Behind The Scenes { #Wattys2016 }

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Finally, the school day was over and I could go home. I left that awful place about 20 minutes ago and entered the basement of my hotel. Parking my car in the basement I made my way to the lift and into the penthouse suite.

Freaken finally, it's good to be home. Today was honestly torturous. After lunch Jason just gave me the cold shoulder every time I saw him between classes. Well every time I saw him and Julia scurry from class to class.

Honestly, I don't think of her as a problem. Or a threat for that matter. I think that she has a problem with boundaries, but she doesn't seem like a slut. If you know what I mean. I don't know. It's hard to explain.

"I'm home," I yell out to the seemingly empty apartment.

"Oh miss Jamie, it's good to have you home," Rosario, my housekeeper - slash - nanny came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish rag. I call her Rosy for short. Rosario is a bit of a mouth full.

Rosy wrapped her chubby arms around me and gave me the motherly hug I needed.

"Are you hungry?" asked Rosy, "I just prepared some lunch."

"Starving, what's for lunch?" I asked her dropping my bag by the entrance the elevator.

"The food is still in the oven but I made some cookies if you want to have some now?"

"Chocolate chip?"

"Do I make any other kind?" She asked me laughing and she led me into the kitchen.

Rosy has been with us for about 14 years now. She's more like a mom to me then a worker. Well, a mom I can pay. You might even say she's my Alfred. I guess that will make me Batman. I need to stop thinking such shit. She doesn't look anything like Alfred though.

Thank god.

She had a beautiful tan that she probably inherited from her Mexican heritage, brown eyes, long dark hair and a smile to light up any room she entered.

"So tell me about your day," Rosy demanded setting down a glass of milk and a mountain of cookies in front of me.

"It could have been better " and then I told her every little detail about my day. When I was done all she could do was click her tongue, something she does when she's thinking. Or when she has something very hard to say. I'm betting the latter.

"Jamie sweetheart, how long are you going to keep punishing the boy."

"Bu-"

"No no, no buts. I know he has done you wrong. Has done you wrong more times than I can count. But you love him no?"

" I do, I love him so much and that's the only reason I'm still with him. It's so shi-"

"Language Jamie."