The Butter And The Beast

1

"What the heck, daddy! A nanny?! Hell no!. I'm totally not interested" Anita Cromwell, a white American teenage beauty, looking like a wet chicken right now though, yelled to her dad in a beautiful mini-mansion in Baltimore, Maryland.

"In case, you haven't noticed, I am fourteen!. In order words, old enough to take care of myself without the help of a stupid nanny, daddy. Four-teen!" She continued, emphasizing the fourteen, like it was a kind of magic spell that would correct the crazy idea in her father's head.

"I'm not gonna sit back and watch as a creepy stranger comes into my house and takes control of my life. Nope. It's not happening. Not in a million years, daddy. Not in forever. Totally not happening". She ranted, now pacing about in the room, stressing her point with all body gestures she could handle at a time.

Why couldn't he just understand a point as simple as this? She didn't want a babysitter. Period! And now he isn't talking. Why isn't he talking?

"Daddyy, you're nooot tallking!" she yelled, this time. Totally exhausted. Completely frustrated.

Right. He wasn't talking. He knew. And he said that, frustrating her more.

"Honey..." He started, getting a stern look from her. It was obvious she didn't like the tone he just used. It was one of those "You-just-have-to-do-what-I-want-because-I'm-so-cute" kinda tones. She should know. She'd used it on him a million times. It always works.

So, he went on.

"I can't leave you completely alone for one full week. You said it yourself.. You're fourteen. Fourteen year-olds don't live on their own"

All he got for a response was an eye roll.

"Especially irresponsible ones.. " He continued.

More eye rolls.

"But it's just a week dad. I'm not gonna be "living" on my own. Plus, I'm not irresponsible."

One eyebrow went up at this. Which she noticed and then admitted.

"Okay.. Maybe a little but... "

"No buts. It's not safe and you're not capable. Last time I tried this, which was just for a day, I came back and I couldn't recognize my house. It was upside down, like.. literally. I mean, I found my boxers in the microwave... " He recalled, recoiling at the thought, shaking it off, literally by shaking his head.

"No babe.. You're getting a nanny." He concluded.

He didn't even know why he had to waste time arguing with her on something that he knew he wasn't gonna let go from the beginning. She had a way of letting him talk too much which he never ever did with others. Sigh.

"And she'd be coming over in two hours. So try to look a bit more.. Presentable." He added, scanning her over.

There was no response so, he started on his way out, deciding she needed a little space and time to think about how pathetic it was she was the daughter, not the father. And how his decision had to be final. He smiled at the evil thought as he walked to the door.

"Dad?" She called out, looking defeated.

"Yeah?"

"Fine.."

"Perfect hon. You see, it's for.. " He started again

"I'm not through, dad," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, OK. Go on, hon" He winked and smiled at the rhyme.

"So, I was saying.. Fine..." A pause.

"Yeah, I know. You just said that"

"Fine.. But you're gonna regret it" Then she smiled.

"Oh" Was all he could say, staring at her like she just spoke latin.
Then he turned and walked to the door.

Holding the door knob, he turned back to look at her one last time.

Good news is, she was still smiling. Bad news is.. same as the good news, she was still smiling. It was the kind of smile people should fear.

Phew!
Soooo...
Short first chapter completed. Yeah, it was short, but I hope you enjoyed it. Longer chapters are yet to come, so, sit back, relax and enjoy and vote. Lol.
*runs off to write chapter 2

Love,

Roselyn.