The Isaacs

Epilogue

A/N: Hello everybody, this story is about Y/N and Oscar Isaac. In this story Y/N is a babysitter working for Oscar. (keep in mind that he is not married in this story) As for the appearance of  Y/N let your minds roam free. 

Let the story begin!
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Your phone buzzes in your left pant pocket.
You pull out the phone frantically and press the green answer button.
Bringing the phone to your ear you hear your mother yelling.

"Sorry about that Y/N" she apologizes, taking a deep breath as she does so, "I'm trying to put your brother to sleep".
Daniel's screams are prominent in the back of the call. He's clearly excited about something, and getting him to bed will be quite the challenge for your mother.
"No problem ma" you respond.
"Right, I called to let you know that I can't pick you up right now, I have to clean up this pigsty" she continues. Dammit. Now i don't have a ride to leave this babysitting gig.
"Ma, are you 100% sure that you can't come?" I ask.
"I'm sorry love but i really have to get cleaning. Maybe call one of your friends to pick you up? she says.
"Sure ma, i'll get going now" I respond .
"Alright, don't come home too late!"
"yeah, bye."

AN HOUR LATER

Shit, nobody is picking up, you think to yourself. Well obviously nobody is going to answer, it's a friday night, everybody is out partying. I should have gone to that party. There was no use in worrying about that now, as you were far away from any sort of parties.
Who am i even babysitting for? The lady that offered you this gig claimed to be a secretary and insisted on keeping her employer's name under wraps. Weird. By the looks of this place, you were certain that your 'boss' is incredibly wealthy. Honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if they were famous.

A couple hours later, you put the kids to bed and tell them a bedtime story. Flipping through the pages of the book, your eyes started to feel droopy. These kids were wide eyed, sitting up attentively, listening to every word. There was not a single trace of exhaustion in sight. You finally reach the end of the book and shut it slowly as you yawn.
"And they lived happily ever after" you mutter. Shaking your head a little, you regain consciousness and clear your throat.
"Eugene, Mads, it's time for bed" you say in a calming tone, a stark contrast to your usual rough tone.
"When is daddy coming home?" the shorter one asks. She had short brown hair, akin to a bowl cut. But for some reason it looked pretty cute on the kid. "I don't know Mads, but i'll make sure to find out for you" you say with a smile.
After a few long minutes of compromising for bedtime, you walked out of their bedroom with five dollars less than you originally had.

You walked down the stairs of this luxurious home imagining what life might have been like if you were born into money like those kids sleeping upstairs. Damn i live in a shit hole compared to this. After reaching the bottom of the stairs, you take a seat next to the large painting beside the couch. You look up at it, tilting your head up by a lot. This thing was massive. It took up majority of the gigantic wall. As much as you tried to understand the concept of the painting, it just looked like splotches black and red brush strokes, with random white lines coating the canvas. Observing it made you kind of dizzy, and droopy, and.... your eyes begin to close. You shake your head again, snapping out of it and reach back into your pocket to pull out your phone.
3:21 am
What? How did it get so late?
You start pacing around the room trying to figure out how you were going to get home. Evidently, you can't ask their father or mother so maybe an uber was the only choice.
You open Google with a slowly increasingly panicked look on your face.
Uber - Download the app!
You quickly download it and put in the address. WHAT? 33 dollars to get back home?! You sighed deeply, accepting the fact that you were going to be officially broke after this. After pressing the big CONFIRM option, you wince, your soul in pain from the money spent. It's your only way home so you decide not to fret over it. You refresh the app a couple times, only to find that your uber is 47 minutes away. Groaning, you get up and stretch. You need to find a way to stay up until the uber comes, and you need to find it pronto.

Stumbling to the kitchen, you open a few drawers here and there, and open a counter hidden near the back of the kitchen. You've just found yourself the liquor cabinet.
bingo.
You open the cabinet and slowly examine the continents. You couldn't tell if it was your imagination or not, but it almost seemed like the bottles were glistening, calling out your name. Your eyes scan each bottle, the next seemingly more expensive than the last. Finally you reach the bottom left of the cabinet and find a slightly golden bottle.
perfect! tequila
The label read:
Aged Amber tequila
You take the bottle from the cabinet and set it down on the island. After a lot of searching you manage to find a shot glass.
While pouring the golden clear liquid you realize some lime would make the shot a lot better.

You made your way to the fridge and looked for limes. If they have this fine selection of liquor they must have lime.
You didn't know anything about alcohol but you've watched a lot of movies. After opening the fridge, you pick up one of the limes from the pile in the bag. You pick it up and juggle it as you make your way back to the island table. Giddy with excitement, you laugh a bit. You cut open the lime, licking the leftover juice from your finger, and put it over the shot glass.
While you struggled to squeeze the lime juice from the lime, you heard the door unlock.
shit.