Watched by You // Brahms Heelshire x Reader

Chapter 1- Applications

Finding a job has always been difficult for me. My boyfriend often wanted me to just stay home, and on top of that I never had the right credentials to actually get accepted. Still, I always tried. 

This time however was different.

I began looking for jobs outside of the United States, where I live. Why? I want to get away from my boyfriend. I want to leave him but I know that he will hurt me if I try. And if I just flee to another country, I doubt he will look for me even outside of our town. It's just so difficult to find an out of country job though because of that second obstacle; the credentials. I never got the best grades in school or went to college. I just stayed in my boyfriend's apartment, looking after him like a stay at home housewife. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of this country, and I just want to leave this life behind and start new.

I open my laptop and begin scrolling, searching for jobs.

"Accountant..... Assistant.... Intern... no no.. no! This is way too difficult. I don't want to be an intern, or work at some fancy office job. Hm... How about... wait!-"

I searched for jobs under 'nanny' and after scrolling through the applications I found a job in the United Kingdom. "Perfect-"

Suddenly I hear the door opening. My boyfriend must be home from work. I quickly close my computer and hide it under the mattress. I then rush to the restroom, giving myself an answer to his usual first question when he gets home."

Hey y/n! I'm home!" He calls from the entrance. "What are you doing?"

"Oh I'm just in the restroom! I'll be right out." I called.

After a few minutes of making fake noises in the restroom so it would be believable that I was actually using it. Finally, I step outside and rush to the kitchen where my boyfriend, Dylan, was.

I see him looking confusedly at the stove and the countertops.

"Uhm?" he stares at me.

"Is something wrong?" I asked. "Uh yes? Where is the food? I go to work almost all day, pay for this roof, and I come home and you can't even make me food? Are you serious? What do you mean 'is something wrong'?" he scoffs and leans back against the cabinets, waiting for me to do something.

"Oh.. I'm sorry Dylan. I'll make something quickly" I blurt out, avoiding an argument. I began rummaging through the cabinets and the fridge, deciding on what to make us. After about 15 minutes, I have finally finished making something. I was able to decide on just a simple grilled sandwich.

We sit down and eat, he stays quiet for a little bit until he criticizes my cooking skills and how the house is a mess. Little does he know, all day I have been planning on moving out, so I could care less how the house looks.

Finally he goes to bed, and I wait about 20 minutes to make sure he is asleep. Then slowly, I get out of the bed and pull out my laptop from under the mattress. I open up the laptop and immediately turn down the brightness.

"We need a new Nanny for our little boy, Brahms Heelshire. Location -"

I fill out the application, and after that book a plane ticket for tomorrow at 3:00 pm. The Heelshires, here I come!