Baby Daddy

Chapter Twelve

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Chapter Twelve- Rachel Paige

“Hey George I’m home!” I called out as I stepped foot through the door. 

“George?” I called while shrugging out of my coat and taking off my shoes. 

“George? Where are you?” I called out becoming irritated. I was now walking into the family room where I expected George to be. The room’s lights were turned off as well as the T.V. this was not like George. Usually George would be sitting in his favorite Lazy boy recliner munching on something, having a diet caffeine free Pepsi and watching some sort of football game.  Where on earth was George?

“George where are you?” I asked once again.

“BOO!” George jumped out of the shadows. I screamed bloody murder before dropping to the floor and rolling into the fetal position. Flashbacks and memories all came at me. rocking myself I sobbed. Memories of my father lurking in the shadows, memories of being beaten, memories of lying to everyone saying I fell down the stairs, all those memories came back at me. 

“Rachel?” George asked concerned trying to pat my shoulder, out of instinct I flinched away from him. 

“Rachel, oh sweetie I’m so sorry. I didn’t know this would bring back flashbacks.” George said trying to soothe me. 

“I-it’s okay, just g-give me a moment…” I said trying to control my sobbing. 

~*~

After the little incident from this morning George had been walking around as if he was walking on egg shells. George was sitting in the kitchen watching the football game from the kitchen T.V. while I made some grilled chicken for dinner. 

“Where’s the grill?” I asked George once the chicken was done marinating. 

“Uh, it’s out on the patio.” George said quietly as if talking to loud would cause me to curl up in a ball and scream.

“Would you please just stop it George!” I nearly screamed. George’s head shot up. I had never even rose my voice around him before. 

“What am I doing?” George asked in his calm quiet voice, irritating me more. 

“I’m not going to break George! I am a grown woman! I’m not going to curl up in a ball and cry if you talk at a normal voice! Gosh! It’s just so dang irritating!” I screamed slamming the chicken down on to the counter with more force than necessary. 

“I’m not going to break…I’m strong…” I mumbled more to myself. George came up behind me and gently laid his hand on my shoulder before turning me around and hugging me. 

“It’s okay Honey. It’s okay. I’m sorry.” George whispered in my ear. 

~*~

It had been over a week since my breakdown with George. George was so good to me. he loved me, he protected me, he saved me from the streets and gave me a place to rest my head. George was like the daddy I never had. I was so grateful, so grateful for the fact that my life was really starting to shape up. I was no longer the high school teenager that shied away whenever someone lifted their hand, I was no longer the girl that hid in her room hoping, praying, that her father wouldn’t come to hit her for something he blamed her for. I was no longer that girl. That girl is dead, I am a new person. 

Today was the first day of my new job, being a nanny to Claire. Tristan had daily double practices, well that’s all he told me, I’m sure he has something planned afterwards. After all, Mr. Famous Football-Player is also Mr. Social Butterfly. I arrived at Tristan’s house at six thirty. Tristan had already given me a key so I let myself in. I could hear the shower running so I assumed Tristan was already up. I went in to the kitchen and started making some biscuits and gravy. I hadn’t eaten yet and I assumed Tris hadn’t either. Breakfast was nearly done when I heard the shower turn off, I quickly set the table and went to go check on Claire. 

Claire was still sleeping like the little angel she is. Claire was snuggled up to a ratty pink blanket and clutched a worn teddy bear by the neck. I stroked her cheek lovingly wishing my life had turned out different. Wishing I had gone to college, found love, gotten married, and had a baby to love of my own. The sounds of movement in the kitchen tore me from my daydream. I gave Claire a quick little kiss on her forehead before going out to the kitchen, hoping to have a quick chat with Tris before  he heads to practice.