Babysitting The Jerks

“Just run! We don’t have much time! I’ll explain everything later, alright? I’ll keep you safe.” I heard loud thuds, gunfire, I hear screams, and it’s too loud! “Ma!! It’s too loud! I’m scared!” I shouted, trying to catch my mom’s attention. They both looked at me. “Pumpkin, remember what Papa said about those noises?” I nod, “Then you and Mama should run and hide; the monsters are coming; Papa will make sure to protect you both, cause that’s what family does, okay?” I nodded, unaware of the fact that it would be the last time I’d be seeing my Papa.

“Damn it.” Is it raining again? Tsk, it was raining yesterday, and now? What the hell? It’s April, fellas; it’s freaking summer. Dear Santa.Like yesterday, I waited in the waiting shed; it’s April fourteen, I have to pay for my apartment rent, that’s four hundred, jeez.“God, I don’t care, okay? She can even kill herself, for godfucking sake, I don’t care,”This scene was like yesterday, that arrogant jerk who plays with girls; the only difference is, he’s not wearing a jersey; already, I’m not too fond of that dress code. Fuck boy.“Yes, I will attend, hella yes, that cola shape bitch? Yeah.”“Pourquoi les garçons comme lui existent-ils encore ? Humains dégoûtants.” I mumbled.“Whatever, I’ll call you again, yeah bro, later.” I rolled my eyes, two boys, setting aside girls feeling for their pleasure.I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket, but before I could get it, someone had already grabbed it from my bag, which my eyes widen. It’s the man who was talking a while ago!“You’re the

As I was guided through the mansion’s corridors towards the president’s room, a mix of excitement and nervousness fluttered in my stomach. This was it, my first meeting with Mr. Kyoto, the president of this grand estate where I had just started working. When I stepped into the room, Mr. Kyoto greeted me with a warm smile, which eased some of my nerves.He was a distinguished man in his late 50s, with a commanding presence. His office was spacious, with walls adorned with elegant artwork and shelves filled with books. A large mahogany desk dominated the room, neatly organized with papers and a few personal items. Mr. Kyoto himself was impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, exuding an air of authority and confidence that matched his position as the head of this grand estate. His attire was tasteful, with a subtle but undeniable sense of wealth and power.“How was your first night in the mansion, Polaris?” Mr. Kyoto inquired, his tone gentle and welcoming.I hesitated for a moment, unsur

Dark clouds gathered ominously overhead as Polaris hurried along the sidewalk, her steps quickening with each distant rumble of thunder. She cursed under her breath, realizing she had left her umbrella at work. The first fat raindrops began to splatter against the pavement, and Polaris quickened her pace, seeking shelter from the impending storm.As Polaris hurried along the sidewalk, the sky darkened, and the first drops of rain began to fall. She quickened her pace, hoping to make it home before the storm hit in full force. But as luck would have it, the rain intensified, and she found herself caught in a downpour with no umbrella.Spotting a small waiting shed nearby, Polaris dashed inside, grateful for the temporary shelter. She shook off her coat and tried to wring out her dripping hair, feeling a bit frustrated by the sudden change in weather. As she stood there, contemplating her next move, her phone buzzed in her pocket.It was a call from her friend who lived far away. Polari

The rain continued to patter against the windows as Polaris lingered on the porch, watching the droplets race down the glass. She could still hear the echoes of the boys’ dismissive comments reverberating in her mind. As much as she wanted to shake off the disappointment, it clung to her like the humidity in the air.Inside, Mr. Kyoto sat in the living room, staring at the photo album with a mix of nostalgia and sorrow. Polaris could see his shoulders slumped, the weight of his family’s dysfunction pressing down on him. She knew he had hoped for a different outcome tonight—a moment of connection, perhaps even healing.Taking a deep breath, she stepped back inside, closing the door behind her. “I’m sorry, Mr. Kyoto,” she said gently, trying to find the right words. “I thought maybe they would open up a little.”He looked up, his eyes glistening with unspilled tears. “You did everything you could, Polaris. The boys have their own struggles, and sometimes they don’t know how to express w