The babysitter - Holland March

Prologue.

Ivy was at the airport in line to get on the plane that will take her back to the place she grew up. She never liked California, and when her dad decided to move to Los Ángeles she hated it. Her biggest dream was to move across the country, to New York. And after a lot of hard work she managed to do it. She lived there for almost four years, that's until she got a call from her dads boss telling her that he passed away from having a stroke.

The news were so sudden, so out of the blue she couldn't believe it. She had a good relationship with her dad, of course they would fight occasionally but she still loved him and cared for him. So of course she was sad, heartbroken. He would call her once a week to check up on her and being the good dad that he was he would sometimes, a lot of times actually, send her money.

And as much as she loved NY, these news changed everything, she got on the first flight back to LA as soon as possible. Her dad was a FBI agent, he knew how dangerous the world was, full freaks and mad people. He always made sure that Ivy could defend herself. His dream was that one day Ivy could join Quantico and become a FBI agent herself but that never happened. Ivy's true calling was art, specially painting. She was a free soul, not a hippie but a free soul? Sure

As soon as she boarded the plane she sat down and it didn't take long until she drifted off to sleep. The Xanax she took earlier worked like a charm, she thought. The NY to LA flight was a long one so thankfully she had plenty of rest. She slept so well that she didn't even realize when they landed in LAX until a flight attendant woke her up.

"Miss? Miss I'm sorry to wake you up but you have to exit the plane..." said the flight attendant to Ivy.

She quickly woke up and she looked around the plane and she realized she was the last one in it.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" She said while standing up and taking her bag and the rest of her luggage with her.

"It's okay miss it happens more than you think" she said smiling.

"Alright, thank you!" Said Ivy smiling embarrassed.

"Have a nice day! And we hope that you travel with us again!" Said the flight attendant enthusiastically.

Ivy just smiled awkwardly and quickly exited the plane. She walked through the long and busy hallways of LAX and that's when it hit her: she had no one to pick her up.

Oh shit! She thought, she started to scan the building and she finally laid her eyes on a car rental stand that was near the entry of the airport. So she approached them and asked about the prices and the fees.

After a long dialogue slash discussion with the front desk lady of the stand she rented the cheapest option they had: a dark green 1973 Morris Morina. Ivy thought it was a cozy car and since it was just for her it'll do.

She still remember the way back to her house, it was a few minutes away, but with traffic she took a little longer to get there. When she was close to the street of her house she couldn't help to feel nostalgic, all of the memories with her dad started to come back to her. Learning how to ride her bike, playing baseball with him, washing the car and ending up fighting with the water hose or just having fun with him on a breezy summer day. Man, she was going to miss him. When did time passed by so fast?

She finally reached her house and parked in the driveway. She got out of the car and walked towards the front door, she noticed a lot of envelopes scattered around the floor. She picked them up, they were a lot of letters for her dad. She looked at her watch 9:30pm a little late, and since she slept at the plane she was not tired at all. In the morning her fathers funeral service was going to take place and she was going to be jetlaged for sure.

"Come on Holly! Help me with the groceries honey.." Said a voice in the distance.

"I'm literally right behind you dad!" Said another voice, a younger female voice.

Ivy turned around and she saw a man, tall with dirty blonde hair carrying some bags to the house that was on the opposite side of her dads house. Right behind him was a little girl, she couldn't be over the age of fifteen. She laughed at the banter they had between them, she shook her head thinking about her dad and herself. She then opened the front door and went inside.

A long day awaited her tomorrow so she quickly went to her old room and slumped on her old bed, it was pointless though she wasn't feeling sleepy at all.

Outside of the house Holland and Holly were finish taking all the groceries inside, then Holly talked.

"Hey dad! Whose car is that?" She asked "And what's doing in front of mister Cambell's house?" She said

"I have no idea honey, I've never seen it before, it's such a shame he passed away he was such a nice guy" Said Holland.

Mister Cambell and Holland were your typical friendly neighbors, they talked to each other here and there and they even share a couple of beers occasionally. The weren't necessarily friends more like acquaintances. But it still shocked Holland to hear the news about him.

"We can investigate tomorrow!" Said Holly interested and intrigued.

"What? Investigate? What are you talking about kiddo..." said Holland confused.

"Whose car is that??? Duh???" Said Holly "Aren't you a little bit intrigued?"

Holland squinted his eyes at the direction of the house.

"A little I guess..." he said ominously.

"See? Tomorrow morning we will go to mister Cambell's house!" Said Holly determined.

Holland stared on last time at the dark green car before entering his house right behind Holly.

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