honest, I absolutely hate having security, much less a bodyguard, so I skip out on it as much as I can.
With a little backstory established, I can get started on this. This year when I started college classes at the high school, I got a seat next to this guy, probably twenty-five or so. He’s a little overweight, but he’s nice enough. I’m a very reserved, serious person, and I’ll admit I can be very cold if I feel like it, so of course I always greeted him with a “Hello” and then didn’t speak to him unless he spoke to me.
I found out his name was “Sean”. He was actually really nice, so I talked to him a bit. I told him my name. That’s about all. I’m a pretty private person, so I don’t really like to reveal much. The next time I was in class, out of the blue, he asked me if I wanted to go get coffee with him. Of course, I haven’t actually said my age, and maybe people think I’m a little young, maybe getting into college a year early, but definitely not fourteen.
I politely decline, saying I have work. I know I lied, but I was kind of surprised, so that’s what I thought of in two seconds. “Well, when are you free?” “Uhh, I’m usually pretty busy after classes.” “What are you busy with?” By this time, I’m really creeped out. “I have a lot of things going on.
A music recital, among other things.” My dad is French. My mom is half French, half Native American. I’ve had way too many guys, anywhere from 14 to 70 hit on me before. It disgusts me and I always coldly decline, so I’m used to things like this. I’m asexual, so I have no interest in anyone. “You have really pretty eyes.” This guy was hitting on me in class.
“Thank you.” I think he kind of took the hint, because he stopped talking to me for the rest of the class. After class, I walked into the parking lot so my security guard could pick me up.
I speak many, many different languages,and I usually prefer to speak to my guard in French if I’m feeling uncomfortable. I told him to keep an eye and make sure nobody follows us, just because I wasn’t sure what to think of the guy. I spoke to him in French. I got my ride home, and attend to life as usual.
The next time I attended classes, he wasn’t there, which makes me feel slightly relieved. Class finishes as usual, and I was walking down the hall, my book bag on my shoulder. I was looking down at my phone scrolling through tumblr. I run straight into someone and I look up. It’s Sean. “Hey, I didn’t think I’d see you here!” “How quaint.” “How have you been? Is track going well for you?” I feel my heart drop in my chest.
I never said anything about doing track to him. I’m a very logical person, so my first thought is maybe he found my Instagram or something? “It’s fine.” I try to walk past him, but he just moves in front of me. “I didn’t know you spoke French!” “I really have to run. My dad is picking me up.” This is a lie, but I feel safer saying that my dad is here and all that, even though my dad and I don’t get along well at all.
“Are you French?” “Yes.” I’m done with him at this point and shove him out of the way. I’m slender, but I do track, volleyball, swim team, and waterskiing, so I’m a lot stronger than I look.
He kinda looks at me with a shocked expression and I walk past him. I don’t mention anything to my guard when he picks me up, but I’m definitely unsettled. He doesn’t show up in class for the next few days, so I continue with life. One evening I’m at my aunt’s bookstore chilling with her. I’m running the cash and she’s reorganizing the displays while I’m ironically watching Darkness Prevails on my laptop.
It’s around eight, so it’s pretty slow business. Someone opens the door and my aunt greets them cheerfully. I look up from my computer and freeze as I realize it’s Sean. My aunt’s bookstore is very big, and the counter is kind of strange. It’s a big black counter with the square and cash drawer. Behind the counter, we have the bags, twine, wrapping paper, all that. There’s another counter behind that with a coffee bar, and that leads into the back and has a staircase upstairs to my aunt’s apartment.
I slide underneath the counter and pull out my phone to text my aunt. I hear someone shuffle over to the counter and I look up. It’s Sean, leaning over the counter. “Hi! I’m ready to check out!” He’s so cheerful, it’s insanely creepy. I sigh and stand up.
“What the hell do you want with me?” “What?” “You couldn’t have just come into this bookstore coincidentally.” “What are you talking about? I want to buy this biology handbook!” I give him a death glare as I check him out and bag his book. I hand it to him and continue glaring at him.
He just grins at me and leaves. My aunt dropped me off at my house later that evening, around ten. My house is giant. It has these tall bushes around the house, and a huge security gate. You’re required to have a fingerprint. There’s an intercom as well, so I’m not too worried about him trying to break in, not to mention our family’s security.
I was upstairs with my brother in the movie room, practicing Latin with him. We both get texts to come downstairs from the head of our security, so I follow my brother downstairs.
You guessed it. Sean had tried to break into my house. The house with a private security team and a huge security gate. One of the guards asked me if I knew him, because he claimed he knew me. “No, of course not.” I snap. I swear that guy started screaming at me about how I was leading him on,how he’d slit my wrists like my brother did, and how he’d murder my exotic, rich ass for this.
My oldest brother committed suicide a few years ago.
We’re pressing charges. I still don’t think he knows how old I am. I’m sure other people have had it worse, but this is the scariest experience I’ve ever had. I lived in Seoul until I was twelve and I’ve dealt with more than my fair share of creepers, but this is by far the scariest. I know I’m going to start having my bodyguard with me now.