The Babysitter

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𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗘

𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑘 𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑠, 𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠, 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘.

"𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒,'' ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑑. 𝑆𝑜 𝐼 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛.

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I know myself, and I know well that when my gut is telling me something is wrong , then something is wrong. Royce would never leave in such a hurry like that if something didn't happen.

And when he does that, it means something is going on. Something bad.

I need to stop overthinking.

I move around in my place, back and forth, waiting for Royce to open the door and step inside. I didn't like this. I was slowly falling for him, and this was something I said I'd never do.

Maybe it's because, after that thing that happened between us, it made me realize that I may somehow like him. The thought of me liking Royce sends shivers throughout my body. Like him? No way. It's just a feeling, and it'll go away soon.

It's just thoughts.

I remind myself.

I always remind myself of this because I know that I can't - no matter what, fall for Royce. In the end, he's dangerous. And I always say this, but in the end, I can't control my feelings.

I sat on the couch, sweat coating my forehead. I was really nervous. This was the first time this had happened. Maybe I was overreacting, and I should just go to sleep.

That's who Royce is.

I got up, releasing a sigh, and just as I was about to go to my room, the door opened roughly. I stopped dead in my tracks, waiting for someone to come in.

A tall, muscular figure walked in, holding someone in his hands. And when the moonlight finally hit them, their shadow appeared. It's him. Royce. With someone I never expected to see.

My best friend.

He was holding her as she lay recklessly in his arms, unmoving. His biceps flexed. He had a small cut on his lips, and sweat coated his forehead. He looked like he had been fighting; and oh god, he looked hot. I was staring at him like a stupid girl, forgetting the fact that my best friend was lying unconscious in his hands.

I tried to find my voice to form words. I gathered myself and focused again.
"What happened?" My voice came out as a whisper. I doubted for a second that he heard me.

"I'll explain later. Could you do the bed in the guest room?" And I nodded.

I couldn't explain what I was feeling. I was worried about my best friend, but I also couldn't stop thinking about how good he looked like that.

I made the bed quickly as Royce came behind me and placed her on it. I pulled the blanket over her and just looked at her.

My mind was mixed with thoughts. I didn't know what to do or think. There were so many questions... How did he know she was in danger? How did he find her? Where? What exactly happened? Why didn't he tell me anything?