Roommates

Chapter 15

Hannah's P.O.V.

I felt so anxious waiting for Cara and Amanda to come back. I knew it was a bad idea to leave Cara with Amanda. There was no telling what my sister would do. Her unpredictable nature would not mesh well with Cara. I kept telling myself that it would be okay since Charlie would be there.

I couldn't turn down the photo shoot with Victorio D'Angelo. He was one of the best photographers in the world and working with him was an achievement in the modeling world. The only bad thing about him was that he had certain moods. Sometimes he would be lovely and charming. Other times he could be harsh and demeaning. Sometimes he was overdramatic to the point where he would cancel things last minute because something didn't go his way. Luckily he was in a better mood and the photo shoot went smoothly.

Now I was in the apartment going crazy with worry. Cara and Amanda didn't answer their phones which scared me.  I don't know what they were doing or where they were?  They should at least sent me a text. Once I heard the door unlocked, I ran straight toward the door. Cara looked extremely pale and Amanda was looking bright and cheery.  She was holding a black bag in her hand.

"What happened! Why didn't you guys answer your phone!" I sounded like a worried mother.

"I...I don't want to talk about it." Cara avoided looking at me and made a bee-line to her room.

I turned my attention to Amanda. My eyes narrowed into a glare. "What did you do?"

"Nothing really," Amanda said with a shrug.

"Wait, where's Charlie?" I pushed Amanda aside, trying to see if he was hiding again.

"Oh, we dropped Charlie off with his dads," Amanda answered.

"What do you mean dads?" I shut the door behind her as she slowly took off her boots.

"Oh right.....well good news. I'm not Charlie's mother," Amanda said.

"What?" I could feel my anger rising.

I heard Cara come out of the room and I turned to see her run into the bathroom.

My jaw clenched in anger as I dragged Amanda into my room. "Explain!"

"Well...in hindsight I thought it was a good idea to act like Charlie was my son," Amanda said after some thought. She took a seat at the edge of my bed.

"And why did you think it was a good idea?" I crossed my arms against my chest. 

"It was fun?" She shrugged her shoulders.

"Unbelievable."  It took all my strength not to yell at her. "How are you older than me? You act like a child."

"Hey, you can't talk to me like that." Amanda glared back at me.

"Then don't act like a child," I retorted. "Is Charlie actually the son of a friend?"

"Yes and I'm also his nanny," Amanda explained. "His dads are moving to New York because one of them got a job here."

"You're moving to New York then?" I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to calm my disbelief and anger.

"Maybe, I don't know yet." Amanda looked up at me and a small smile slowly appeared on her lips. "It would be fun here. We can spend more time together."

"I guess that wouldn't be too bad, but what did you do to Cara?" It would be nice to have family around, but then Amanda could cause a lot of headaches as well.

"I think you might be right about her not liking people..." She avoided my gaze.

"Amanda!" I had a feeling that she did something to Cara. Especially with the way Cara looked when she came in.