Chapter 3

What Was All That About?

[Cat's POV]

"What do you want for dinner?" I asked Ikenzie as we walked into the house.

She shrugged. "H, how, aa, bout, sp, sp, spaghetti?"

"Oooh sounds good! Okay!" Once we got settled we walked into the kitchen to get started. I walked over to the cabinet and got out a pot for the noodles to boil in. "Can you get the noodles from the cabinet?"

Ikenzie nodded as she walked over to the pantry.

She handed over the noodles. "I, w,w, would , L, love t, to help, b, but I'm, pr, pr, pretty, ti, ti, ti, tt, t, t." She sighed as she gave up.

I put my hand to her face before giving her a kiss. "It's fine. Go take a nap. Italy and Isis will help me when they get home."

She nodded before she walked out of the kitchen with her head down. I felt so bad for her. She will get her voice back soon, I just know it.

After about 10 minutes I heard the front door open and slam.

"Cat Hannah West-Valentine!"

I dropped the bowl I was about to put the sauce in. Oh my god she didn't get the job.

I hesitated for a moment before I made myself visible in the entrance of the kitchen. "D…did you get the job?" I asked already knowing the answer and the altercation to follow.

"Does it look like I got the job!?" She held her arms out. "I've been looking all day for another one!"

"Jade please quiet down. Ikenzie is here."

She looked up the stairs before she turned back to me. "Come here." She pointed to the floor in front of her as she spoke through gritted teeth.

I did as I was told and walked over to her with my own head down.

"I'm sorry Jade. I didn't mean-."

"-Look at me when you're talking."

I looked up at her to see the back of her hand coming toward me and within a second it connected with the side of my face causing it to catch fire at the touch.

I yelped at the pain before I put my cold hand to it.

My eyes started to fill with tears but I couldn't let them fall. If I cry I will be in even more trouble. She never lets me cry.

"I'm sorry."

"This is your fucking fault. You're always fucking sorry! I'm done. You find me a job!"

"Please Jade stop yelling! You will wake her."

Jade never, ever, ever showed aggression towards me with the kids around. Ever. She said it's none of their business what goes on with us and told me not to tell them anything. As far as they know, we are a very happy couple, and…I am happy. I'm just not happy when she does this.

Don't judge Jade. She is a very loving wife I swear. She does so many sweet things for me. She just has….anger problems. And if I can be here to help her let those angers out, it's fine. I'll be okay. I love her and she loves me.

"I will."

"You will what?"

"Find you another job. I'm sorry. It's my fault. I know."

She rolled her eyes at me before she started up the stairs. "And I hope you have dinner going."

"I do."

With that she disappeared up the stairs.

[Monica's POV]

"So I talked to your dad last night." My mother Tori said as we walked side by side at the mall in search for a gift for Kaylee for her 11th birthday.

"About what?" I asked as we walked into a jewelry store.

"About you going to Hollywood Arts."

A huge smile spread across my face. "Seriously!? What did he say!?"

"Shh you are loud." She laughed. "He said it's fine and we set you up for an audition tomorrow morning at 10."

"Seriously?!"

"Yes!" She laughed. "And what's even better is that the principle said since school just started, if you make it in you can start now instead of having to wait for next semester."

"Oh my god! Yes!" I said as I jumped up and down like a kid.

She laughed. "Calm down. I really have to use the restroom out there. Look around and see if you see anything that Kaylee might like. I'll be right back."

"Nothing pleases her."

"It's true. But….just look." With that she was gone.

I sighed as I walked around the small store in search for something that Kaylee might find slightly satisfying. The girl is so hard to please. She complains about everything. She's so ungrateful. You can get her the perfect gift, something she asks for and still it's not good enough. I really don't know who she think she is, but she needs to bring herself down a whole lot of notches.

"Oh excuse me." I stated to a girl who I ran roughly into because I wasn't watching where I was walking.

"Yeah watch where you're-" The girl who looked to be around my age stopped mid- sentence as she looked at me. "…uh, yeah it's cool."

"Aren't these just adorable!" I heard another girl say as she walked up to the one standing in front of me.

"Yeah, yeah Italy, they're nice." She said not really paying much attention to her.

"Italy? That's a cool name." I stated at the fairly short girl who held earrings up with a huge bubbly smile.

"Thanks! What's your name?"

"Monica." I stated with a smile.

"Hey Italy, why don't you go check out the earrings that are all the way over there." The girl that I bumped into pointed across the store.

"Kk!" With that Italy was gone.

"Friend?" I lifted a brow.

"No sister. She's a handful." The girl I still have yet to put a name too stated as she rolled her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name." I lifted a brow.

"Isis…I'm Isis."

"That's a pretty name as well. I never heard that one."

"Yeah? Monica is nice."

We stood smiling at each other for a moment before things started to get awkward. "Okay, well, I'll see you around or something. Sorry for bumping into you." I stated as I turned to walk away but instantly felt a cold hand grab my arm gently.

I turned back around to Isis. "Yes?"

"I…uh, umm, yeah it's cool. Um. Okay. See you."

I gave her an odd look at her odd behavior before I nodded and turned to walk away again.

"Hey there you are did you find anything?" My mother asked as she came walking up to me.

I shook my head. "Nope."

Finally after searching a bit more we settled on getting her a necklace with her name on it and her birthstone and also decided we could go to a different store to find her some clothes.

As we walked out of the store I looked through the glass window to see Isis looking me in my eyes as she leaned against a wall with her arms crossed. We held eye contact until we couldn't anymore and it was just….a very weird/odd moment that was quickly shaken off.

I don't know what all that was about….

[Beck's POV]

"Hi." I turned around to see a young woman say.

"Um hi." I said as I turned back around to finish reading the newspaper as I sat and waited for my daughter to finish getting her nails done for an early birthday present.

"You are Beck Oliver aren't you?"

I nodded. "Yes ma'am."

"I just love your work."

I nodded again. "Thank you."

She all of a sudden scooted closer to me. "So why is a guy like you sitting here?"

"Well I have a daughter getting her nails done." I stated as I scooted away from her.

"That's nice. So um, are you seeing anyon-"

"-Happy married with two children." I sated as I flipped the page on the paper. I get this too many times a day.

"Well that's too bad. My name is Laura Ross, and I'm president of LA's script & film production company."

My eyes got wide as I put the paper down slightly to turn to her.

"Oh, do I since interest in me now?" She lifted a brow.

"Wow Laura. I love your work. I never thought I would meet you though." I stated calmly. I hate stroking people's egos.

"Well here I am." She smiled.

"I've sent you a lot of my work and I never thought you received it."

"Oh I did. I just wanted to take time to meet you in person, but wow here we are now. No need for any appointments. And must I say you look so much better in person than you do on pictures."

I smiled and nodded, but I'm not interested in her. I need her to produce my film. Laura Ross is one of the best and top film producers in L.A. If I can get her to produce my films I could be freaking famous.

"Thanks Ms. Ross, I-"

"-Call me Laura." She smiled.

"What do you think of my work?" I asked as I put the paper down.

"I might have slight interest if you have slight interest in me. If you know what I mean." She said as she gave a seductive smile.

"Ms. R- Laura. I'm sorry, but I'm not interested."

"Oh come on Beck Oliver. You know what I could do with your work. I, Mr. Oliver, can change your whole life. Big screens, first class, interviews, you name it baby. All I want is a favor." She smiled as she put her finger on my chest and slid it down my body to my groin and I quickly swiped her hand away as a woman sitting near us cleared her throat.

"Laura, I'm not for that okay."

"I think you might based on the way your man jumped for me."

I didn't think she caught that. Fuck. It's not my fault it did that. It was just a reaction.

I opened my mouth to say another word but she put her hands up as a girl around my daughter's age walked up to her. "All finished! See?" The girl held her fingers up.

Laura smiled. "Beautiful."

She reached into her purse and pulled out her card before she handed to me. "Call me after you think about it." She said as she stood up and winked.

Oh my….

"Kaylee."

"Yes?" She answered in sing song voice as she kept staring at her nails on the way home.

"I'm going to ask you something and you be 100% honest with me. Okay?"

She nodded.

"Kaylee I mean it."

"Okay I'll tell the truth what is it?"

I sighed as I ran my hand through my hair. "Tori was missing some money from her purse this morning."

I paused to give her a second to confess or to comment but she just kept staring at her nails.

"Did you take it?"

"No." She stated nonchalantly as she continued to admire her nails.

We finally pulled up at the house and I locked the doors before she was able to escape.

"Look at me."

She turned around. "Look me in my eyes and tell me you did not take that $50 you were asking me for out of your mothers purse."

She gave her full attention. "I did not take money from her purse. I would never steal from you guys. What kind of person do you think I am?" She stated offended.

I know good and damn well she took that money. "Kaylee, did you take the money?"

"I said no daddy." She said as she unlocked her door and let herself out.

I shook my head.

Something will be done about her…

[Ikenzie's & November's Text]

Ikenzie: Novie?

November: Yeah? Hey.

Ikenzie: Are you still sick?

November: Aren't I always? Lol.

Ikenzie: Why don't you just go to the doctor so they can figure out what's wrong with you?

November: My mom has taken me several times. They just don't know. They think it's really bad allergies.

Ikenzie: I really want to go out this weekend. So make sure you're better by then.

November: Go out with that boyfriend of yours….

Ikenzie: He's not my boyfriend! I just met him!

November: Right…

Ikenzie: Just get better!

November: Lol, okay I'll just tell my body to get better.

Ikenzie: Seriously do so.

November: How's the speech coming along?

Ikenzie: (frown emotion) Horrible. It's not getting any better.

November: It will Kenzie. Don't worry about it.

Ikenzie: Alright.

November: Well I'm really tired. I love to text you but, I'm falling to sleep.

Ikenzie: Okay. Night.

November: Night.

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