The Billionaire's Unwanted Nanny

Chapter 8: Dinner

I stood in front of my parents' front door. My patience wore thin waiting for her to open the door. I texted that I had arrived when I pulled up in her driveway. I also rung the doorbell. This was one of her tricks. I calmed myself as the door opened. My father gave me a curt smile, ushering me inside. Hello, to you too sir.

I was the last to arrive. I refused to let it bother me. I may be last here, but I will be the first to leave. I settled in my seat. My mother sent me an expectant look. I know what she was waiting for and I would gladly give her the apology she was asking for. I watched her for a long moment.

"I want to start with an apology, mother." Her face lit up.

"Not just for the fight. I want to apologize for a lot of things. Firstly, I did find a therapist."

Her smile grew. "Good, it sounds like you have a good one; you are sounding better." My father said as he patted her arm proudly as if he had something to do with this.

"Lately, we've discussed my family and how I fit into it. The biggest revelation is I don't. I need to stop forcing myself to be something I am not."

I sighed softly before looking into all of their eyes before settling on my mother. She was suspiciously silent.

"Mother and Father, you've made me feel less than my whole life. It may have never been your intention but it was the result. I've put so much of myself aside to appease you two I have to relearn myself. I can't function like that anymore."

"Here we go," April said, rolling her eyes. I watched James roll his eyes.

"No worries, sister, there will be no dramatics. I am not here to yell or accuse just saying my piece. I got over James a while ago, romantically anyway. I have not gotten over certain things. The feeling of being used is valid. Recognizing his behavior, I wrote off to keep him shows issues within myself that are also valid feelings to have. I am happy he is a better man for you,"' I told her earnestly.

I focused back on my mother. Her face is pinched.

"I have big changes coming up in my life. I can't continue to feel this way. To heal, my therapist wants me to have no further contact with you all. I hope in the future we can get to a good place. As of this moment, I'm done." I tell them. Silence greets me. I anxiously squeezed my hands under the table.

My mother chuckled. "No dramatics, huh? What is this s**t? Look, here, you ungrateful child. Family is about sacrifice. Get over yourself. Deal with your issues in therapy and leave us out of your stupid stunts."

I stood, stopping her mid-rant. "Mother, I don't want to argue or hear any more of your cruelty. I am done. I suggest you look at therapy as well."

"What about my f*****g wedding. You are just not going to show up?", April yelled, slamming her hand on the table.

"I am not coming because you only wanted me in your wedding to rub this in my face. You purposely picked an ugly dress for me so you can feel as if you are better than me. I wish you well. I hope you two are happy. Seeing as I have nothing but negative feelings about the whole situation and we do not have a close enough relationship for me to be that unhappy for you," I stated, shrugging.

"Okay, sis, this has gone on long enough. Let's talk about this calmly," my brother started.

"No, I will not. I can't afford to back down. The stakes are higher. I'm pregnant. I have to grow up and be a better person so my child won't be as f****d up as me," I tell them simply.

My mother was stunned into silence. My father finally found his voice.

" Would you keep us from our first grandchild? Would you keep your siblings from their niece or nephew?" His voice was incredulous.

I didn't turn toward him. "Why would I bring them around a family who does not respect their mother? Why would I let them see how hurt and drained I am after dealing with any of you? It is not healthy. I hope one day we can be better together, but there will be boundaries. I will be respected. "

I felt powerful as I continued walking towards the door. Every step away made me feel as if I was finally in control of something in my life. It is laughable that I thought they would just let it go. My mother followed me outside. I jumped when she grabbed my arm, yanking me towards her. Rage is in her eyes. A rage that I've always feared.

I was naive. This woman was pure evil, and there was no way she was just going to let me leave peacefully. She would make sure at that moment that reconciliation was never possible. My heart pounded. I always feared her being this angry at me. I knew instinctively that she didn't love me enough to spare my feelings if she was ever pushed to this point. I flinched, tugging my arm from her harsh grip. I gave her a stern look but kept silence. I said my peace and now it was time to hear hers.