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“It’s bad, we’ve got trouble.”
“Why? What happened?” Poor man, he looked confused. I didn’t have time to speak as we pulled into her driveway. I jumped out of the car before it came to a stop and ran to the door, pounding and ringing the doorbell at the same time.
I could hear the kid screaming bloody murder from inside, and when she opened the door. I slapped the shit out of her shocked face. She wasn’t in shock for long, and she came at me. I didn’t slap her this time but a straight arm to the face, breaking her fucking nose.
Each time she came at me, I just punched her again because I was pissed; I kept seeing what she had done repeating through my head, and it just made me meaner. When her face was covered in blood, and I knew she’d had enough, I walked past her into her house.
“Alyssa, what the hell is going on?”
Garrett stood in the doorway where Natalie was now screeching and ordering him to have me arrested.
He was pissed at me, and rightfully so, until I turned with the kid that I had taken from the nanny, and he saw his face where she had scratched him. That’s what I had seen on the screen. I guess the noise she was making woke the kid, and this crazy bitch snatched him out of his crib, shook him, then slapped him across the face before throwing him to the floor.
I know the nanny came out of her room at some point, but I was too panicked to watch by then. I didn’t have to say anything to Garrett for him to get the picture and then that cold anger he was famous for was turned on his ex.
“Natalie, what the fuck did you do?” Later for that shit. I walked out the door with the kid in my arms, and Garrett had to stop her from coming after me. I beckoned for the babysitter, who looked terrified and confused, to follow me and took them both to the car.
“Garrett, let’s go.” Natalie was still screeching and making threats, and I don’t know what he said to get her to shut up, but she threw herself to the ground and had a tantrum. I should have beat that bitch’s head in.
ALYSSA
It was a mess, but I took over and went into autopilot. As soon as we got home and the baby had settled down some, I made the nanny call Kevin and tell him everything. Not just about tonight but all of it. Then he and Garrett talked for a while while I tried to figure out what to do with the kid.
There was no crib for him, so we had to put all the pillows in the house around him to keep him safe in bed. The nanny was shaking in fear; she kept saying she was going to lose her job and get deported in between beating herself up for not being able to protect her charge.
I tried calming her down now that the kid had fallen asleep, but it wasn’t easy. She had a lot of guilt as she told me of the things that had been going on in that house, things she’d been too afraid to mention to anyone because of Natalie’s threats.
We both looked down at the baby, who was still sniffling in his sleep, and I felt that rage rise up in me again. He had a nasty scratch on his cheek, and each time I saw it, I wanted to go back and beat the shit out of that twit.
I made a hot toddy for the nanny and got her settled in the room with the baby because I was terrified that he’d fall off the bed, even with the mountain of pillows. I just can’t get the images of her hitting the baby out of my head. It’s gonna take a while I guess.
I stopped at the door to the study and listened in on Garrett’s call. From his end, I got the feeling that he was sending his plane to bring the other man back. I’m not sure what they were planning to do, but I knew it wouldn’t be enough.
I was tempted to go back to the house and tear her to pieces. I was so caught up in my anger that I didn’t hear him end the call and walk out of the room. I looked up, and he was there. “Come ‘ere.”
He pulled me into his arms and held me tight against his chest. “Let it out.” How did he know I needed to cry? I never cry; I don’t even cry for myself. I hit him instead and kept hitting him while crying my heart out.
It's so silly after Helen’s hate to be this moved by what I just saw, but it somehow brought back all those horrible memories. My biggest fear, though, and the thing that keeps tugging at my heart, is the thought of what would have happened to the little guy if I hadn’t been watching her? I don’t mean just tonight, but always.
What kind of life would he have had with a mother like that? How many innocents are being traumatized right this minute? “What’re you guys planning to do with her?”
“Kevin’s on his way back, then we’ll talk. He’s sent someone to the house in the meantime since we don’t think she should be alone right now.”
I glared up at him, and he had the nerve to peck my lips with his. “Don’t look at me like that. No one knows what kind of mental state she’s in right now and what she might do.”
“You care about what happens to her after what she did?”
“No, but we have no legal authority over little Andrew. If she does something or calls the cops, he’d be in the middle of it. They can take him and place him in the system, or who knows what? And there isn’t a thing we can do about it.”
He sounded so calm, so detached until I looked into his eyes. That’s when I realized he was keeping it together for my sake. “They’d have to get through me to get to him. What’s her husband saying?”
“He’s a mess. Neither of us expected anything like this.”
“You’re gonna wanna stop talking like you know her so well.”
“Come again!”
“You heard me. Stop talking about that bitch like she’s your long-lost best friend.”
