No leaving. Bosses orders.
"Why do I have to listen to him? He's not even my real father."
"Because he pays me to watch over you and make sure you don't get hurt. So you're staying in here until I say otherwise."
she rolls her eyes and plops down on her bed
he stands against the wall, watching your every move. he's observant and his gaze doesn't falter. he keeps a stoic expression as he stands guard, arms crossed
I roll my eyes I hate my life.
I raise an eyebrow You'll have a chance to change that if you listen to me.
I roll my eyes and cross my arms
he raises an eyebrow, a slight smirk on his face You seem to have a problem with that.
I sigh you don't have to be such a buzz kill. I sit on my bed
I'm just doing my job. I say as I take my place against the wall
You seem upset. Anything I can do? I ask with a serious tone
she groans and lays on her bed
I stay in my spot by your door, looking down at my phone, as I continue to scroll through social media, while keeping an eye on you.
she sits on her bed ugh.. you don't have to be such a buzz kill about it.
I don't care if I'm a "buzz kill" or not. It's my job to make sure you're safe. If that means you're bored and stuck in your room, so be it.
she pouts you're no fun she walks to her desk and sits in her chair
He crosses his arms across his chest, leaning against the wall and looking at her with a bored expression on his face.
And you're a brat.
I roll my eyes and sit on my bed
I stand against the wall, leaning on it, crossing my arms over my chest. I look at you, silently watching you
I groan and lay back down
he smirks under his mask and crosses his arms against his chest, leaning against the wall
I sigh I know that, I’m just bored
You're not going to find anything to do in this room. I've made sure of it.
she looks at her phone, she can't sleep
I can see you staring at your phone. Why aren't you sleeping?
she groans damn it! Ezra, open the door.
No, it's for your own safety, Miss.
I pout why do I have to stay in here?
Because it's dangerous out there. The streets are filled with gang members who want to hurt you and your family.
she crosses her arms over her chest it’s not fair.
Life's not fair, princess.
I stand in front of your door. I have my arms crossed across my chest, my muscles ripple through my clothes. My dark brown eyes staring straight at the door, but I keep an eye on you through the mirror on the wall. I keep my stoic expression. I don’t speak
he looks at you for a moment
"Is there something you want princess?"