Babysitting the Devil Himself

Weird Guy

You woke up in the morning, skipping the whole night. When you got up, you picked your phone up off the floor and saw that it was dead, so you plugged it into its charger. You were surprised that you actually had slept the whole night without waking up although you did have an unusual dream.

It started off with you on your phone; scrolling through your favorite app. As smile crept along your face as you read something rather hilarious, but it wasn't enough to make you full out bust a gut. Just as you were at your happiest, a man busted into your room. You had no idea who he was but assumed that he was the uncle of the kid who you were going to babysit. Not one of him, no, as many as 20 of him appeared in your room and started to dance around you showering you with compliments and making you feel awkward. They weren't normal compliments either; he was making them sexual and creepy. Those comments made you want to curl up in a ball and hide because they made you feel insecure. His medium length black hair flowed as he danced around and he stroked his beard.

In your dream, you struggled to stay away from him because he managed to follow you everywhere. After the dream, you shot awake but then eventually fell back asleep.

After you thought about your dream you gathered your things and went to your bathroom to freshen up. First, you took a steaming hot shower to cleanse yourself. When you were done with your shower, you wrapped the towel around yourself and wrapped your hair in another. You began doing your other daily preps in the bathroom. You brushed your teeth until they were sparkling, and you put on deodorant to me you smell decent all day. After that was done you dried your body off and got dressed for the day. You wore a (f/c) t-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. You then dried your hair and decided to leave it natural.

Some time later you decided to head downstairs. Breakfast and your mother were waiting for you. You smelt bacon and eggs in the air. Your stomach growled at the thought of food being in your stomach since you forgot to eat last night. Your body was craving nutrients at the moment and you were not going to deny it food any longer. Surprisingly your mother already had a plate ready for you with (how you like your eggs) on it. Your favorite.

"This is delicious, mom. Thanks." You said as you stuffed a forkful of eggs in your mouth. She smiled at you and said that it was not a problem. She loved making breakfast. She rather make that instead of any other meal. You never understood why. Was it because it was simple or because it got you going for the day? You had never thought to ask her because it didn't seem very significant.

"Oh, sweetie, did you get a text or call from anyone yet?" She asked as she munched on a piece of bacon.

You shook your head. "Mmm, no. But I forgot to charge my phone last night, so it's dead. When it's charged enough I'll check it."

She nodded her head and proceeded to head out the door with your fliers in her hand and her purse in the other. You bid no good-byes to each other, she just left and you did your own thing. You knew where she was going and what she was doing, and if that plan changed, she would text you.

You finished up your food, put your plate and fork in the dishwasher, and headed up to your room where you turned on your phone and checked your messages. You kept it plugged into the charger because it was only at 25%. Surprisingly your phone usually charged rather fast, not that you didn't like it. It was the highlight of your life. It was basically the only thing that made you happy because your sister was a bitchy ho, your father was hardly ever home, your mother obviously favors your sister, you hardly have any friends, and you always get forced into things by your mother or so-called "friends."

A sigh left your lips as you saw a few text messages from a strange number. You know what that means. It means that creepy guy had texted you, given your number to a creepy friend, or someone had accidentally texted the wrong number. But you knew which was more realistic than the others.

You open the messages and read them one by one.

From Unknown Number:

Hey, this is Kenny. Your mother gave your number to me yesterday at the mall. She told me that you're looking for a babysitting job. I have a nephew that I am the guardian of and he needs a babysitter for when I'm gone.

Sent 9:32 am

From Unknown Number:

If you're interested please text me back. He's had other babysitters but they've all quit for unknown reasons.

Sent 9: 35

From Unknown Number:

He's a good child, but sometimes he has his moments. Please, I think he just needs a good influence in his life. His parents are gone and I'm the only one that will take care of him. Please reach me at this number for more information and if you're interested. I'm sorry if I seem needy for a babysitter, but I think you can really help. Your mother has done nothing but talk good about you and how you can handle people really well. Thank you for your time and reading this.

Sent 9:46

You roll your eyes at how he was practically begging for you to babysit his child. He seems like his child has a reputation and that most babysitters in town know it and that's why he was begging in his text.

To Kenny:

Hey, sorry my phone died last night at it was off and charging. My mom told me that she talked to you and to expect a text from you. I'm for sure interested in babysitting your nephew. I just need his name, your address and other contact information just in case of emergencies so I can get a hold of you if needed. Or if you'd like to interview me to see if I'm right for the job because that's okay with me too.

Sent 10:44

You turn on your TV to deal with your boredom. Nothing looks good as you flip through the channels. Most of it is either advertisements, boring housewives, baby shows, or dumb ass movies. Nothing you're interested in.

Soon there's a knock on your door. Of course, you know who it is, so you roll your eyes farther back into your head than you normally do.

"Hey, butt-munch. Whatcha up to?" Victoria says as she crawls on your bed and gets too close to your face. "Tell me~ Are you talking to your boyfriend, Jean? I bet he really just wants me. He wants to fuck me and not you. Wanna know why? Because I'm cuter and I know how to make a guy feel good. I mean just look at me, (F/N)," she flipped her hair and looked in my mirror, "now look at yourself. Who's prettier? ME!"

You push her off of you and glare at her, "You may be 'pretty'," you made sure to use air quotes, "but your personality is rather lackluster. That's where I outshine you. Looks will fade over time, but someone with a beautiful personality--me--will always be interesting for everyone. You should really work on being more than just a 'pretty' face and body and someone who only puts out." You smile and stick your tongue out at her as she stares in disbelief.

You see the anger boiling within her, the steam rolling out of her ears. It honestly made you want to laugh, but it looked like she might beat the shit out of you.

"How dare you talk that way to me! NO ONE talks that way to me. I fucking hate you, mom hates you, and dad hates you. NO ONE likes you! You know what? Go fuck yourself, you self-centered whore. Fucking ass-muncher, wannabe slut, bitch cunt. I can't fucking BELIEVE the shit that you say. You're such a fucking liar and I hope you fucking go to hell. Eat shit you fucking moose cock jizz bucket," she gets off of my bed and storms to my door, "I hope you fucking get raped and ripped apart you fucking judgmental ass crack, fucking virgin, ugly-ass piece of shit looking fag." And with that, she stomped out of my room and over-dramatically slammed my door.

To an extent what she said does hurt, but a huge portion of it isn't true. You know that she's only acting out for attention. You're just glad that you didn't end up like her.