Angry

Chapter 2

Trevor Bradford

I stare at mom unbelievably as I continue to blink my eyes in shock. What the hell does she think she's doing? Hiring a nanny for twenty-eight years old young men that will turn twenty-nine soon, is she joking with me right now?

"Mom, this is not happening, okay? You can't possibly do this, right? We are grown men for goodness sake!" I spring up to my feet and yell at the top of my voice, but she doesn't look like she's affected by my yells.

"Mom, you can't do this, okay? We are grown men," Travis, my twin brother tries to talk her out of this, but she doesn't look like she's going to change her mind ever.

"Grown men? Are you two grown men? All you do is live an irresponsible life, bringing nothing to me, but troubles every day, how the hell are you grown men?" She snaps angrily at us, springing up to her feet, and we turn our faces away. 

"But mom..." Travis tries to talk, but the glare she shoots him makes him shut his mouth. Well, that is how much we are scared of this woman.

"I always have to clear your mess every time. I am supposed to be happy that I now have men in my house as my children, but all you do is bring me problems. I still have to clear your mess all the time, do you blame me for this?" She snaps at us, boiling in rage.

While growing up, all we ever do is get into one trouble of the other. Back in high school, we were known as the most brilliant students in school, and yet the most irresponsible jerks. We were known for everything bad, except stealing and telling lies. We were called the bad boys in the school back then. Did I forget to add how we sleep around with girls both our classmates and the female teachers? Well, what the hell were you expecting from two spoilt twins that has the wealthiest parents in New York? Our crimes were always paid for, so we never stopped committing more, since the police wouldn't allow us spend a night in the station on every arrest.

"I promise, mom... We are going to change, okay? I swear it, we won't bring you trouble again, just please don't do this," I plead with her, but who says that she's going to change her mind that is already made up? I don't have a problem with her hiring a nanny for us, but this girl? We are older than her for fuck's sake, so how the hell can we cope with her?

"Mom, just calm down, okay? I swear, we're going to change," Travis further says, but she just rolls her eyes, turning her attention to the girl who has been sitting quietly like a log of wood.

"Ariel..." Mom calls her, and she quickly raises her gaze to look at her.

"These are the people you are going to be babysitting," Mom says, and I cringe. This is the creepiest thing that ever happened to me. How the hell am I going to cope?

"Ma'am... This... This is weird... I don't think I can do this," She shakes her head as she quickly stands up to her feet, and my heart dances inside me excitedly. I was expecting that.

"Why?" Mom squints her eyes like she doesn't know why she said that. How the hell was she even expecting her to do this job? I'm sure she had no clue about this before she came here, if not, she wouldn't have risked it in the first place.

"Nothing, ma'am," She tries not to stutter after she glances at me and Travis with that nervous look on. I don't blame her, I wouldn't try this shit if I was in her shoes.

"Ariel..." Mom calls her and sighs briefly before she walks over to her. She gently holds her hand, and I can't help but exchange glance with Travis. What if this woman up to now?

We watch as the two talks indistinctly to each other, and I wish I can hear what they are saying to each other.

Mom finally pulls away from her after a few minutes, turning to us with a smile on her face. Please don't tell me she has agreed to this job. 

"Henceforth, Ariel will live here with you, and monitor your lives. She's going to give me feedback on everything going on in your lives, so I advise you to be on your best behavior," Mom says to us, and I exchange glance with Travis, who also looks like he's going to collapse anytime soon.

"Ariel..." Mom calls again.

"Yes, ma'am," She replies to her.

"They are your responsibilities now, and I'm going to have to question you if anything goes wrong with their lives. As their mother, I am giving you the right to replace me and train them like a mother while I'm away," Mom says, and I bite my lips. This is the craziest thing that has ever happened to me.

"Mom, you can't do that!" I disagree with her, but she only rolls her eyes at me.

"Come with me, Ariel. I will show you around the house," Mom holds her hand, and pulls her with her. How can she even touch this dirty thing?

"Trevor, take your nanny's bag to the room opposite your room," Mom says as they both climb the stairs, and I run my fingers through my hair. I think this is a payback for all we have been doing to her. Can she not punish us this way and let us make it up to her?

"Shit!" Travis curse under his breath, running his fingers through his blonde hair. We are in deep shit right now.

"What are we going to do, Trevor? We can't let that girl stay here," Travis asks me, and I shrug. How the hell am I supposed to know? Mom always has the final say in the family since dad is not here in New York, so since she has made her decision, then we can't do anything about it than to accept our fate.

"There's nothing we can do than to accept our fate, Travis. Not that she's going to listen to us anyway," I shrug, and he slumps on the couch like he's going to faint.

"We are in trouble, Trevor," He whispers, reclining on the couch. Yes, we really are...