Maggie In The Middle

Maggie the Babysitter

"Maggiieeee" a crying voice yelled.

Was I having a nightmare ?

"Maggiieee" it yelled again.

My eyes shot open and I sat up like a shot in my bed. I gasped, frightened.

What time was it? I searched for my iPhone under my pillow and after 10 minutes of panically searching for it, I realised it was on the floor. I swore to myself hoping it wasn't broken. It wasn't. I squinted my eyes at the sudden light hitting my eyes and tried to make out the time. It was 4.36.

What the hell?

"Maggiieee" the voice yelled again.

I was kind of getting scared, but I got up anyway to investigate.

I slipped on my pink fluffy slippers and trudged down the hallway. As I got towards the kitchen, I realised all the lights were on. Crap, I thought. Were we robbed? It is New York.

Then I realised everything was fine and my shoulders sank with relief as I let out a heavy sigh. It was my roommate Carrie. I knew this because her pink stilettos were thrown on the couch and her Gucci bag was sitting nicely on the countertop. Carrie had a good income because she worked at a high end strip club, even though she wasn't high end herself.

"Maggiieee" she yelled again, whinging.

"Yes?" I asked back.

There was a moment of silence as she was probably shocked to hear me.

"I'm in the bathroom" she yelled back.

I was a bit more awake now so I jogged to the bathroom to find Carrie looking like a hot mess.

Carrie was a really pretty girl. Gorgeous actually. I hated where she worked. She had long platinum blonde hair and hazel eyes, her skin had a light tan to it and her legs went on for miles. She had a big chest but they weren't real. I was jealous sometimes myself being 5'2. I liked my figure and kept in shape because I was so small. I had long brunette hair that reached my bum and you could say I looked after that too. My brown eyes are quite big and can sometimes put people off but I love them. My father is Armenian so I have that dark complexion and I'm proud of it.

Anyway, Carrie was sprawled out on the floor with a short cocktail dress on that was now showing a little too much. She was obviously drunk. Again.

Her hair was really messy and her makeup was now streaming down her face. There was a swollen cut on her bottom lip. I ignored it.

She probably looked better at the start of the night.

She looked up at me with sad eyes and then down at her hand. In it was a white box. Great.

"What is that?" I pointed to the box, already knowing the answer.

"I earned 700 bucks today" she slurred, ignoring my question.

"Carrie" I said sternly.

"It's Candy to you, Mr Millionaire" she giggled and let her head fall forward wanting to fall asleep.

"Wake up Carrie" I whispered gently, I felt bad for her. There was a possibility that she could be pregnant and her boyfriend is an asshole.

I helped her up and sat her on the toilet.

"Pee" I said. This was starting to become a ritual.

She looked at me and furrowed her perfectly plucked eyebrows.

"Okay" she slurred back.

I took out the pregnancy test and set it up. I placed it under her legs and left it for 2 seconds before I pulled it away and placed it on the sink.

"Okay, let's go" I stated to Carrie, while helping her up and leading her to her bedroom. I never let Carrie go to bed drunk. If I'm there, that is.

I led her into her room and released her onto her double bed. She fell backwards and started humming christmas music. Oh crap I thought, that's coming up.

I pulled out an oversized men's tshirt. God knows who owns that, and a pair of flannel pyjama shorts.

"Here" I said and threw the clothes at Carrie. She struggled to get out of her dress but eventually did and I helped her with the rest. I gave her a pair of her ugg boots to put on and took her hand to lead her into the kitchen. She was a bit less drunk now.

I sat her up on the stool, telling her to "wait there" and went to my room to get makeup remover and a hair tie.

She had her head in her hands, whimpering when I came back.

"Come on Carrie, sit up" I said gently.

I cleaned her eyes removing the makeup and tied her hair into a long braid. Then I got out the first aid kit and cleaned her cut.

"Was this Bryan?" I asked referring to the cut on her lip.

"We got into a fight, the fucker could of cost me my job" she responded in an angry tone.

I didn't say anything and continued to clean her lip.

She winced at the pain of the disinfectant. I gave her a reassuring smile and covered it with healing cream.

"Want a hot chocolate?" I asked and gave her a playful smile to lighten her up.

Her eyes lit up at the word chocolate and immediately nodded her head like an excited child.

"Go put on sex and the city and I'll bring it over" I answered, taking on the persona of a loving mother.

She ran over like a shot and plonked herself on the couch switching on the Tv.

A few minutes later I brought over two hot chocolates and sat down next to Carrie.

"What episode are we on?" I asked placing the hot chocolates on the table.

I looked over at Carrie and she was fast asleep. I looked at her in awe. I really did love her. She was my best friend. Despite how different we were, we were very close. Carrie was wild and worked in a strip club. I had my party moments too and would go clubbing with Carrie alot but I was a bit smarter than Carrie and made better decisions than her but that's why we got on so well. Opposites attract. I always looked out for Carrie and she always brought out the fun side in me.

The door opened loudly interrupting me from my thoughts and I swung my head around to see who it was. Oh good it was Jack. Jack is my other roommate. We got on relatively well. Jack worked at a radio station which explains why he was returning home at 5am in the morning.

He looked at me confused "what are you doing up?" He asked

"Carrie" is all I responded.

"Oh" he said back, knowing what that meant.

"Can you carry her to her room actually? She fell asleep before she could have her hot chocolate" I asked him.

"Yeah sure" he said without hesitation.

Jack knew what it was like living with Carrie and regardless of him being tired, he still would help out.

"Thanks" I beamed and followed him to Carrie's room.

He placed her on her bed and I put her into her covers and switched off the lights.

"Thanks Jack" I said as I made my way back to the kitchen.

"No bother, I'm gonna go to bed, I'm wrecked, night"

"Night" I said back and gave him a quick smile.

I cleaned up the hot chocolate and the mess in the bathroom, putting away Carrie's shoes and bag. Then I remembered the test. Oh shoot, I thought to myself.

I headed for the bathroom and picked it up off the sink. There was one line. Not pregnant. Thank God. Carrie was nowhere near ready for a baby and her boyfriend Bryan didn't deserve one.

I hate that bastard.

I snapped myself out of my thoughts and realised it was 5.30 and I had to be up in an hour for work so I turned all the lights off and binned the test. I was looking forward to telling Carrie the news.