All Chapters of BABYSITTING MY BULLY: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Darcie Dinner was awkward, suffocating silence and the atmosphere felt heavy with Arthur. I don't think I like him. He looked rude and had the same mindset as Mr Sterling. He can't even support Charles in his dream. He still moved in the same footsteps of his father which would make it norr difficult for Charles. I'm Charles only biggest supporter with maybe his fans at school. The clattering sound of plates and fork was the only sound in the middle of this awkward dinner. Charles literally played with his food. Arthur ate well. Eyes on his phone and laughing to some videos. Actually, this was my first time of having meal on the table with Charles. “What's wrong? You seem to be unhappy.” Arthur broke the silence. “Don't you like the food?”“I do.” He says without raising his head up. “Anyways…” He chugged up his drink. “Get prepared tomorrow. You're traveling and starting your internship.”Charles fork clattered against his plate. “Arthur, can we not?”My eyes flicked between the

Darcie The knocking on the door became persistent. “Charles, open up! You don't want to be late and we are running late. You know how much I hate it!”Charles' eyes met mine, he had started to panic. “Come on.” He whispered urgently. “Hurry up and take your bath.”I dashed into the shower. Turning the water with full blast. The cold water made me shiver but I scrubbed anyway. Then I wrapped myself in his towel and cleaned my body. I rushed into Charles' closet and haphazardly put on my clothes and Arthur's voice still didn't come down. Charles yelled back. “Arthur, relax. I'm coming out now!”While I stepped out, carrying my bag. We were ready. Although my hair was still a bit wet but manageable. Charles and I looked at the window. He opened it and the high distance from his window to the ground only made my adrenaline rush. I watched him swing his legs over the window sill and then he dropped off like he did parkour. He landed with a soft thud on the grass. “Charles. What the fuc

Darcie Saturday morning. Didn't bother to wake up early. All I did was lay as much as I liked on the bed. I closed my eyes to sleep again and when I woke up, I noticed I had slept for hours. It's 11:pm. I yawned, stretched and groggily got up from bed. My bare feet touched the cold marble floor. Head to the bathroom to brush and take my bath. The mansion is quiet today. Passing Charles room, the door's ajar. I popped my head inside. He's not in. I went downstairs. Still quiet till a maid told me he left with Arthur. Sunlight peered through the tall windows which casted shadows on the polished floors. Damn. Arthur is winning. And Charles still remains in control. He had dragged him to that suffocating, draining stupid firm. I just sat at the kitchen table eating fruits. I felt lonely. If Charles was here, I'd be entertained at least. Thinking about what would happen next exactly. Would his football career end like this already? My phone vibrated on the table and when I checked the ca

Darcie I stood with a microfiber spin mop and other equipment. Jaws dropped. Where do I even start? Why was Arthur being so stupid and unreasonable? I didn't know how to start complaining which would be futile. I didn't beg him either. But I sadly left after his instructions. I started with his room first. Vacuuming, using antibacterial spray, disinfectant wipes to clean surfaces while he just lay on bed eating. While I was done, I headed to Charles' room and arranged, took his dirty clothes to the laundry. Then, the marble tiles on the hallway, down to the last step on the staircase. Gosh, my back ached already. The maids tried helping me at one point, but when Arthur was stepping down, I'd collect the equipment as if nothing happened. Just to avoid trouble.The grand foyer, ballroom, formal dining hall and dancing rooms at the public sector; I worked there. The leisure sector which included the home theater, private gym, spa and billiards room, I made everything sparkling. It was a

Darcie “What the hell..” I whispered and pulled the note from the wall. It was written in red ink. “Who the fuck would do something like this?”At school, I'm being bullied, At home, bullied. What more do all these people want from me? My pulse rises and my finger twitches in annoyance. My brows furrowed with chest heaving. The paper tears against my grip and I tore it further, into shreds throwing them like fallen leaves. “Ahhh!” I exploded, banging on the lockers. My voice filled the quiet hallway. Who else if not Sloane. I know she did this but I just don't have the evidence to prove it. That sick girl. I breathed deeply, still angry. She embarrassed me in class today. And I'll pay back. I scoffed, trying to brush my anger away and act like I'm fine. I delved my hands inside, there's an extra skirt inside. I let out a deep sigh of relief and went into the restroom to change. Back in class, all eyes landed on me but I didn't show fear or nervousness. I just raised my chin higher.