Alyssa (Babysitter’s Club 1)

“Don’t you defend her against me, I’m the mother of your children.” She stormed past me into the room behind him. Now I wasn’t sure if I should leave or not.

What if she pulled another fast one again about him putting his hands on her? I wouldn’t put it past her. She seems desperate enough to try anything.

He laughed at that, really laughed, not a snicker either, a full out belly laugh. “That’s rich, you know what, she’s been more of a mother to my kids than you have ever been.” Uh-oh them there be fighting words, though they were absolutely true.

For all intents and purposes it was now a well known fact that she was never really a mother. Once word of the divorce got around town, people started coming forward with stories.

Though I didn’t trust them all, from listening to the kids I knew at least that much was true. Maybe that’s why I’d gone the extra mile for those kids. Not only because I had the hots for their father, but because they’d never had a mother figure.

It was another part of my fantasy, being a mother to his children. The two he already had and the ones I want to give him. Oooh, I can just imagine making them.

I really need to get my mind together, this was not the time or place. Especially not in front of this woman who’s only seconds away from losing her shit.

Her voice went low but I still heard every word. The audacity of this woman. I should really let Ariel loose on her ass. Can you imagine?

“But what about the baby you wanted to have? You said when Chelsea turned five we’d try for another one…”

“When hell freezes over three times. That’s when I’d have another child with you. In fact, I might have the mother of my third child already picked out.”

I almost fell into the wall. Who the hell… Was he looking at me when he said that? ‘Oh shit Ariel stay put. Do not, I repeat, do not show your ass right now.’

Her gaze followed his and she really lost it then. “She’s a kid, if you think I’m gonna stand back and watch you two play house with my kids then you’re sorely mistaken.”

I put my head down and studied my toes in fear that my face might give away too much. Inside I was a bundle of nerves and excitement. I think he was looking at me, but maybe that was wishful thinking?

“Look at her, she’s fat and ugly.” Oh low blow. I am not fat, I just have huge knockers. And even if I were fat I’d still be ten times better than you-you hag fish. Oh how I wish I could say those words out loud.

‘Let me at this bitch.’

‘Shut up Ariel.’

‘I’m just saying…’

‘Shut it.’ She was off and mumbling again.

I felt his hot gaze on me as I stood in the doorway and my whole body flushed with embarrassment. Why did I decide to come here a little early today again?

‘Because you knew he’d be home and you wanted to spend some time with him, alone. Just you two in the house. Bong chicka bong-bong.’

‘Shut up Ariel, nobody asked you.’

“You have no say in how I raise my kids, or who I raise them with. Don’t you get it? I have full custody. The judge was so disgusted by you that he took away your visitation rights, what the fuck you think you’re doing here is beyond me.”

“I’m not leaving until I see my kids and I don’t want her around them.” She was back to giving me death glares and for the barest of moments I felt real fear. This was a woman on the edge. Something I never wish to be.

“Since you don’t hear so good, here’s what I’m gonna do. Come tomorrow morning I’m going down to the courthouse and get a restraining order against you. This is it, no more drama, I don’t want you around my kids…ever.”

“I’m their mother.” If I didn’t know better I’d think she really cared. But I do, and she don’t.

‘She’s about to scratch that damn record.’

‘Ssh Ariel damn!’

“No, you were never that, had I known that shit you would’ve been gone a long time ago. Had I known that when I was out making a living to take care of my family.” His voice went up an octave here and the veins in his neck stood out.

“Living in fucking hotels and missing some of the most important things in my kids’ lives. So you could drive a fucking Mercedes Benz, so you could show off to all your friends.”

“Had I known then that you were busy fucking the Bristol brothers and every swinging dick from here to Nantucket, you would’ve been gone a long fucking time ago.”