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Unlicensed Babysitter Dance
I'm allowed to sleep in since we don't have to leave until late in the night, and I enjoy every moment of it. My bed is so comfy that I don't want to leave it. But then Mariam knocks on my door and ruins all the fun. Antony lets her in, giving me a nod, and I sit up just so I don't have to hear Mariam hound me."Time to get up," she says much too cheerily, opening the curtains. The sky is already darkening outside and only the bare minimum of light seeps into my room.I groan and scratch my head, looking Mariam up and down. She's wearing a cobalt blue pencil dress that's perfect for her petite frame. I've seen her wear it once before a long time ago."Am I the only one not ready?" I croak, getting out of bed."Emma's finishing up right now. But yes, you're basically the last one. We have enough time, though."I pad to the bathroom and start the tap so I can wash my face and brush my teeth. "By what you're wearing, I'm guessing I'm supposed to dress up."Mariam fills the bathroom doorw
Unlicensed Babysitter Answers
The speeches seem to last a lifetime, and they all have the same ending. 'Please donate', 'have a good time', 'enjoy the night.' I've finished my food already, as has everyone else at the table, and I'm counting the thorns on the roses of our table centerpiece. I wonder why the thorns were left alone, making the roses that much more dangerous.Finally, the last speech finishes and there's a round of applause. I clap, too, just to follow along, and survey the room. The atmosphere returns to how it was before- the dancing and drinking- and I wish I could enjoy this night along with everyone else. Now that there's nothing to stop her from talking, Mariam turns to me, her expression an odd one. Her jaw clenches and she takes a glance at Emma, who's sipping at a fresh glass of water. I gulp and scratch the back of my ear just as Roger excuses himself. He doesn't seem to have noticed Emma and I dancing and I thank the heavens for small favors.Mariam's eyes trail Roger as he stops to talk t
Unlicensed Babysitter Ever After
My stomach feels empty as I watch Mariam pace in front of Emma's house. Gravel crunches under Mariam's feet and she can't seem to stop adjusting her glasses on her face. I know she's worried about me, she has to be, but there's no way for us to communicate. She probably things I'm still off dispatching the man behind Emma's assassination attempts. I finished almost an hour ago, but I'm not ready to see everyone yet. So, I'm sitting beside the mansion's gates, hidden by early morning darkness.I scratch my arm and crusted blood flakes away from my skin. My mind replays what I had done earlier and I sigh, knowing I'm going to have to face everyone soon if only to tell them there's a hell of a mess to be cleaned. But at least Emma's safe now. Safe enough, at least. Roger is still a threat in my mind and I don't want him anywhere near Emma. I don't care that she's his daughter, he doesn't deserve her, not after what he's done.My fists clench as I think about all the things I want to do t
Unlicensed Babysitter Beginning
If you've never seen an accident up close, you should try, if simply out of morbid curiosity. It's so gross that you can't tear your eyes away from what's in front of you. It's so hard to stop looking. A piece of you wants to study the damage, see what's been done, while another part of you wants to watch the wreckage from a far to see what happens next.And I've gone with the former.Just a few feet ahead of me is some poor woman half engulfed by a car. It looks like its eating her, metal hungry for flesh. The woman's legs are hidden underneath, presumably, her overturned car. I dip my head to peek inside a shattered window and see her things scattered about. A coffee cup, some pens, receipts, a purse, and even some extra clothes. Perhaps she was going somewhere? Whatever the case, she's not moving and won't be arriving anywhere. In the back of the car are the normal things people keep with them- things that help them in times of accidents. None of them would help in this situation.M
Unlicensed Babysitter Red File
Surprisingly, I wake up by my own volition, and I stretch cattily atop my bed. The fact that Mariam didn't wake me up means something, but I'm too tired to care. I yawn loudly and run a hand through my messy hair, already moving to get out of bed.From the living room I hear the TV switch on and the volume lower, not that that stops me from listening in. Mariam's watching the news, local if my ears are right, which they are. Only a stickler like Mariam would want to watch the news in the morning instead of cartoons. Her parents must be so proud.Groaning, I decide to take a shower. I want to wash the stink of old blood off me, and if i'm in the bathroom, Mariam won't bother me. Lucky for me, the bathroom is in the opposite direction of the living room, so she won't see me. I quickly grab a towel and a change of clothes then pad over to bathroom. I shut the door, lock it, and place my belongings on the sink. The news is still running at the same volume as when I woke up so Mariam hasn't
Unlicensed Babysitter Hospital Visit
A random suit I don't remember ever meeting drops Mariam and I off at SaDian Hospital, where Emma is being treated. Even someone untrained could tell that the place is crawling with men in black. There are even a few guys with navy blue suits, and I wonder if that was on purpose or because their attire didn't matter. Maybe they were special and could wear whatever color they wanted. Perhaps they were from a different faction from the men in black and had a different set of skills. Either way, their presence did not go unnoticed. Neither did mine or Mariam's.The suits follow Mariam and I with their eyes, not even attempting to be discrete about it. To be fair, Mariam and I do look a bit odd. We don't look sad or have flowers or cards to say were visiting a friend or relative. We don't even look happy to say that were visiting someone who's recovering fabulously. If anything, we look a mother and daughter on a mission. I would find us suspicious, too. Their looks make me wonder, though.
Unlicensed Babysitter Roughness
Mariam and Richard, unfortunately, leave Emma and I alone in her room. Mariam said it was so that we could get to know each other better but I was a little suspicious. Mariam wouldn't leave alone with an inanimate object, much less a living person. She was a stickler like that. But the she gave me a very specific look, and I let it all slide. She wants to be alone with Richard, for what I could guess, but I wasn't going to get in her way. At least one of us will be having fun. Kinda sucks that it's not me.Huffing in defeat, I drag two chairs next to Emma's bed, one to sit in and the other to hold my resting feet. All I have to do is sit here and make sure she doesn't die so why not be comfortable while doing it? I doubt anyone will try anything here, anyway. The place is crawling with guys looking for an excuse to body check someone. I would probably think twice before attempting an assault. Probably. I'm not so smart when it comes to assault tactics. Mariam says I'm more of an 'attac
Unlicensed Babysitter Step Light
Mariam plops down next to me and crosses her legs at the knee. We watch as a bodybag is taken away to be disposed of properly, and I wonder if the guards will put it in the morgue area of the hospital or if they have other plans for the body. I can't imagine they'd want the body to be discovered."He was, in fact, trying to kill Emma," Mariam murmers. She shakes out her arm and tufts of air like dandelions make my nose scrunch. "He had a gun on him, plus a few other nasty weapons. We checked his other belongings for anything to identify him but we didn't find anything. How did you know what he was going to do?"I rub my nose. "I talked to him and described Emma as a red head. He didn't correct me. Then I told him how much she hates reading and he agreed with me." I shrug and stifle a sneeze."Smart. Good job."Sure, it was, until I lost control. But there's no point in bringing that point up. It's over. "Should we tell Emma?" I ask instead.Mariam sighs. "Richard is doing it right now.
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