5 years later
Violetta's POV

"STOP!!!" I screamed, waking up from my nightmare and springing from my small bed. I whacked my head on the pink lamp hovering over me which caused me to wince in pain.

Gosh, it hurts so much.

As I looked at the small clock beside my bed next to my white closet, I noticed that it was 2:43 am. I put the lamp on and began to stare at my pink and white curtain, replaying my terrible nightmare in my head. "Snap out of it," I mumbled to myself out loud, breaking out of the trance.

I couldn't seem to go back to sleep, so, I concluded to check up on my kids. Yes, I have kids. A lot of people think I was sleeping around with men and ended up pregnant but that's nothing like what happened. I don't care what people say about me anymore.

Everyone needs to understand that no matter what you do, whether you're good or bad there will always be people who will hate you and judge you.

We just have to live with it.

I reached my kid's room and saw them sleeping peacefully. The space was small, carrying grey walls and floors, a triple bunk bed that my children shared, a small window that allowed just the right amount of airflow into the room, with a wooden chair in front of it that brings back many memories, as well as a dressing table, a little light on the ceiling, lighting up the room, and a small closet.

Their room was far more favorable than mine. I didn't have much but I was okay as long as my kids were okay. The recollection of how I got my three beautiful children is painful, but I can live with it because it made me understand that everything happens for a reason.

If not for my kids I would likely have committed suicide years ago, but they gave me a reason to want to live. Like a push at my back telling me someone would want me and love me and I would feel the same way about them too without the doubt that they would change as my deceased father did.

I struggle a lot with money even though I have 4 part-time jobs. I could only afford a two-bedroom apartment in a bad area with my recent jobs but I still try my best to keep my kids happy and healthy.

When I found out I was pregnant, I was shocked but little did I know I was gonna have triplets. It's a lot of work especially when they refuse to stay still.

I have to go to work today as always but I can't seem to fall asleep. Every time I close my eye, that one memory keeps replaying in my head. I just wish it would all go away.

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I ended up staying awake till 5:00 am which is the time I normally wake up to start my day. I got up from the couch in my living room and like all the other rooms, it's small but it's big enough to clasp the small TV which I won't call a TV because it scarcely works — and a little multicolored couch with a hard texture.

My parlor is combined with the dining room. I honestly wish I could make a better life for my kids, but things don't seem to be working out well and all I can do for now is to keep trying.

I walked to my kid's room and saw my 4-year-olds still sleeping peacefully. I patted Nora, the youngest child, who was sleeping on the last bed, her long brown curly hair like mine slightly hovering over her grey eyes, full pink lips, and thinly shaped eyebrows. When I tapped her, she knew she was meant to get up and she did.

Following, I tapped Naomi, the middle child, who was sleeping on the middle bed. Her long straight black-brown hair, a little longer than Nora's hair was tightly packed in a low ponytail, complimenting her grey eyes, and beautiful terra cotta lips. Despite her calm appearance, she was a deep sleeper and had a bad temper, so she hit my hand and raised the duvet above her head which I dismissed.

And lastly, I tapped Nikolas, the first child, who was sleeping on the top bed. He had short curly brown hair, bright blue eyes, and thick but trimmed eyebrows. He didn't waste time getting up.

Before I knew it, Nora and Nikolas were out of bed but Naomi refused to get up, and as typical, I carried her out of bed and drizzled water on her face before she finally started moving.

They brushed their teeth and I had their baths for them separately so I was able to teach them how to do it themselves. I made it a priority to educate my children on their body parts to avoid any incidents from occurring. After, I poured some cereal into their bowls and they ate it while I got ready for work.

I washed my hair and body, then quickly came out of the shower. It was 6:17 already, so I needed to be fast. I did my hair routine which is putting aloe vera oil on it while damp and brushing it out, then letting it air dry as I couldn't blow dry my hair because it was sensitive.

I picked out my outfit and my kid's outfit and ironed them. By the time I was done, my kids had finished eating. Nora and Naomi's hair was dry already, so I put homemade aloe vera oil on it and brushed it. I put both of their hair into ponytails and then combed Nikolas' hair to untangle his knotted curls.

They wore their outfits themselves and so did I. I wore a white top with a black jacket over it, an old blue pair of jeans, a white canvas, and a black bag over my neck.

Naomi and Nora like to wear the same clothes, so I picked out a white shirt with a red jacket, red shoes, and black jeans for Naomi and something similar for Nora, while Nikolas wore a dark green shirt, light blue jeans, and red shoes.

I gave them their school bags and we headed out. I don't have a car, so I walk to their school and to work every day. I think of it as my daily exercise.

We finally arrived at school just in time after walking for a while. It was 8:10 am and I was gonna be late for work if I didn't start moving. I said bye to my kids and began my next journey. Even with my kids to take care of, I had another pile of work on my hands. I got to my first job for the day, 5 minutes late, and was greeted by an angry face full of makeup. Great, just the person I wanted to meet.

"You're late. Get your ass in there", the disturbing voice of Rebecca said. Rebecca is a blonde woman with blue eyes and extremely full lips which matched her terrible gold-digging baby mamma aura.

"Sorry, I had to drop my kids at school", I explained, already stressed out. "Whatever, when are you leaving again?" She interrogated with a temperament.

"I'll be leaving by noon today" I responded. "Whatever, anyway, make sure you put him to bed before you leave 'cause I can't handle that little boy", she said, walking past me to her car. How will I put a little kid to sleep by noon when he is most active? Some people need to think before they speak.

I work as a babysitter for a 5-year-old boy, Simon. His mum Rebecca, isn't very good at the whole being a mother thing but I can't judge much, she might have stuff going on in her head.

Once, I did a night shift taking care of Simon and it was time for me to go home but she didn't come back. To make matters worse, his dad was on a business trip, so I had to take him home with me to my shabby house. After all that, she didn't even call to ask about him. She either forgot about her child, or she was passed out drunk at a bar and worst case scenario, in a random man's bed.

His dad, Jack Romano is a busy man, but he cares about him a lot and always tries to make time for him. He is a good father and is trying his best to keep Simon happy. Jack is stinking rich, so Simon can keep himself busy with all his toys.

If I didn't have this job, I'd probably be broke and wouldn't be able to pay my rent so I'm happy I'm here. He pays a lot for just babysitting which I find unfair to him.

He offered me $1000 every month at first but I refused because that's a ridiculous price for babysitting, and he only did it because he knew my financial position. I hate nothing more than I hate pity, it was the same look that my rapist gave me before he left.

I walked into the house, more like a mansion, and as always, I couldn't get enough of it. It was so luxurious and nice I passed through the corridor which had a sitting area with a homely aura, and then I sauntered into the living room.

It had a black and white theme, making everything like the white and grey marble floors, grey, white, and black chairs and tables, TV, nice lights on the ceiling, and beautiful white shelves all match.

I was welcomed by a cute blonde child and was blessed with a hug from him. Simon has blue eyes and blonde hair like his mum. He was wearing a gold and black expensive jacket, blue ripped jeans, and a golden yellowish boot. The perfect pop star baby.

"Hi Aunty", he cheered in a cute voice. "Hey comrade, how are you doing today?" I asked excitedly. "I'm great, what about you?" he answered back.

"I'm doing good," I said. " Yay!!, let's play" he exclaimed excitedly. Simon doesn't go to school because he has problems socializing, so he is homeschooled which starts at 1:00, a while after I leave. I feel bad for the little boy, I always feel entitled to keep him happy, I mean, what could be going on in his little head for him to be afraid of kids his age?

It hurts my heart that he might just feel unwanted like I did or like he just feels like he doesn't belong, but, I won't get ahead of myself. I'll keep my sanity by hoping kids so young don't have such thoughts and only worry about what to eat for snacks.

We started playing Monopoly, but we couldn't continue because he had trouble counting his money, so, we played ludo instead and I didn't realize how time had passed by. It was already 10:00, so I decided to give him a snack.

I went over to the formal kitchen door and opened it and what my eyes immediately met was all white, again. A White marble Island with a sink attached to it and four chairs in front of it stood at the center of the room. There were counters and drawers for different things everywhere, a small white carpet in front of the island, and pretty chandeliers hanging from the roof above it. There was also a sitting area beside a window at a part of the kitchen as well as a huge fridge and freezer and another sliding door that led to a pantry.

To think the white is still white with a five-year-old around. That is impressive.

I once got lost in the mansion when I first started working here. I still don't know the entire house because it's too big, but I know the important places.

I opened the fridge and got apple juice, fruits, and crackers, served it on a plate, and sat him down on the island so he could eat and I was rewarded with a thank-you from the little boy that warmed my heart.

Before Simon was done with his snack, Jack walked in wearing an expensive black suit and a Rolex watch. His hair, a mixture of black and brown, his brown eyes that resemble the sand on the beach, and soft-looking dark pink lips. I was almost drooling over this sexy man standing in front of me.

Simon toddled out of his chair, almost injuring himself, and ran towards his dad receiving a hug from him. "Daddy!!!", Simon shouted happily with a breathtaking smile on his cute face.

"How's my big boy doing?" Jack exclaimed, lifting Simon into the air, eliciting a hearty laugh from him. "Good," Simon replied to his father's question.

Jack dropped Simon back on the chair and he immediately continued eating his snack and then walked over to me with a smile on his face which activated the smile that struggled to show.

"Hey," he said with his usual seductive voice. "Hi, how was work today?" I implored happily, grinning uncontrollably. "Stressful. For some reason, my workers don't know the difference between coffee and tea", he said letting a chuckle out.

"Sorry, how about you freshen up and I'll make a nice meal for you and Simon" I suggested. He looked at his watch checking the time. "Let's not waste your money," I said.

"Sure, I'll be here till 5:00 pm today, so that would be nice, thanks" he replied.

Jack freshened up and came out of his room, then waited in his parlor for the meal to be ready. I made a full meal.

Pasta and meatballs, fried crispy chicken, apple pie, fruit salad, and chicken salad. But of course, I didn't make the apple pie. It was in the fridge.

When he came out and saw the meal I had made for him and his son, I saw the joy on his face. He appeared relaxed which was rare because he was constantly stressed out.

He walked over to the dining table and a sensual smirk arose on his face. "Huh, this is wife material" he taunted and I snickered in response. "I'm aware," I said cheerfully.

He sat on the black comfortable chair and admired the food on the black marble dining table. His dining room was just as nice as the other rooms. It had a nice painting on the wall, a window with a black flowered patterned curtain, and a drawer behind the table. There was a television on the wall in front of the table and a little sitting area in the dining with a beautiful view through the window. We all sat at the table and had a very early lunch together.

It was nice. If only my kids were here. When we were done, I cleaned up and said my goodbyes to Simon while Jack escorted me out of the house.

When we got to the door, I stopped and said my last goodbye to him. I walked away and waved at him and as expected he waved back and went back into the house.

It was 12:13 and my next job started by 12:30, so, I needed to speed up because the distance was a little far. I walked happily to my next job still thinking about my lunch with Jack and Simon.

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Hey guys, I hope you're all having good days. I'm sorry if the chapters seem small but as I said there is gonna be a large number of them. Anyway get ready to find out what Violetta's other part-time jobs are and the events that take place there.

Don't forget to comment on what you think of this chapter. My favorite thing is feedback after all 😊.

Q and A
1. Do you think Violetta is doing a good job as a mom?

2. From the vibes given, what's the relationship between Violetta and Jack?

3. Is Rebbeca's negligence towards her son justifiable?

4. Do you think Jack lied about his schedule just to spend time with Violetta and Simon?

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