The Babysitter

Chapter 16: Girl Talk

She rang the doorbell and played with her fingers as she waited for Georgia to answer the door. Anxiety bubbled in her stomach and she kind of felt like throwing up. She may have a small problem with confrontation. Conversations like these were awkward, and she never knew what to say. And she always assumed that the worst would happen, even in situations like this one, when she shouldn't have anything to worry about. Georgia had said that she regretted how she acted. It sounded like she wanted to apologize, so why was she so worried?

Footsteps approached the door and then it opened. Brown eyes met hazel and Rowan sucked in a breath. Georgia was dressed in shorts and an old Star Wars T-shirt that had a couple of holes in it. Her face was bare of any makeup and her eyes were red and puffy. Her hair seemed to have been thrown up into a quick ponytail, as strands of hair stuck out at various points on her head.

And Rowan found her absolutely beautiful.

"Hi," Georgia greeted before stepping to the side to allow Rowan in. "Come in."

Rowan walked into the house. It was oddly quiet and all of the lights were turned off. The sun gave off more than enough light though, basking the living room in a serene golden brown.

Rowan stood awkwardly in the middle of the room as she waited for Georgia to round the corner. Once she did, she looked at Rowan weirdly. "Why are you just standing there? You know that you can sit, right?"

"Uh, yeah. Right," Rowan said as she shuffled over and sat down on one of the couches. Silence fell over them as Georgia walked to the kitchen and opened a cupboard.

"So...are the boys still at school?" Rowan asked.

"Yep, until three," Georgia answered, pulling out two wine glasses. "Want some wine?"

Despite cringing at the thought of consuming more alcohol after yesterday, she accepted. "Yes please,"  She paused for a minute before asking her next question. "And...where's Adam?"

Georgia placed the wine bottle on the counter as she looked up at her. "Work."

Rowan hummed in acknowledgment as Georgia poured them their wine, the sound of the glasses filling being the only thing heard.

Georgia sauntered over with the glasses and handed one to Rowan, who muttered a "Thanks," as Georgia sat on the other side of the couch. The two of them took a sip of their drinks and Rowan looked at the floor. The hardwood was looking really interesting.

Georgia took a deep breath which ripped her attention away from the ground.

"First," Georgia started. "I'd like to apologize for-"

"Oh, Georgia!"

Rowan's head snapped to the hall. The sound of the front door closing echoed through the house and her eyes widened.

"Georgia," Rowan whispered. "Georgia, who is that?"

"My mother," She said before downing the rest of her wine.

Rowan's jaw dropped as the person rounded the corner. She was short with straight, blonde hair. Her face was model-worthy, though wrinkles were apparent due to the woman's age. She wore red lipstick that stood out harshly against her pale skin. A knitted off-white turtleneck and skirt adorned her body, which would've been a lovely outfit if not for the giant hat that she had on that reminded her of the ones that she'd seen the Queen of England wear.

"There you are, darling!"

Georgia stood and walked over to the woman. "Hello, Mother."

"Gosh, what are you wearing, dear?" The woman asked as she gawked at Georgia's clothes. "All of the money you have and you choose to dress like you're homeless."