AN: You're just going to have to scroll. Sorry it's such a long chapter, but I consider this all one section. And I had the hardest time with the title as is, so I didn't want to have to think of more titles if I broke it into more sections.

Babysitter Kathryn

Twenty minutes later Sebastian arrived in his 1956 Jaguar roadster.

"Kathryn, you're ride's here." He waited, but got no response. "Get in!" Sebastian yelled impatiently.

She stared daggers at him, but then remembered her resolve to be nicer to him. It was her way to make him think she was up to something. Yes, she did have a plan but it was not like any of her previous schemes. This one had a much more attractive prize at the end of the road: him as her slave.

"Oh, hi Sebastian. I didn't see you there. I hope we haven't kept our parents waiting too long," she breezed out. She opened her own door and got in the car. Sebastian started away from the curb without making sure she was in and buckled.

"Sebastian! God, are you…" Kathryn took a deep calming breath and returned her attention to the road. After a few minutes she said, "Thanks for picking me up. I really appreciate it." Her words were met with silence. She turned to face him. "What? I'm not good enough to talk to now?"

He lifted an eyebrow and gave her a quick glance. "No, of course not." He took one hand off the steering wheel and caressed her leg. He heard her sharp intake of breath and felt encouraged to move his hand higher up her leg. It seemed silly to be thrilled that she let him do that. He wanted to say 'No, of course not. You are good enough for a fuck. Maybe talking too, if that's what gets your engine running.' It was not that he liked being mean to her; it was just the first thing that popped into his head. He was used to belittling her and basically making her life miserable. He wasn't sure he could change. He could pretend to be nice for a while.

He searched his brain for something to compliment her about. "Did you do something with your hair? It looks nice," he said sincerely as he stopped the car in front of the restaurant and tossed the keys to the valet.

Kathryn sat there stunned as she watched Sebastian bounce into the restaurant.

The valet held the door open for her and said, "Miss, I need to go park the car."

She numbly got out. He has to be up to something, she thought. He's been acting unusual: not talking much, no quips, being nice. She was confused. Who was playing whom? Who held the higher poker hand?

She somehow walked into the restaurant, gave her name, and was guided to her table. She did not remember any of it. She was on auto pilot. She greeted her parents slipping easily into her good girl act. Somehow it was harder to use it on her stepbrother. Maybe, because he did not want to be fooled. She ordered her food, sat and listened to her parents talk about their separate trips, and pushed her food around on her plate.

She always ate only a little in front of her friends and family. She did not want her mother's criticism and she mostly did not want to get fat. It was her mother who taught her the diet "trick" of throwing up to manage her weight. Sometimes she really hated her mother. She was the reason why there was so much wrong with her.

How could her mother and stepfather expect her to live practically alone with her horny, teenage stepbrother and not want to fuck him? Yeah, there was something wrong with her. He was her stepbrother for goodness sakes. But to her sex, drugs, bulimia, playing with people were all the same things: it was a way of having control, controlling others or controlling her emotions- it was all the same. And this morning represented her lost of control.

Kathryn took a sip from her wineglass to wash down the bad taste that last thought left her. She actually felt embarrassed about what she did this morining and of wanting to do it again. She, who had sex with 47 guys (49, counting the two today), was uncomfortable with just sitting in the same room with him. It had not even been that good. Well to be honest, it had been the best she ever had. And that had to be the only reason why she wanted more, right? She took another sip of the wine.

Her mother gave her disapproving glance.

"May I be excused? I need to use the ladies' room," she asked her mother.

"Oh. Of course sweetie. Actually, why don't I join you. It would give us girls some time to chat."

Her mother headed towards the bathroom, and Kathryn got up to follow her. Sebastian grasped her wrist and said, "I have to go, too. Be right back, Dad."

She wretched her hand away and whispered, "What do you think you're doing, Sebastian? Do you want our parents to find out?"

"No, I'm just making sure you don't spill everything to that evil bitch," he said as he pulled her toward the direction of the bathroom.

"Oh!" she fumed and clenched her fists. "Well don't worry. I have no plans on telling anyone about my lapse from sanity. Believe me, this morning was a mistake, and I don't want to ever talk about it to anyone. Understood?"

He tilted his head to the side and looked at her hard. He let a moment pass before replying, "I think so. So what? We go back to the way things were? Pretend this morning never happened?"

"Yes, let's do that. And please no point in discussing what happened."

"Why not?"

"Because…"

"Because…?"

Kathryn chewed on her lip. She just wished he would tell her how silly she was being. There was no way anything would be normal again. But instead he was waiting for her to explain herself. Maybe he just liked making her feel uncomfortable, putting her on the spot. Why could he not just say to the hell with it, and grab her and kiss her. That way she would not have to think anymore. She could never think whenever he kissed her. All she could do was feel. God, she really needed some coke right now.

"Well…?" he asked.

"Because…because bb-because there's no point in talking about something that had no meaning."

"I guess you've said all that needs to be said."

They had reached the bathroom. He tried to walk away, but she put her hand on his arm to stop him. Then, before she could say anything, her mother came out of the bathroom.

Running into Sebastian she said, "Oh, excuse me. Sebastian? What…? Never mind." She turned to Kathryn. "I need to talk to you Kathryn. Now! If you'll excuse us, Sebastian," she said dismissively.

Sebastian shrugged his shoulders and left. Mother and daughter walked into the bathroom each deep in their own thoughts. Kathryn really wanted some coke right now, but she would have to wait. Her eyes met her mothers in the mirror and saw her frowning.

"What?" Kathryn said.

Staring hard at her daughter, Tiffany said, "I know what you've been up to. What do you think you're doing?"

Kathryn's eyes widen and her heart thumped quite loudly. She felt like she was going to faint. Did her mother know? How could she? Was it written on her face? But there was no way her mother could know. After all, had she not gotten away with worse things? Still none of them were as important as this. Whenever her mother found out what was important to Kathryn, she would take it away. Her mother had done that with her beautiful horse Summer, which she had from the ages of 8 to 13. It was her punishment for real father loving her more.

"I have no idea what you are talking about, mother."

"You are not going to embarrass me. I won't allow it."

"What are you babbling about? Are you on something?" Kathryn was tired of being scared. Let her just come right out and say it plainly.

"I got a call from Gillian Moraine, Carla's mother, that she saw you leaving Blaine Tuttle's house last Sunday."

"Ok, since when have you cared about where and to whom's house I go to?"

"Just answer me, young lady!"

"Yeah, I was there to babysit. His 4-year old cousin, Matthew, had come over from another state to visit. I was just helping a friend. Is that wrong?"

"Well…no. But I thought he was…you know…gay?" she whispered the last part.

Rolling her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest Kathryn said, "Yeah, he is. Is that all?"

"Isn't he also a drug dealer?"
"Mother, those are just rumors. Why would he need money? His family is rich."

"Well, ok. I guess I overreacted. Can you fault a mother for caring."

"Mother, you're about as much of a mother as a dog could be a mother to a kitten."

"Well, I mean to try harder in the future. I've been reading books on parenting, and Dr. Lauren Brown says that I need to set boundaries and communicate more with you. I thought maybe we could spend some quality time together, just the two of us?"

"Sure, mother, That would be fun," Kathryn said just to agree. Hopefully her mother would forget about it or decide to go on another trip.

"Great! Let's go back and join our men."

Edward stood up as the women approached the table. He hurried to pull out his wife's chair and smiled down at her. Kathryn meanwhile was trying to figure out what twilight zone she had fallen into. She turned to her stepbrother for clues. He just shrugged his shoulders; he seemed to be doing a lot of that tonight. It made him seem like he did not care about much. Maybe this morning did not mean anything to him, Kathryn could not help thinking.

Still standing Edward clinked his wineglass with his silverware. "Your mother and I have special news. Dear, you want to tell them?"

Tiffany blushed prettily and said, "Edward, you're embarrassing me. You tell. Wait! I'll tell. Well kids…" Tiffany seemed to be shy all of the sudden.

Kathryn rolled her eyes and wished she would get on with it. She reached for her wineglass to take a sip.

"I'm pregnant!"

Kathryn sprayed her drink all over Sebastian, who was sitting across from her. "What!" she said turning towards her mother.

Taking her hands in hers Tiffany gushed, "Isn't it great? I get to get another perfect girl like you. It'll be so much fun. We can both teach her all the great things about being a girl. Oh, Kathryn. Tell me, aren't you just so happy? I remember how much you hated being an only child, and now…"

"Mother, I'm not an only child. I have Sebastian. And besides I won't be around next year; I'll be at college. Why would you want another baby? You've complained enough about how much trouble I was when I was younger."

"Well I think it's great," Sebastian finally spoke up. "Kathryn and I will even babysit sometimes. It'll be fun, Kathryn. Kathryn the babysitter, babysitter Kathryn. It sort of has a nice ring to it." He smirked at her.

"I don't think so." Kathryn got up out of her chair suddenly and threw her napkin down. "Mother, hire the best damn nanny you can buy as soon as you pop it out. Cause I'm not going to have anything to do with it!" She stormed out of the restaurant nearly in tears.

Kathryn could not believe that Sebastian was taking her mother's side, their parents' side. It seemed everyone was overjoyed and delusional about this baby. The baby would cause many sleepless nights; even in their large house a screaming baby would be quite too much noise. This was the last thing that she needed. She hated babies. And her parents would also be home more, if not all the time. Life could not get any worse.