*Aurora's POV*
What is going on? Why is my dad leaving? Where is my dad going?
I went back to sleep with all of these questions floating around in my head.
Are witches real? Is that witch messing with my mother?
I couldn't sleep, no matter how hard I tried.
In the morning, I went into the living room to watch some T.V. My dad was sitting on the couch, having a conversation with someone on the phone. It's way too early to be up, but I really couldn't sleep. And, I had no one to call.
He's obviously busy; I can't talk to my mom. They don't know about my secret. Neither does Kayla.
This predicament made me realize how important Zayn was to me. He was like a vent; And I returned the favor. He'd give me advice, or reassure me.
Now I needed him, and he's not here.
At this point, I'm willing to let go everything in the past.
After a few minutes, my dad hung up the phone, and got up from his seat.
He gave me one glance, but nothing more. He went into the bedroom, came out with two other bags, and put them with another pile of bags I didn't even notice.
There were three backpacks, and two suitcases.
He's really leaving.
He went upstairs to my brother's room, and soon, he was back downstairs with George.
George walked slowly and tiredly over to me.
"What's going on, Rory?" He rubbed his eyes. He obviously didn't know what was going on. I didn't know either, so how am I going to answer his question?
"I don't know." My dad was finished packing the bags in the car, and he had just walked in, "Just be good for Aunt Lily."
My dad gave me a look, and I turned George around, pushing him slightly.
"Bye."
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THE BABYSITTER'S A VAMPIRE- ZM. ON HOLD.
FanfictionMy name is Aurora Evans. I'm seventeen years old, and my mom thinks I need a babysitter. All my life, I thought that vampires, werewolves, and fairies were fake. A pigment of someone's imagination. Well, guess what. They're real, and it just so happ...