Mellisa's P.O.V
"May or may not be your boyfriend huh? Where did you come up with that?"
I said furious. What the fuck is this.
"How'd you get in here?" Sam said with an attitude.
"It's called a back door sweetheart." I said rolling my eyes.
"First of all I fired you, so why are you in my house. Second, you don't need to answer my door when the doorbell rings, and third who told you Blake and I aren't together? Did he tell you that?" I said crossing my arms and looking at her dead in her eyes.
This is unbelievable. Wait until I tell Blake. Not that he will even care.
"Start talking!" I said getting uncomfortable with the silence.
"Well one Blake told me to come since he was at work ya know like at a real job, and you were just no where to be found. Second, I respect that, I was just curious. And third, no one told me that. If your still with this man after he cheated on you 4 times. Then you have issues." She said surprisingly calm.
Fuck this little girl. Who does she think she is.
"Get out of my house now and if I ever see you again I'm calling the cops." I said screaming, forgetting that Zach was in the house.
"good luck with that" she said winking before getting her stuff and leaving.
----2 hours later----
Blake's P.O.V
When I pull into my garage I'm not pleased to see Mellisa's car inside and Sam's car not in front.
As I get out of my car i see Ms. Daphney but I quickly rush inside so she can't talk to me.
When I get inside my house it's super quiet which is strange considering I have an 8 year old son.
Closing the front door behind me I sit my things down in the entry way and walk to the kitchen.
After getting a glass of water I walk upstairs to my bedroom. I walk into my room to see a complete mess. Clothes thrown all over, make up on the floor, even tampons on the floor.
What is this woman on.
I move some of her shit and sit on the bed checking my phone. Should I look for her? Yes. Will I? No. She's here so.
After a few minutes of checking Instagram I go into Zach's room and see he isn't there.
Now I'm freaked out.
I quickly run down stairs and check the living room. Nothing. Play room, nothing. Backyard, nothing. What the fuck.
I call Mellisa twice and get no answer. I'm going to kill this woman.
As I make my way back upstairs I here shuffling. This bitch. I quickly rush to my room to find Mellisa packing.
Here she goes.
"What are you doing"
I said sitting on the bed and looking at her curiously.
"I'm leaving Blake. We can't afford a divorce but I will not stay here with you while I continue to get cheated on" she said starting to tear up.
"You don't have to cry Mellisa, I'm sorry we didn't work out but honestly we just got married too young" I said avoiding eye contact.
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The Babysitter
Teen FictionWhen a father of only 1 has to hire a babysitter for no reason besides to please his wife, will the plan backfire? Will the babysitter end up meaning more to him than his wife?? Or will the babysitter turn out to be a totally different person? Read...
