Jackson

Chapter 4

Rebecca's P.O.V

Have you ever experienced hell?
Have you ever wondered what it was like?

Come to my house and you'll find out. A living hell, that's what my house can be described as right now.

Ever since dinner started, last night has been horrible. Heck, since they arrived here my night has been horrible.

My mom's cooking is horrendous, my baby cousin Yolanda won't stop crying. My ignorant uncle won't stop cackling about his car, my aunt won't stop questioning me about my private life, and my daughter of a witch cousin Elizabeth, just won't shut up.

My dad is the only chill one here, and that's why I love him.

I'm only sitting at this table like a civilized human being just for my dad.

If he didn't plead with me to be here, I'd perhaps be out shopping with my friends, which is a much better option than being here.

The things I do for my dad...

"So Rebecca darling I hear that you're a daycare teacher?"

I was snapped out of my thoughts by my Aunt Amelia's disturbing voice as I made eye contact with her.

"Uh no, I just help out and do voluntary work there," I responded with a slight smile.

The first time I came to this death trap, I didn't have any friends or much to do so eventually I got bored.

I went walking one day and came across a "help needed urgently" sign at a local daycare center.

Me being the helpful person that I am, I decided to go check it out. After a small job interview, I was accepted for the job. I just needed something to keep me occupied with all the free time I had, so I was like 'what the hell'. It wasn't like I had anything better to do.

Besides, I've always loved kids. They're just so innocent. Well some of them.

I'm not always cold-hearted you know.

Well... Not all the time.

"Oh... That's cute," she bluntly retorted.

Knowing my aunt she'd probably never have thought that I'd waste my time watching kids.

She possibly thought I was a part-time Victoria's Secret model.

Shaking my head, I went back to picking at my food.

I still can't understand why mom couldn't hire a private chef for the night.

"So Rebecca!" I glanced over at a grinning Elizabeth, "When was your last hair appointment?"

My eyebrows creased instantly, "This morning, why?"

"Oh nothing, you just have a few.... Or a lot of split ends, that's all," She shrugged, "Although I do recommend you to my hair stylist Natalie, she's the best. You look like you could use the help."

Mustering up a smile as best as I could, I declined her 'generosity'. "That's very sweet of you, but I'm perfectly fine with my hair stylist thank you, although I must ask when was the last time you had a facial? Those pimples look irritated," I cringed, " You should get that checked out."