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S.O.S. (Please Someone Help Me)
Chapter 6
Synyster woke up the next morning with the previous nights events still fresh in his head. He got up and fixed himself some breakfast turning on the TV.
And sure enough just like he knew it was the VMAs was on every single news channel and even on some non news channels. He turned up the volume while sipping his coffee.
"Last night the VMAs a night of celebration turned into a night of horror and close calls." The reporter said.
"23 year old pop sensation Rihanna was the target of a bomb threat which she narrowly escaped with the help of her bodyguard Synyster Gates."
"Rihanna was one of the nights leading contenders winning ten of her eleven nominations." The reporter went on. "Including for best female artist, best single for S and M, best music video for Disturbia among others."
"When it came time for her to accept the last award of the night for best album of the year, the stage exploded and Rihanna nearly escaped with her life."
"Police think this attempt on the young pop stars life is connected to a string of threatening phone calls, letters, and messages she had been receiving for two months." The reporter said.
Synyster turned off the news and went to get dressed. With last nights attempt on Rihannas life he was doing a once over of her house to make sure everything is intact.
After dressing in ripped jeans and a black buttoned up shirt he got in his car and drove to her house.
After showing Benny the gate man his ID he drove in and parked on the lawn since there were mutiple cars in the driveway.
He approached the front door ringing the doorbell. Instead of Rhonda answering the door it was Rihanna herself. Her eyes were red evidence she had been crying possibly all night, her hair was in a messy ponytail, and she was dressed in a plain tank top and shorts. She didn't look like a pop star right now.
Rihanna was one of those rare women who looked good without her makeup on Synyster thought briefly.
Rihanna ushered him into the house without a word.
"Are you okay Rihanna?" Synyster asked.
"What kind of dumbass question is that?! She said her eyes flashing briefly. "Someone tried to kill my ass last night and you're gonna ask me am I okay? "Do I look fucking okay to you?!"
"Well your not dead thanks to me pushing you out the way and knowing there was a bomb under the stage." Synyster said not hiding his anger towards her ungratefulness.
This girl had to be bipolar or she was on an everlasting period Synyster thought. How can she be actually nice one second than a complete bitch the next?
"I'm sorry Synyster." Rihanna said surprising him. "You're right if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be here right now." "I really I'm glad you're here." She said with a sincere smile.
"It's okay." He said awkwardly. "So I'm here to make sure all the cameras are working I promise I'll do everything I can to protect you."
"Thank you." She said giving him another smile before walking away.
Synyster stood there dumbfounded. Rihanna had just apologized and thanked him? This was a big 180 from the first time they met.
Snapping out his daze he went to check the cameras.
He checked the final camera that was in a high tree. As he was doing it he felt like he was being watched. He looked down to see Rihanna looking up at him holding a glass with a red drink in it.
He climbed down and walked over to her.
"I thought you'd be thirsty." She said with a smile.
"Thanks." He said taking the glass and drinking from it. It was raspberry tea with a touch of lemon.
"You made this?" He asked. "It's very good." He took another shallow.
"Yes and thank you." Rihanna said giving him another smile which he returned.
"Synyster I wanted to ask you something." She said.
"What is it?" He asked looking up.
"Well Katy invited me me to her birthday party tomorrow and she wanted me to ask you if you wanted to come." Rihanna said. "But only if you wanted to I mean tomorrow is your day off you wouldn't be coming as my bodyguard but as a friend."
Synyster thought deeply about it. Katy Perry was nice to him last night and nice enough to invite him to her party.
"Tell her I'll be there." He said with a smile.
"Great there's something else." She said looking down.
"What?" He asked.
"Well my car is being repaired and everyone else is arriving in limos which I don't wanna do so I was wondering if I could ride with you?" She asked.
"Sure." He blurted out without really thinking about it. "What time do you want me to pick you up?"
"I'm gonna be ready by eight so how about seven thirty?" She asked.
"Okay." Synyster said with a smile.
Which Rihanna returned.
And sure enough just like he knew it was the VMAs was on every single news channel and even on some non news channels. He turned up the volume while sipping his coffee.
"Last night the VMAs a night of celebration turned into a night of horror and close calls." The reporter said.
"23 year old pop sensation Rihanna was the target of a bomb threat which she narrowly escaped with the help of her bodyguard Synyster Gates."
"Rihanna was one of the nights leading contenders winning ten of her eleven nominations." The reporter went on. "Including for best female artist, best single for S and M, best music video for Disturbia among others."
"When it came time for her to accept the last award of the night for best album of the year, the stage exploded and Rihanna nearly escaped with her life."
"Police think this attempt on the young pop stars life is connected to a string of threatening phone calls, letters, and messages she had been receiving for two months." The reporter said.
Synyster turned off the news and went to get dressed. With last nights attempt on Rihannas life he was doing a once over of her house to make sure everything is intact.
After dressing in ripped jeans and a black buttoned up shirt he got in his car and drove to her house.
After showing Benny the gate man his ID he drove in and parked on the lawn since there were mutiple cars in the driveway.
He approached the front door ringing the doorbell. Instead of Rhonda answering the door it was Rihanna herself. Her eyes were red evidence she had been crying possibly all night, her hair was in a messy ponytail, and she was dressed in a plain tank top and shorts. She didn't look like a pop star right now.
Rihanna was one of those rare women who looked good without her makeup on Synyster thought briefly.
Rihanna ushered him into the house without a word.
"Are you okay Rihanna?" Synyster asked.
"What kind of dumbass question is that?! She said her eyes flashing briefly. "Someone tried to kill my ass last night and you're gonna ask me am I okay? "Do I look fucking okay to you?!"
"Well your not dead thanks to me pushing you out the way and knowing there was a bomb under the stage." Synyster said not hiding his anger towards her ungratefulness.
This girl had to be bipolar or she was on an everlasting period Synyster thought. How can she be actually nice one second than a complete bitch the next?
"I'm sorry Synyster." Rihanna said surprising him. "You're right if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be here right now." "I really I'm glad you're here." She said with a sincere smile.
"It's okay." He said awkwardly. "So I'm here to make sure all the cameras are working I promise I'll do everything I can to protect you."
"Thank you." She said giving him another smile before walking away.
Synyster stood there dumbfounded. Rihanna had just apologized and thanked him? This was a big 180 from the first time they met.
Snapping out his daze he went to check the cameras.
He checked the final camera that was in a high tree. As he was doing it he felt like he was being watched. He looked down to see Rihanna looking up at him holding a glass with a red drink in it.
He climbed down and walked over to her.
"I thought you'd be thirsty." She said with a smile.
"Thanks." He said taking the glass and drinking from it. It was raspberry tea with a touch of lemon.
"You made this?" He asked. "It's very good." He took another shallow.
"Yes and thank you." Rihanna said giving him another smile which he returned.
"Synyster I wanted to ask you something." She said.
"What is it?" He asked looking up.
"Well Katy invited me me to her birthday party tomorrow and she wanted me to ask you if you wanted to come." Rihanna said. "But only if you wanted to I mean tomorrow is your day off you wouldn't be coming as my bodyguard but as a friend."
Synyster thought deeply about it. Katy Perry was nice to him last night and nice enough to invite him to her party.
"Tell her I'll be there." He said with a smile.
"Great there's something else." She said looking down.
"What?" He asked.
"Well my car is being repaired and everyone else is arriving in limos which I don't wanna do so I was wondering if I could ride with you?" She asked.
"Sure." He blurted out without really thinking about it. "What time do you want me to pick you up?"
"I'm gonna be ready by eight so how about seven thirty?" She asked.
"Okay." Synyster said with a smile.
Which Rihanna returned.