You are going down buster

I was told to go to work. They will handle it. I pray that they would still be here when I return home. I got there and started to perform the last tests on the body armor for the president of the USA. Subdermal body armor. It is like a thin wet suit that matches the color of your skin. It can withstand gunfire and knives. There will be zero penetration and complete shock absorption. Today I will be testing it on a 50 caliber desert eagle. And armor-piercing rounds. I have five other rounds to test and then I can give the president a live demonstration. As per the rules, I can make a replica for myself what I make for the president. If this works I can ask him to keep my control freak grandpa out of my life for good. The same protection goes for my family. It passed with flying colors. Off to the White House. I was met with a bored Secret Service Agent who facilitated my meeting with the president and I did my thing. Even had one of his security shoot my hand with a 40 caliber at point-blank range. I didn't feel it. The president delivered on his promise and my grandfather was told not to come within ten miles of me. I even introduced him to the new armored vehicle I was designing for him. A fully autonomous tank disguised as a car. I proved that it plowed a tank as though it was tissue paper. The president heard that I was kidnapped a few days back and he was concerned that the perpetrators were not discovered so he assigned people to protect me as a favor for the car. I did not vote for the guy but he the president so as long he is POTUS the car is for his protection. When he steps down it will be for the next President. He agreed.

I arrived home to see my siblings grinning like silly. So I asked them what happened? They said HE came and started to boss them around telling them what to do when abruptly he got a call that made him sweaty faced and he walked out without a word. They guessed I had something to do with it. I made them swear not to tell anyone and they promised so I clarified the situation. They cheered as I sat down wearily. I knew it was a temporary restraining order. Like the terminator, he will be back. I knew the only way out of this nightmare was to get married. I just needed to find someone who is not afraid of his threats. Where do I find someone like that?

The answer came in form of Benji. He was wearing a military uniform. He just finished his shift at the Pentagon. I need to marry a soldier. I asked Benji if he could find someone for me for the Ball. It is for the US Marines. He was surprised that I asked. Because he has been trying to get me to go for the past six years and I gave him an earful of excuses. So today when I asked he got suspicious. I smiled innocently as possible. He gazed at me to figure out what was going on in my head. When he was certain it was sincere he smiled at me and walked towards his phone. He left it on the charger. He asked me if I had a type. I told him that he better be a few years older than me. He should be a redhead. I joked he must be elite. He winked at me as Bertha the cook chimed in reminding me to wash up for dinner. She made her famous flaky biscuits, beef stew. For dessert was strawberry cheesecake. This was my favorite and she only makes it on special occasions. So I hurried upstairs to refresh myself. They were shocked to hear that I was going on a date. They were relieved because I haven't been on a date since Nick. The mere mention of his name causes an uproar. They hate him for what he did to me.