Chapter 2: Bodyguard for Hire.

Alyia's POV.

“Alyia is really a brat. Why don't she accept the apologies of Eli? She just believes that she's superior to Eli because she's popular.”

“What Alyia did was really perfect. Let Eli suffer from her own mistakes!”

“Alyia, the queen. She really has a good heart except for those people that deserves to have a nice treatment. I salute you, Miss Vega!”

I scrolled up and down, saw so many words about me. I don't know how but there's a video of us. Me and Eli. It was a video of how Eli apologized to me and how I rejected her. 

I reached for a bottle of water on my side table and drank from it. 

“See? The people really admires you.”

Mommy Iya is here at my condo. She insisted to be with me this weekend and I don't know why. 

“I don't really care, Mommy. I just did what I think she deserves.”, I answered and shrugged. 

“Darling, keep doing those. Your popularity will really increase and I think you deserve that.”

I smiled at her sweetly and returns my gaze to my phone. I continued to scroll up and down. 

The moment I got bored, I was about to turn off my phone but a tweet caught my attention. 

“Mr. Alejandro Dario Vega's Suicide Case Is Not Really Suicide.”

It was an article about my dad. I was hesitant to click it but my curiosity is really pushing me to find out what's inside that article. 

I stared at it for a couple of minutes. 

My father died because of suicide. I'm sure. I saw it with my own eyes. 

A thought of my father being killed didn’t pass by my mind. The case was suicide. After that, the case was closed immediately. 

“Darling! I am cooking. What do you want for lunch? You have to hurry! You have a taping to attend to, right? Go get change. I will ready your lunch.”, that was Mommy Iya's voice. 

I immediately stood up and went to my room. 

* * * 

“Let's go?”, asked Mommy Iya when she saw me walking down the stairs. 

Wearing my white bralette, black cargo pants and black stilletos, I nodded at her.

“Here.”

My gaze went to her hand. She's handing me a aviator sunglasses. 

I grabbed it and nodded. 

“Let's go.”

The ride to the venue was fast. I ate my lunch at the car so I was full when we arrived. 

I got off the car only to see people doing their individual job. 

The set is really crowded. 

I walk towards the director and greeted him. 

“Oh, Alyia! Is it okay if you wait inside your dressing room? There was a sudden emergency that came up just now and we're fixing it. I'm sorry if we can't start on time.”, the director exclaimed when I greeted him.

“No. It's fine, really. Go and fix it. I'm fine here. I'll just take walk for a minute.”, I said and smiled sweetly to him. 

“Do you want someone to accompany you? I'll call one of my staffs if you want.”

“No. I'm fine. Really. Thank you for the concern but you're busy, right? Just fix the emergency or whatever for us to be able to start.”

My sweet smile remained in my lips as he turned his back at me and started to do his job. 

I toured my gaze all over the set. Mommy Iya was talking to someone so I can't interrupt her. 

I decided to take a walk when I saw a garden, I went inside. Inhaled and exhaled the fresh air. 

I didn't notice that I just closed my eyes. My mind took me to the memory that I really want to forget. 

“Baby, your dad and you will be fine without me. Please, stop crying. Mommy will only rest but mommy will always be right here.”, she said in a very weak voice while pointing at my heart. 

“Mommy, p-please don't leave me. Don't leave us. Daddy won't forgive me if I let you die. No. I don't want you to die.”

I was crying really loud. I wasn't a crybaby but seeing my mom like this made me cry so many tears. 

“Sometimes, what we want is what we can't have. Keep dreaming, baby. I will always guide you. I love you.”

The moment mommy closed her eyes, thousands or even millions of tears escaped my eyes. 

I was crying really hard when the door in this room opened. I saw dad getting inside. 

“N-no. I'm late. Diana, wake up. Please, wake up.”, daddy immediately went to mommy who wasn’t opening her eyes. 

I cried and cried along with daddy. 

My gaze was with daddy when he suddenly pull out a gun from his pocket. 

“D-daddy…”

“I promised your mommy that I will be with her 'til death do as part, baby. It's time to keep that promise.”

When daddy pointed the gun on her head, I closed my eyes. I heard a deafening voice of gunshot. 

“Miss Alyia! The taping will start already! The director is looking for you.”

I opened my eyes and wiped the tears down my cheeks. 

“Coming!”, I shouted and stood up. 

* * * 

“That was tiring, really.”, I sighed heavily and opened the bottle of water, drank and exhaled. 

“You can take a nap here.”, it was Mommy Iya's voice. 

We're already inside the car and headed to my condo. 

I did what she said. I closed my eyes and snuggled at the back of the car.

I took a quick nap and was wakened up by loud voices. 

I stared outside only to see cameras and people outside my condominium. 

I looked at Mommy Iya and she was also shocked right now. 

I raised my eye brows at her. 

“What's with the media? Why are they here?”, I asked her. 

“I don't know, darling.”

I rolled my eyes. 

When we got inside the parking lot, there were group of people holding cameras that are waiting for us too. 

The moment the car parked, they started to walk or even run towards us. 

“Miss Vega, what can you say about the issue about your father?”

“Was it really true that you let that pass by just like that?”

“Is it true that you immediately closed the case for the media to not dig deeper?”

“Is it true that the suspect behind your dad's death is you?” 

I got off the car and was welcomed by their questions. I wore my sunglasses and walked towards the entrance. Guards are around me but they are not enough to stop the media from touching me. 

I just walked but suddenly nails started scratching my skin.

“Ouch!”, I exclaimed when that scratch deepened. 

I walked faster but the scratches from whoever didn't stop. 

When I got in my unit, I immediately looked at my hands that got bruises. 

“Mygod! Darling, you've got scratches!”

I walked towards my room to get my first-aid kit. 

“What was that, Mommy?”, I exclaimed while putting alcohol in my scratches. 

“I clearly don't know, darling.”

I reached for the remote and turned on the tv. 

“Alyia Lyra Vega, a model and a actress is involved in her Dad's death? She concealed her Dad's case for her image, is this true? We will be back after the advertisements.”

“That’s it! I'm getting you a personal bodyguard! The media will follow you wherever you go.”

I don't know what startles me. Being followed and questioned by the media or having a guy following me wherever I go? 

I sighed.