From Assassin to Motherhood

Chapter 8, Fat

    "Yeah. He talks just like you," I said to my brother Sebastian. Sebastian smiled, "Sebastian says really?". I nodded, "Here. Follow me. I'll show him to you.". Sebastian spoke, "Sebastian asks what is small child's name?". I answered, "Oh. His name is Blanket. He actually holds on to one like it's a golden prize.".

    "He's in here," I said before opening the door. We looked in to see Blanket. But to our great surprise he was wearing...a dress? He also had his make up nicely done. Gerrard was doing his hair. I spoke up, "Um...Blanket?". Gerrard and Blanket looked up at me and Sebastian.

    Blanket had a wide smile on his face, "Do I look pretty, Miss. Cat?". I blinked a couple of times, "Um...yes. You do. I like your dress.". Sebastian spoke up, "Sebastian believes sister's child is gay.". I yelled, "Sebastian!". Blanket pops in, "What's gay?". Sebastian began to explain, but I cut him off with a "Sebastian!". Sebastian looked at me, "What? It's life.". I yelled some more, "No, Sebastian! No! He's too young to hear this! He's seven years!".

   Blanket looked at us with bewilderment, and Gerrard just kept doing his hair. Sebastian let out a simple, "Fine," to stop my fussing. "Good," I replied. Gerrard walked up to me and Sebastian, "May I give you a makeover?". I hate make up. I pushed Sebastian in front of me, "Why he would absolutely love to have his make up done.". Sebastian gave me the shit look.

   Gerrard grabbed his hand gleefully, "I'll make you so pretty!". I snuck away while the two boys attacked Sebastian with eyeliner and bobby pins. My phone buzzed. I ignored the text. After a couple of minutes my phone loudly rang. Ring, ring. Ring, ring. Ring, ring, ring, RING, RING,    RIIIII -I answered the annoying ring tone my brother Ignis chose when I wasn't looking. 

   "Yeah, what?" I answered. "You going to therapy today?" Green asked. I stiffened. I had planned on skipping today, because I didn't feel like it. "You were going to skip weren't you?" Green accused me. Caught me. "I...um...well..." was all I could sputter out before a loud sigh sounded from the other side of the line.

   "You know you have to, Catherin," Green said. I'm in trouble. He said my full name. This time I let out an irritated sigh, "Fine.". "Good. Love ya, sis," he hung up. I didn't know who to let watch the kids. Floyd was out sick today. Fuck. "Oh! I know," a light bulb went off causing me to look up my brother Robbie's contact.

   I texted him.

Me: Hey. Hate to ask you this, but could you watch the kids?

Robbie: Seriously?

Me: Please.

Robbie: I'm mute. They wouldn't listen to me.

Me: Your just there in just in case the house is                                                                                                       on fire or something. It'll be fine.

Robbie: Fine. I'll do it.

   I put my phone in my pocket, not needing it anymore. Then I remembered that Sebastian was still here. He wouldn't want to watch my kids after this, though. After about an hour Robbie arrived and I left for my appointment after telling my children goodbye. And receiving yet another shit look from Sebastian.

Time Skip

    I walked through the double glass doors to see Ping reading a porn mag. Lovely. I walked up to the front desk startling Ping. He quickly threw the magazine behind the desk. He spoke in his cheery accent, "Hello, Catherin! Miss. Peaches will be with you in a few minutes. Just wait in the waiting room.".

   I walked to the double doors leading to the waiting room. I looked behind me to see Ping taking out the magazine and reading it once more. I rolled my eyes and entered the waiting room. I plopped in a chair, breaking it. I gasped, "Oh crap! I need to stop plopping on furniture". Before I could do anything, Ping entered, "Is everything ok? I thought I heard a---Holy shit! You broke the chair!".

   I irritably sighed, "Yes. Yes. My fat ass broke the chair. Was it expensive?". Ping replied, "Very.". He looked at the clock, then said, "Miss. Peaches will be seeing you now and your paying for that sooner or later.". Fuck. "Fine," was all I said before heading to Peaches office.

   I slammed the door open to see Peaches stuffing her face full of brownies. I then plopped on a chair (Clearly not learning my lesson) and pouted. "What's up with you?" Peaches asked. I replied sourly, "My fat ass broke the waiting room chair and now I have to fucking pay for it.".

  "Your not fat," she said, "And you don't have to pay for that chair. It's really old, so it was going to break sooner or later. You just happened to be the unfortunate person.". I started to feel a little better. "But I am fat," I replied, pointing to my skinny stomach. "Your really not," my psychiatrist insisted, then offered me a brownie. I hesitated then accepted it. All of a sudden the room started to distort. The hell? Then black.