The Babysitter

What The Hell Am I Doing?

Chapter 27: (Aubrey's POV)- What The Hell Am I Doing?

I stayed at the cliffside with Peter the whole day. 

The whole day. 

The sun had just set and we were heading back and making our way out of the woods. I noticed that he didn't have his car anywhere near the street that we used so I take it that he walked. 

"Want me to walk you home?" he offered. 

"No, it's alright. You have to walk and you live three blocks away," I spoke while getting on my bike. 

"You sure?" he asked as I grabbed my jacket that I always keep with me since I feel cold everywhere I go and threw it on. 

"You have to go that way, so yeah, I'm sure." I pointed behind me, opposite to the direction I have to go in since the shortcut to his house was that way. 

"Take care okay? Call me if you need anything. I mean anything," he told me in all seriousness. 

I nodded with a small smile before we said bye to each other and he began walking while I began biking. I reached home after about ten minutes and placed my bike in the garage. I grabbed all my things from the basket and headed inside. I walked in to see my mom leaning against the countertop in the kitchen, pinching the bridge of her nose, looking extremely stressed. I walked in and placed my stuff down, as I set my keys down, her eyes shot up at me. 

"Where the hell have you been?" She was fuming.

"Out," I answered vaguely before digging through the pockets of my jacket.

"Why would you run off like that? Do you have any idea how worried Xavier was?" she pressed further. 

"No, I had no idea," I spoke sarcastically. "His keys. I'm not babysitting him anymore." I grabbed her hand, placing the key that Catherine gave to me for their house for emergencies. 

"What happened between you two?" She followed me up to my room where I had stormed off. 

"Nothing happened, mom. Nothing. I'm not going there again," I sighed as I knocked my shoes off and sat on my bed. 

"Well he can't come here and you two need to sort this out," she huffed, arguing. 

"We don't need to sort anything out. It's been sorted." I stood up in frustration, deciding to take out my pajamas and head for a shower. 

"It clearly hasn't," she paused. "He called me, in a complete panic asking if you had come home since you decided to run out of his house. He said you weren't answering any of his calls or texts. Or mine." Anger seeped through her voice. 

"My phone was off, mom. I went to the cliffside." I groaned internally. 

"With Peter?" she asked, her voice almost daring. "Were you there with Peter, Aubrey?" she repeated. 

"You don't need to know, mom! He called you and now I'm here and alive okay?" I snapped. 

"You mean more to Xavier than just his babysitter. He wants to talk." Her voice softened. 

"And I don't. I have no interest in seeing him again. And yeah, I was there with Peter." I huffed before storming into my bathroom, slamming the door. I heard her sigh before footsteps softened, eventually fading away. 

I stripped out of my clothes and let my hair out of the high ponytail it was in before getting into the shower, rinsing away everything I felt today, or at least trying to. I wanted to get rid of all the pain I felt today and I was hoping the water would work when it didn't I hoped my vanilla shower gel would but, of course, it didn't.