The Nanny

Faith

There were a million and one things I wanted to say to Mark as I stared at him with my heart hammering away in what felt like its climb out of my throat but not a single one of those words would come out.

All the anger, hurt, resentment... not a thing would spill forth.

It felt like ages that I stood there, eyes glued to the man who had shattered me so completely I wasn't sure even now that I had recovered.

It was Harry who finally spoke after the longest, tension filled silence in recorded history.

"She asked you a question." He sneered, tugging me once more so I was slightly behind his body. His protective stance vaguely making me feel warmth through my numbing body.

"And I answered her. I'm here to see my son." Mark replied in his holier-then-thou voice. I had become quite familiar with it the last few times I had seen him.

"Well that's not fucking happening." Harry chuckled darkly and shook his head. "I'm not sure how you got passed the security gates, but this conversation is over." And with his last words the door began to close.

I was relived all of a second before Mark's friends voice cut us off.

"That's fine. You'll just be hearing from our attorney."

My eyes widened and my hand gripped Harry's hip tightly.

Harry's green eyes glanced over his shoulder to stare at me before slowly opening the door again to Mark and the wicked witch with the threats beside him, both sporting smug smiles.

"Wha-what did you say?" I managed to mumble out stepping around Harry despite his hum of protest in my ear.

"I said you'll be hearing from our attorney." She smiled a saccharin sweet smile at me which made me feel like I was going to throw up all over her designer heels.

"And who are you exactly?" I glared at her, even though I had an idea who she was.

"Oh well how very rude of me. I'm Layla, Mark's wife."

Beside her Mark had the decency to look down but Harry still maintained his steady glare on the pair.

"And I'm Harry, now that we've got the introductions out of the way, why the hell are you two at my door?"

It was very rare to see Harry react so hostile towards anyone, even when he wasn't my biggest fan he never used the tone he was now or even glowered at me a tenth of the degree in which he was now.

It made me proud in a sick, sadistic way.

Layla turned her gaze on him eyeing him from head to toe before looking back at me.

"Who is he to you?" She said raising her nose at Harry.

"None of your damn business. Answer my question." Harry cut in before I could say a word.

At this Mark looked up, clearly not liking Harry's attitude when directed at his snobby wife.

"We're here because Aria illegally took my son from the states without my consent. I have rights as his father."

Red.

That was the color my world took on at his words.

Even Harry's hand on the small of my back did nothing to quill the rising anger in my body.

I took his son.

He's got to be fucking kidding me.

"What the FUCK are you even talking about? You didn't want him. You and your family told me to get an abortion-"