Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
I made my way to the bathroom after that one. I'd had enough, I wasn't made for drama of any kind. I might start breaking out in hives any minute if I hung around much longer.
I'm not a wimp or anything, at least not really. I just abhor conflict of any kind, not my own and not other people's either. And that looked like it was about to turn really bad.
I checked my watch; the kids should be here any minute. I hope they get this cleared up before the little ones get home. This wouldn't be good for them, to see their parents go at each other like that.
Mr. Killion was pretty good about shielding them from stuff but his ex was never one to be careful. I snuck out the bathroom and headed for the family room. I could no longer hear them but who knows if she was still here.
I looked out the picture window for the bus. The kids only had one more week of school before they were out for the summer. I had a lot of fun things planned for our time together.
I've been babysitting them on and off for the past two years, since my sixteenth birthday. It started out as once in a while when they needed a night out, or when Mr. Killion was away playing ball and the wife, now ex wife wanted to hit the town.
Had I known what she was getting up to maybe I wouldn't have made myself available, maybe she wouldn't have done the things she had done. But she had.
Mr. Killion had asked me to watch the kids full time this summer. It would be my first time as their full time nanny, well nanny –housekeeper, since I had to cook and clean as well.
He’d fired all the help from before because no one had told him that his kids were being neglected or that his wife was making a fool of him. He said he knew he could trust me because even though I was young, I’d always played it straight with him.
I wasn’t sure about the housekeeping thing, or even the fulltime babysitting, but there was no way I was going to pass up the opportunity to be around him. Especially now that he was single again.
For those infrequent times over the years that I’d seen him, I’d been able to hide my true feelings. We were never in each other’s presence that much back then, since I mostly dealt with her.
So when he called me up and offered me the job, I jumped at it. Not only would he be paying me better than the fast food place which was my only other option before going off to college, but I would also be staying here the whole summer.
In his house, his big beautiful mansion with the indoor swimming pool, the hot tub that I have very X-rated dreams of sharing with him and most of all with him.
My mom was only too glad to get me out of her hair since she could now take that trip with her new boyfriend that she wanted to. And besides, I was eighteen so the decision had pretty much been mine.
His football camp would be starting a few weeks after school let out for the kids and since I was out already it worked out fine. Plus like I said, he was paying me a mint.
The kids were wonderful, they took after their father obviously, one of each. Junior was eight and Chelsea was five, they were gorgeous little well behaved cuties who I loved to death.
I'd been watching them since Junior was six and Chelsea was about three, they were my little munchkins. When all the madness had gone down between their parents it was me they turned to for reassurance.
Of course they had their grandma Val who was an angel if I ever saw one, and their aunt Paulette and uncle Joseph and grandpa Charles, but I guess they were accustomed to seeing me just a little more than they did the others.
I'd never really gotten along with the ex Mrs. Killion, she always seemed a bit aloof to me. It was a wonder I kept the job so long with her attitude; she hated anything female...
"You still here? I want you gone." Oh boy, round two is about to start I guess.
"You can't treat me this way Gage, I won't stand for it."
"You've finally lost your damn mind. I don't care what you will or won't stand for.”
“I stopped caring before the ink was dry on the divorce papers. In case you haven't gotten it yet, I despise you, you mean nothing to me.” Ouch, way to get a point across. I was almost afraid. Would he treat me this way if we were together?