Guarding Isabella By lindsay520.pdf

Guarding Isabella By lindsay520

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7116512/1/

Chapter 1 song(s): "Falling Slowly" by Kris Allen

*Instead of posting a music playlist on my profile page, I decided to list the

song(s) right in the beginning under the chapter notes. I recommend playing the

song in the background while reading. Sometimes I will mention the song within

the story so you know exactly where it fits best. If I don't mention it in the story,

you'll just have to guess! ;)

"Show starts in 10 minutes Jacob, what the fuck are you doing standing

backstage?" Jasper yelled.

"I'm backstage duty tonight man, what the hell!" Jacob protested, lifting his arms

up at his sides.

"No, Edward is backstage duty tonight, you and Emmett are first and second

front stage guards." Then Jasper paused and spoke into his headset. I heard it

through my earpiece,

"We've located Jacob, he's coming out now."

Then he walked up to Jacob with a scowl. "Your walking on thin ice man, get your

goddamn schedule memorized! We cannot afford to have holes in security,

especially not with my sister. Now move!" He yelled, giving Jacob a shove toward

the stage stairwell which was a bold move considering Jacob was about 3 times

the size of Jasper. Jacob quickly jogged down the stairwell and out to the front

center stage floor. I saw him take his place a few feet to Emmett's right. The

back of their black t-shirts displayed SECURITY in big white letters.

Jasper was head of security on the "2011 Isabella US Tour". He was also Bella's

brother. Emmett, Jacob and I were all additional bodyguards. Emmett had been a

bodyguard for the past 4 years, ever since Bella had exploded onto the scene and

became a national singing sensation. To her fans, she was known as just

"Isabella," but to everyone behind the scenes she was "Bella." She was just 19

when she started, but the media compared her to singers like Duffy, Adele, Lilly

Allen, and Amy Winehouse. Now at 23, she was touring the country with an entire

crew of professionals on 3 gigantic tour buses.

On one bus was Rose, her manager and publicist. Alice, her stylist and make-up

artist. Stacey and Autumn, her two back-up singers. Paul and Whitney, the two

head stage-hands, and Rachel and Scotty, two additional stage hands. A second

bus was strictly used for her band and band's equipment. A third bus was for

Bella and her security.

Unlike most major musicians, Bella's touring crew was small. That was how she

preferred it. She could easily sell out huge multi-level arenas, but she only

performed at smaller, more intimate concert halls. She didn't have an opening act

or any fancy stage effects or wardrobe changes. It was just Bella and her band,

and the fans were absolutely wild for her.

For the first 4 years of Bella's career, only Jasper and Emmett were needed to

protect Bella from overzealous fans and any other potential danger. Then, about

a month ago, Bella started to receive disturbing fan mail and gifts from a man

who claimed to follow her throughout the country. Jasper didn't think the man

was considered a credible threat, but shortly after, Bella's dressing room was

broken into and torn apart at one of her shows. Luckily Bella wasn't inside at the

time. So Jasper hired Jacob and I to join her security team and we've been

traveling with the tour ever since.

Jacob came highly recommended from a well-known Hollywood agency. He had

worked with several actors and musicians in the past. My background consisted of

personal guarding for several notorious politicians in D.C. I was tired of the

scandals involved in politics so I moved to L.A. a couple of months ago for a

change of scenery.

I stood with my arms crossed beside Bella's dressing room door. I heard the

stage hands giving instructions through my earpiece and watched as various

venue workers walked hurriedly around doing tedious little jobs, but mostly

taking up space and getting in the way. The dressing room door opened next to

me and Alice walked out rolling a rack of clothing behind her. She was a tiny

thing with short dark hair and always stood out in bright clothing and sky-high

heels. She closed the door behind her.

"Hey Edward! Backstage duty tonight?" She asked cheerfully. I nodded. "Cool,

catch you later!" She said, and she continued on her way. Just then, I heard Rose

approaching, her high heels clicking loudly on the hard floor. She wore a

professional, black pants suit. She was talking fervently into her headset, but not

on the same channel as mine. She adjusted the tiny mic in front of her glossy red

lips and stopped in front of the dressing room door. She knocked twice and called

out,

"5 minutes Bella, you ready?" The door opened and Bella stepped out. She wore

a strapless, gathered ivory mini dress and matching satin pumps. Her dark brown

hair cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves.

"Yes." She said quietly. Always so quiet. Over the past month I had worked for

her, I hadn't seen the girl speak more than two sentences to any of the other

crew or security...and we even shared a bus. When she wasn't onstage, she kept

to herself. Not in a stuck-up, I'm-better-than-everyone-else kind of way. Just in a

shy, apprehensive way, which was shocking since she came to life on stage. She

sure fooled the fans. They didn't have a clue what the real Isabella was like.

Rose led Bella to center back stage. I followed, always staying within 20 feet as

my job required. Rose and the stage hands gathered around Bella. I peeked out

at the crowd. It was a sold-out show as usual, and they were getting noisy in

anticipation of the show starting. The lights dimmed and the crowd was on their

feet. I watched Bella's forlorn face. She took a deep breath, then turned her lips

up into a big smile and walked out on stage.

The show ended around 11:00 PM. It was a little before 1:00 AM by the time the

entire crew had loaded onto the tour buses. Metal fence barricades created an

aisle from the building to the buses about 10 feet apart and fans were gathered

along each side. The venue had their own security lined up along the barricades

so our guys focused on getting Bella on the bus safely. Jasper and Emmett

walked out first. The fans were chanting "Isabella!" over and over again.

Jacob and I waited inside the building with Bella. She was in between us near the

exit. I glanced at her, she had showered and changed clothes in her dressing

room. Her damp hair was pulled up into a messy bun and she wore a black

hoodie, jeans, and Converse sneakers. Her hands were stuffed in her pockets and

she was hunched over looking at her feet.

I saw Jasper enter the bus with Emmett right behind him. A second later, Emmett

leaned out the door and gestured for us to follow. I placed my hand on the small

of Bella's back and we walked out. Cameras were flashing and the crowd was

cheering. One photographer leaned so far over the barricade that Jacob had to

move him out of the way and hold his hand in front of the camera lens.

Bella's privacy was very important to her and we did our best to obstruct all

unwanted photographs. She didn't mind scheduled photoshoots and fan

requested photos, but she hated the paparazzi. She stayed hunched over and I

moved my hand from her back to her shoulder, guiding her. Jacob walked up the

bus stairs, and Bella followed with me close behind. The driver had the engine

running and ready to go. He quickly closed the doors. The bus was soundproof

and the silence was soothing.

The buses were extravagant. In our bus, the front room had a white leather

wrap-around couch, and two 40" flat screens hung on opposite walls beside

several dark, tinted windows. Thick navy blue carpeting lined the front room floor

then ended at the kitchen where it turned into gray tile.

The kitchen area had a full refrigerator/freezer combo, and a long stretch of black

granite counter with a sink, microwave, and various small appliances. Everything

was shiny stainless steel. Opposite the counter was a table that sat four. Cherry

wood cabinetry with silver knobs lines the walls above the windows.

Our bus had 6 large bunks, 3 on each side. Each bunk had its own flip-down TV

with DVD player, lighting, shelving, and personal closet space built inside the

alcove. The bunks each had a thick, dark curtain that pulled along the entire

length for privacy.

The bathroom was next, with a full size shower stall, toilet, plenty of shelving for

everyone's belongings, and a deep sink inside a large marble vanity. A TV hung

on the bathroom wall.

Lastly, was the backroom. Bella's room. She had her own queen size bed, full

closet, and 40" TV.

Everyone scattered throughout the bus as it started in route to the next city.

"Good show tonight Bells." Jasper said, giving his sister a quick hug.

"Goodnight Bella." Emmett said, giving her a wave. He pulled his shirt off and

climbed into his bunk.

"Goodnight everyone, thank you." Bella said meekly, barely raising her eyes to

any of us. She walked down the hall in between the bunks and into her bedroom,

closing the door behind her.

Jacob opened the refrigerator and pulled out a beer. "Sorry for the mix-up tonight

man." He said to Jasper. Then he plopped down on the leather sofa and cracked

open the beer. Jasper rolled his eyes and sat at the kitchen table.

"Just get your shit together Jacob. You know I don't assign new positions in the

middle of the week. What's your next position?"

"Friday, Detroit, backstage duty." Jacob answered, pointing at Jasper.

"Thank you. Edward, Emmett?"

Emmett poked his head out from behind his bunk curtain. "Friday, Detroit, second

front stage guard."

Jasper looked at me.

"Thursday and Friday, Detroit, personal guard." I responded, sitting across from

Jacob on the sofa.

"Good, and I'm first front stage guard Friday night." Said Jasper, running his

hands through his hair with a sigh. "Thank God for a day of rest now. Sorry

Edward." Jasper said, realizing I was still working tomorrow as personal guard

while everybody else had a day off. Personal guard always stuck with Bella until

the next show. Even if there was an off day in between, Bella always needed a

personal guard with her.

I was just about to stand up to head to my bunk when Jacob spoke up.

"You guys think Bella would want to come out here and have a beer with us?"

Jasper closed his eyes. "No Jacob, I don't think she would like to come out and

have a beer." He said in a patronizing tone.

"Geez man, I was just asking. She always seems so down, I thought maybe she'd

like a change of pace, y'know."

Jasper sighed. "Well, you'd be down too if you'd gone through what she's gone

through." He said quietly.

"What has she gone through?" Jacob asked.

Jasper shook his head. "Just don't worry about it man. Rest up before Friday."

Then he walked back to his bunk and climbed in.

Jacob shrugged his shoulders and then turned to me. "Do you know?"

I shook my head and then saw Emmett pop his head out again. "Leave it alone

Jacob." He called down the bus aisle.

Jacob sighed, "Everyone's so tense around here. We all need to loosen up." He

said, taking a swig of his beer.

I stood up and walked back to my bunk, turning in for the night.

We arrived at a hotel in Detroit late Thursday afternoon. Rose had a cleaning

crew waiting in the parking lot to complete the weekly bus cleaning. We climbed

off the buses and headed up to our rooms. The assigned personal guard always

had an attached suite with Bella. The rooms were separate but had a door in

between for immediate access should she need assistance. I carried Bella's bags

into her suite. I set them down and headed to the attached doorway.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" I asked Bella, my hand on the

doorknob. She glanced at me, her eyes meeting mine for a split second. Then she

shook her head, no. "OK, I'll be right here if you need anything." Then I walked

through the door and into my suite.

A short while later, I heard a knock on my outside door and I peered through the

peephole. Jacob and Emmett stood there. I let them in.

"What's going on man?" Jacob asked.

"Not much." I said.

"Too bad you're on personal guard tonight, we're all heading over to this bar

across the street called Jericho's. There's a comedy show at midnight." Jacob

said, sitting down on the sofa.

"Sounds fun. Who's 'we'?" I said leaning up against the kitchen counter.

"Us two, Autumn, Stacey and Rose for sure. We might be able to convince Jasper

and Alice to come along. Hey, maybe we can convince Bella to come out and then

you can check it out too?" Jacob suggested.

Emmett spoke up. "Jacob, she's not going to want to come out."

"How do you know? Why don't we just ask?" Jacob said.

"Believe me, I know." Emmett said.

Jacob stood up and walked to the attached suite door. "Well what if I worked a

little Jacob magic? You know, turn up the charm a little?" He said, flexing his

pectoral muscles through his tight white t-shirt with a grin. In the next second,

Emmett was in front of Jacob and had his hand blocking the door.

"I'm serious Jacob, let her be." Emmett said in a low and quiet voice.

After the guys left, I ordered room service. I ate, then showered and changed

into a pair of black basketball shorts and a white t-shirt. I sat on the couch and

turned the TV on. It was 8:00 PM. I watched a few episodes of Dexter on

Showtime and clicked the TV off around 11:00 PM. I stood up from the sofa and

paused. I heard something. It sounded like...crying. I walked over to the

attached suite door and listened. It was crying.

I knocked on the door. "Bella? Is everything OK?" She didn't answer. I knocked

again. "Bella?" No answer. She could be hurt or in trouble. I had no choice, I

opened the door and walked in. The room was dim. My eyes adjusted and I

looked around and saw Bella sitting on the floor with her back leaned up against

the bed in only a little white t-shirt and white panties. Her knees were drawn up

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