Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 64617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Her eyes widened, and I swear she winked at me.
“Don’t worry! Doctor Daddy is probably fuckin’ his fist to you already!”
“Danté! Language!”
“Pssst! Paris heard worse comin’ out of her brother’s mouths! Talk to you later, love ya!”
For the rest of the afternoon, I went about my normal routine. I cleaned up the rest of the house, made dinner, and got Journey ready for her third nap of the day, waiting on the brink of insanity for Jackson to get home, so I could confront him. Still not knowing what the hell I was going to say.
I wasn’t equipped for the magnitude of the problem I was facing. This wasn’t something I could have prepared or been ready for. There was no manual on how to handle a situation like this. I just had to go with my gut, my motherlike intuition, needing him to know this wasn’t alright. He was too young to be smoking weed.
I took a deep, steady breath as I waited for him in his bedroom. My heart leapt out of my chest when I heard his footsteps down the hall. Secretly hoping this wasn’t going to blow up in my face like everything else had with him.
The only other choice I had was to tell Skyler and let her handle it, but what would that say about me? I felt like this conversation at least needed to start between us.
The door swung open shortly after, and Jackson’s stunned gaze connected with my concerned eyes. His caught off guard expression quickly fell to the bag of weed securely in my grasp.
He grinned. “I didn’t know Mary Poppins got high. Is that why she’s always so happy?”
“Very funny, Jackson. We both know this isn’t mine.”
“Are you trying to say it’s mine?”
“Who else’s would it be? It was in your jeans.”
“It’s not mine, and I have no idea how it got in there.”
“Oh, so it just magically grew legs and jumped in your pocket without your knowledge? Just happened to show up while I placed them in the dryer to de-wrinkle your clothes? Try again.”
He eyed me skeptically, throwing his backpack on his bed.
“What exactly are you trying to do here? Get me fired? Huh? That’s quite the stunt to pull on me, even for you. Skyler could have me arrested! No more nursing school, no more future, no more nanny for you! No more nothing thanks to you. I’m already missing so many classes because I’m here caring for you instead of showing up for school!”
Offended, he put his hands up in the air. “Hey! I didn’t know you were going to dry my jeans. That’s on you.”
“So, you did know the bag was in your jeans?”
He rolled his eyes and clenched his jaw. “No. I didn’t.”
“Then what? Huh? Explain to me what’s going on here, before I explain to Skyler what I think is going on instead.”
He arched an eyebrow, unfazed.
Jesus, does this kid feel anything?
Shrugging, he replied, “Then here’s your chance to get back at me, Camila. Go tattle, I don’t give a shit. Skyler’s not my mother and neither are you.”
I ignored his low blow. “So, you are smoking weed?”
“Why does it matter to you if I am?”
“You’re only thirteen. You have your whole life ahead of you. You shouldn’t be smoking weed that’s why.”
“And why is that, Mary Poppins? You’re telling me you’ve never tried it?”
“Nice try. This isn’t about me. This is about you.”
“Actually, this is about both of us. You brought this on yourself. Stay out of my business and we won’t have any problems. Yeah?”
“You know what? You’re right about one thing, I’m not your mother, nor do I want to be. Why is it so hard for you to see that? The stunt you pulled today crossed the line, Jackson! This is not okay! You know Journey is with me all the time, and the house reeked of weed because of your ploy to get me fired! Thank God I found a surgical mask to put on her, or else I would have been beyond screwed! You put your baby sister’s health in danger!”
“Oh bullshit, you’re just being dramatic. There was barely any weed. She was fine.”
“How would you know? Are you in medical school? Do you have a degree in—”
“Camila! What do you want from me? If you’re looking for an apology, you’re shit out of luck cuz you’re not getting one.”
Oh, hell no…
“Do you have any idea how hard I’ve worked to get to this point in my life? I didn’t grow up like you with your million-dollar house, name brand clothes, and overly priced education that you take for granted.” I pointed to myself, standing my ground. I wasn’t leaving this room until I gave him a piece of my mind.
He needed to be put in his place, regardless of the consequences.