Babysitting Skylynn Grier

Chapter Fifteen

A/N: I am back. And I am sorry in advance for the time gaps guys, I just didn't know what to put in between ya feel? Yeah, and um I'll leave a brief note at the bottom.

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*Sarah's POV*

"...Little Einsteins." Nash fist pumps and then rolls out of bed, giving me a small wink before bending down and unzipping his suitcase. I roll my eyes and help Izzy get an outfit ready.

A few minutes later the three of us are ready to leave, closing the doors of the car. "We all set to go?" I get a mhmm from Izzy and a yup from Nash.

The first thirty minutes or so of the car ride was quiet. A little too quiet for my liking. I was about to turn the radio on when I noticed that the two have fallen asleep. Gripping the wheel tightly I keep my eyes set on the long road ahead of me.

"Oregon, here we come." I sigh.

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Five and a half hours later we reach the cabin that I used to go to during the summer with my family. One with little to no reception, and is very difficult to find unless you know where it is. And thankfully I never told the monster about the place.

I look to the passenger seat where Nash lightly snores, then to the rear view mirror to Izzy who is slightly drooling. Smiling weakly at the girl who resembles me as a child, I then unlock my door and quietly go to the trunk. Unpacking all the stuff we brought from my house and putting them in the living room of the cabin.
When bringing in Nash's duffel bag I realized that he basically only had clothes for a week since we basically came directly from his Magcon event. Feeling stupid and mumbling to myself about how we could have stopped by his house, or gone to a mall of some sorts. But I also thought about how I have never really given away any of the clothes I have from my tomboy phase. And not to put myself down anymore than I am, God bless that I was on the heavier side during that phase because they are bigger on me.

I go outside again and close the trunk door, and then turn the keys to the ignition off, making the cool air that was coming out of the vents stop. Trying to open the door next to Izzy quietly was difficult. Especially because of the way I parked, right on top of dead leaves that were leftover from fall. To the best of my ability I get the door open and Izzy out of the car seat with little trouble. Izzy continued to drool as I took her inside and laid her down on the recliner chair.

Walking to the kitchen so Izzy couldn't hear me huff out in frustration while grabbing my hair firmly and praying to the lord that we will all be okay in the end.

After five minutes I go back out and get the cooler that kept the snacks in it and the stuffed animals Izzy insisted on bringing. I walk back into the cabin for what felt like the hundredth time but was really only the fifth time and set what I was carrying down on the kitchen table.

At this point so much frustration has built up. The driving itself was hell, not taking any pit stops because the both of them were sleeping. And me having to be quiet because of that. And for whatever reason my mind kept going back to the moment when Nash glared at me in the motel room. The look he gave me... it was terrifying. Just thinking about it gives me chills.

I find it ironic that the people who saved me, now need to be saved from me. My past has always haunted me, at least in my dreams. But now they are becoming true, and it's a gut wrenching feeling. Everything that has happened between me and Nash seems to be on a fast forward button. And I'd like to slow everything down. Yet I love the way things are between us, regardless of what's happening around us. I wonder if I had a remote control that could control the speed of my life which button I would have pressed. Everything that has happened in my life has shaped me to be who I am. Which is apparently a loving and caring mother like figure. Someone who is there for you if no one else is. And somehow I still manage to smile. After all the pain and heartache I've been through, I can light up a room. So the rewind button is out of the question. As is pause because I am currently terrified and I don't know what to do about it and it scares me. The fast forward button? It sounds like the best one, but then I'd miss out on all the memories being made. So play. Play is the button I'd choose. Even though I am terrified... I will get through it. The three of us will get through it.