The Babysitter novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21: (Aubrey's POV)- I Said It!

"It's really not that hard to believe, will you stop yelling?" Xavier groaned rubbing his temples while his dad yelled at him continuously.

"Do not talk to me like that, Xavier!" he shouted.

I think I was going deaf all the way from here, I can't imagine Xavier.

"What do you want me to do?" Xavier asked him, boredom gracing his face.

"What the hell did you do to get on house arrest?" he questioned.

Xavier rolled his eyes before replying, "I stole a cop's gun to distract him because he caught me breaking and entering into the school to vandalize and damage property. Got it? Or do I have to repeat myself?" he didn't hesitate to show attitude.

Something was gnawing at me inside and I couldn't put my finger on it, I just had a bad feeling.

"Do not give me that attitude, Xavier! Talk respectfully!" Will demanded.

Xavier groaned. "I really don't give a shit as to what you're saying. Get the fuck out of my fucking room," Xavier spat, emphasizing the words he swore out.

What I saw next, shook me to my core. I saw Will raising his hand, and slapping Xavier right across the face. Slapping. He hit him. Oh my god. My hand flew to my mouth to cover and trap the gasp that escaped from it.

I leaned my head against the wall and sealed my eyes shut tightly. I was shit scared right now. Not from Will, but for Xavier. Is he okay? Was he going to be okay? Was he hurt? Is Will going to do anything worse?

"You're a disappointment to my blood! I'm glad it's your mother's name you have!" Will screamed before I heard a door swing open and slam shut followed by muffled footsteps. I stayed rooted to my spot, frozen.

I couldn't move. I just couldn't do it. I felt tears stinging my eyes but I didn't know why.

He hit him.

I'm no lawyer but I swear that's child abuse! Xavier is a minor! This can't be right! And Xavier didn't fight back, that can only mean that it's happened before. Has it? Could that be why he hates him so deeply?

Three minutes.

Three minutes went by and I was still rooted to my spot. Xavier hadn't come to get me out I wasn't even sure if he was still in the room since I can't remember if he left or not, the last ten minutes are a blur to me.

I finally gathered the courage to look through the blinds. There I saw Xavier, now sitting at the foot of the bed, with his head in his hands.

Before I knew what I was doing, my feet began moving and I slowly opened the door. I slowly stepped out and stood still in my spot.

He didn't turn to look in my direction he just sat there, still.

I took a deep breath in before taking small steps towards him, eventually sitting down beside him. I sat there still, thinking of what the fuck to do. What do I do? I want to comfort him but I don't know how to.

"Xavier," I whispered. Nope. No response. Nothing. "Xavier," I spoke a little louder, grabbing onto his arm but still, nothing. I let out a sigh before standing in front of him, pushing his arms out of his face, and tilting his chin up, forcing him to look at me. "Parker," I said.

He looked at me almost... numbly?

Word vomit in three, two, one.

"Seriously, I mean who the hell does he think he is? Why didn't you punch him in the face? I wish you would have. What the hell is wrong with him, like seriously, who does that? That's child abuse, I swear it! I-" I caught myself before making him feel worse which I realized I could have been doing. "Are you okay?"

Dumb bitch.

"Stupid question." I shook my head. "Will you be okay?" I tried to phrase it a little better but it didn't quite work. "Xavier please, say something. Talk to me?" I pleaded.

"What do you want me to say?" he asked, scoffing coldly. He was hurt. And not just physically.

"I want you to say you're gonna be okay, and I want you to mean it," I spoke calmly.

"Aubrey, why are you here?" He looked up at me, his hair falling over his eyes slightly.

What?

"What do you mean, you asked me to come today," I thought out loud. I was completely lost.

"You need to leave," he demanded. His eyes spoke for him. He was being dead serious.

I shook my head. "No." I am not leaving him right now.

"Leave."

"No."