The Bullies Baby Girl

back home

True to his word Alexander got us home the following day. Across the water with Berry, to the airport with Larry, and flew home with Garry. Alexander drove us the rest of the way home. All I could think about was what I would do when i turn 18. Will I be able to get a house? Maybe i could rent an apartment with a friend. Do I even want to lea- Yes of course I want to leave!! look at what he has done to me!
I'm angry at myself for even thinking about staying. I honestly don't know how to feel about Alexander. I hate how he had treated me for the past few years. I'm scared that this is going to turn out just like last time. I'm happy that I got to have some fun with him. But I don't think nostalgia is going to help. I will put up with him for now, but at the end of the school year, when i turn 18, I'm leaving.
"You okay sweety? You have been quiet all day." Alexander interrupts my thoughts and i turn towards him. "Yeah I'm fine, I'm just wondering what's going to happen tomorrow". He looks ahead and starts to think. "Well, I'll drive you to school, then we go to class, then I drive you back home". "Is that seriously it? Do we just completely ignore the fact that i live with you? What about other students?! What would they think?!". His mouth straitens out. "I didn't know that you cared about what other people think". His knuckles turned white in an effort to restrain himself. His sudden mood change had startled me. "I don't. Its-its just, argh, i don't know," I say having trouble figuring out things like, you know, ENGLISH.
"because all the years I've known you you never seemed to care..." he continues. "I DIDN'T-" I start but he cuts me off. "Oh so you only care about what they think of you, with me." He says his voice is sharp. "Stop trying to start a fight with me Zander! I don't care what people think about me, or my clothes, or my social status. But what i do care about is how much it interferes with my life. You attract attention and i attract spit balls!" I'm panting by the time I'm done yelling at him. He just doesn't get it. He never had to deal with bullies. Not Mr. Golden boy.
"I'm sorry, Evy. I promise no one is going to hurt you tomorrow". The car comes to a stop in the garage. I don't know weather i should get out or not. After waiting a minutes Alexander gets out, goes around to my door, opens it, and offers me a hand. "You have my word". I take his hand and he leads me into the house. He opens the door for me and goes back out for the luggage.
I wonder around the house and end up going up stairs. I pass the Nursery and end up in my room. It was still that calming blue. I pace around my room. My brain and heart at war. I have too many "what ifs?" plaguing my mind. I'm way too tense, if i don't calm down then i won't be able to go to sleep. I sit down at my little vanity table and start to brush my hair. It always calms me down, but this time it just feels useless. There is a knock at my doorway and Alexander stands there with my suitcase. "I'm just here to drop this off, don't mind me," He says beginning to leave. "Wait!" I say, don't know what has come over me. "Yes?" He says, his attention peeked.
"Do you, um, think you could-er brush my hair?" I say a little nervous. I stare at the ground wondering what i was doing. When I sneak a glance back up, Alexander is smiling. "Of course I can princess". He walks behind me and takes the hair brush from me. He takes the end of my hair and slowly starts to run the bristles through it, being very carful with any nots he runs into. I just sit stiffly in my chair watching him work in the mirror. I can see his silly grin is still there as he runs his hands through my hair. Soon he has worked his way up my my hair to my scalp. The steady and gently brushing feels like heaven on my head. "Do you want me to braid it?" He says gently. Slightly startled at the sudden question. "U-um, yes?" It came out more as a question than an answer. Alexander smiles and starts French-braiding my hair like an expert. I give him a inquisitive look.
"The cousins Terry and Perry would make me braid their hair". I giggle at myself thinking of a younger Alexander in a braid train, i wonder if that's why he kept his hair at his shoulders. "When is Terry due?" I ask. Zander looks up as he counts the months in his head. "I think she's due in a month". I smile at the thought of the little baby swaddled in his mothers arms, its going to be raised by a village. "Do we know the gender?". Zander smiles "It's going to be twins, one of each." I'm in awe. Twins?! They are going to be a handful. At least Terry will have help from her cousins and siblings. "Do they have names yet?" I wonder if they could think up of any other rhyming names. "Yes actually, unlike unimaginative uncle Jerry, terry came up with Clary for the girl and Harry for the boy." Zanders features become warm and soft, like his anger in the car had never happened. Something makes me think that they were more of a family to him than his parents were.
"Well, all done," i look in the mirror and my long hair was all pulled back into a French braid. "Okay, your turn!" I get up and switch places with Zander. The sides of his head are shaven so i only have the top bit to play with. "Can i dutch braid it?" I ask taking the brush from him. "Do whatever you want princess". I run the brush through his brown locks. "How did you get to know them?" He acts as if he grew up with them, i wonder just how long he has been acquainted with the family. "Oh, the Johnson's have worked for my family for generations. Momma Marry was my nanny as a kid. And the triplets started as my drivers, Garry went to piloting school and berry was in the navy for a short while. Of course when they both got out they had a job waiting for them with us." He smiles at the thought of his adopted family. "What about the girls?" I ask starting the braid. I wondering if they had any role to play in his upbringing. "Well, Terry has always been a hard worker. She was a tatoo artist for six years and did a few side jobs, though less than agreeable, she was able to save up enough to buy herself her own tattoo parlour". He says he jaw clenches a little at the last part. "What do you mean "less than agreeable"? Did you guys not want her to work?" I ask. "No we were fine with her working but the jobs she ended up working were, how do i say it?..... Demeaning." I mull over what he just said trying to figure out what he just meant. Oh. "So she was a, uh, a well you know..." i say a little flustered, "Exotic dancer?" He lets out a forced chuckle because of my nervousness. "Yes baby, that's why she is currently pregnant. She says that she doesn't remember her "clients" from that night and we wont be able to contact them." I can tell he was refraining himself from running his fingers through his hair. It was his typical way of calming down. By now I'm done braiding the top half of his hair and tied it off leaving the cut little tuft of hair at the end.
I hug him from behind in order to calm him from the upsetting thought. "Look, now we match." I say playing with the tuft of hair. He smiles at me and i knew that he appreciated the small distraction. "Thank you baby it looks beautiful," he gets up and turns around, "Come on baby, time to eat. We are going to have an early rise in the morning and i wont let you ruin your sleep cycle with a late dinner". I offer him my hand and he leads me to the kitchen for another one of his magnificent meals.

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Hark! What's this? AN UPDATE! I didn't think those were still around!

Lol, hi guys. I know that there wasn't too much drama in this but I really wanted to give you guys some more info on the Johnson's. Tbh i forgot if i gave them a last name so i just came up with that one on the spot. I hope you guys liked it!