The Babysitter (WLW)

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The atmosphere in the room stilled; Aurora, Ava, Ariella, and I all watched with shocked faces and agape mouths after the door slammed forward. Daniel had shut it in whoever's face that stood outside after his outburst, an angered look on his chiseled face as he now walked back to us all with clenched fists.

It was clear from the indent in his cheeks and his ragged breaths that the unknown guest wasn't welcomed.

"Aurora—"

Daniel couldn't get another word in before the front door unlocked and in walked three people; their auras very obviously bringing a sudden darkness into the once lively room.

The all too familiar one, Evelyn, stood between the taller ones. Her silky hair was pinned up in a slicked back bun. Her slim, yet curvy figure was adorned in a dark grey long sleeve and matching dress pants. The heeled boots on her feet added a few inches to her height, but she still was no taller than the two bodies beside her.

The other two.

I had no idea who they were but it wasn't hard to guess who.

Both a man and woman, no older than sixty, stood tall alongside Aurora's infamous ex-wife. They were dressed to the nines, and I wouldn't have expected anything less, honestly. The woman's body was snug against the sultry cloth of her black dress. The stockings on her legs were dark and went all the way down to meet the heel of her four inch Louis Vuitton heels. Her stance was full of authority if her striking eyes, covered in voluminous lashes, weren't direct enough.

The man's hair might've shown signs of aging, but he and the woman beside him were straight copies of faces I knew too well.

Aurora and Daniel never quite frightened me this way though.

"This was my mother's house let's not forget that." the older blonde woman spoke, her cold eyes narrowed at Daniel.

He almost looked like he wanted to pounce after the humiliating statement. However, he only managed to let out a long sigh as Ava cuddled her comforting body against his own.

If it wasn't clear before, it was damn near evident that the older man and woman were Mr. and Mrs. Romane.

Upon my realization, I attempted to hide my resentment with the male whose face was covered in an egotistical smirk. I hated that he actually didn't look as terrible as his inner personality, but what would I have expected from Aurora and Daniel's genetics?

His ambience was as dark as any other being in the room. The professional suit on his body paired with the gold, lavish accessories made him look more presentable than what I had pictured. The smirk on his face was permanent and it made me sick to see. How could someone truly be so goddamn cruel?

Aurora's hand had found its way into mine and Ariella's face was stuffed into my neck. I suppose they needed the same amount of support as Daniel.

"What do you want? I already declined your offer for lunch." Aurora meekly spoke.

There was an attempt to speak up with confidence but it was undoubtedly dimmed due to the lack of warning about the three, very unwanted, very hated, presences that stood ahead of us.  

I flinched the moment their loud laughs rang throughout the room. And by they, I mean Mrs. and Mr. Romane. They laughed as if the world's funniest joke had been uttered. It was odd. No one else in the room dared to intake a single breath as we watched their pearly whites appear and their hard eyes squeeze shut.