The Babysitter

8

𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗘

My eyes opened, and I realized I was in the same room I sometimes slept in. In Walton's house. It became my other home, and I barely go now to my real home. I shower here, I eat here. All my clothes are in this room. I often sleep a lot here. That's what Mr Diego and Carmen wanted. They said I'm just like their other daughter, so I'm welcome to this house. I love them both. They're also like my other parents. I'm also now attached to Angela. She's my little sister, and I love my job. I love babysitting her. She's adorable and really clever.

Flashbacks rushed in my head, and I remembered what happened last night, and those disgusting thoughts sent shivers to my body. I don't even want to remember them.

*𝗙𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸*

I was having fun at this party, all of the people minding their own business. At first I was scared, I've never been to a party before. My parents used to say, '𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑤𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒. 𝑃𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓.' I believed that, but I still don't know what they meant by forbidden things.

At that time, I was only focused on my studies. I wanted to make my parents proud and make them happy. I wanted to please them. Maybe I was happy about it, and I still do, I guess?

Looking around, my eyes fixated on one person walking through the door with a unique suit. He looked elegant. It was Royce, but he wasn't alone. My eyes forcelly moved slowly from him to the girl next to him. She was tall, with black hair and a very short dress. Who is that girl?

I suddenly felt thirsty and angry.

"Hey Marie, I'm going to grab some water. I'll be right back." I yell as loud as I could be throughout the music. Marie gives me a nod as a reply, I take my time to go through the crowd.

I went upstairs and so there were so many rooms. Hmm, why don't I check this place out? It's kinda cool, and I've never been to a house like this except for Walton's house. Sure, they even have a villa.

Walking in the corridor, someone grabbed me and pulled me in a dark room. There, they turn on the lights, revealing a man with light features. Gold buzz cut hair, with a white shirt, and beige cargo pants. He looked like he was drunk.

"Hello, beautiful one," smell of cigarettes, and the whiskey filled his mouth. It made me wanna gag.

"Um hi.." I offer him a sweet smile, but something was off about him. He didn't look nice. He leans in to kiss me, but I move my head away. He groans like he was annoyed by my action.

"Come here," he demands. What in the world is this boy doing? I better get out before he does anything to me. I made my way to the door, but this time, he pushed me to the bed, and he directly got above me.

"Please get away," I tried, but I failed, pushing him aside. He had a firm grip, which made it difficult for me to get out.

Now, his hands were touching me all over my body. What was he doing? Why are his hands on my body?

I started crying; he was touching me in an inappropriate way. He was groaning above me, and something hard was touching my stomach. I begged him to stop, but he didn't, he continued. In no time Royce comes in, the boy above me directly got up, and I take the chance to run away as far as I could from him.