My Naughty Babysitter

Chapter 10

A/N: Sorry for being AWOL. Also, if you haven't read in a while, I'd advise re-reading before continuing to avoid confusion. 

Disclaimer: This chapter is pretty intense... not suitable for children. 

*TRIGGER WARNING*

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Immediately after getting home I searched the house for the note Tony had taken from me. I was done being his 'slave' and finding that note was my first step to freedom.

I searched everywhere I could think of; drawers, cabinets, closets, even couch cushions. I couldn't find it anywhere.

Finally I decided to take a chance and search Tony's room. I had been avoiding going in there, but it was my best bet. Besides, Tony was out running errands. I just had to make sure I listened for the door.

I looked in a couple of drawers before I found a small stack of folded papers. I knew none of them were what I was looking for because there was no notebook paper in the stack, only photo paper. I opened them anyway but instantly regretted it. They were pictures of me sleeping, and in some of them Tony was in bed with me. Shocked, I wanted to burn the pictures, along with the memory of me seeing them. Instead, however, I put the pictures back exactly as I found them, not wanting to leave anything out of place. At least I knew to sleep with one eye open.

I turned my attention to Tony's closet. In it I found proof of what I already knew; Tony was a pervert and probably a sex addict. There was a whip, handcuffs, chains, a rope, and sex magazines. I closed the door swiftly. Surely my note wouldn't be among those things. If it was then he could keep it. 

I shuddered and moved over to his bedside drawers. The stuff in there wasn't nearly as weird as everything I'd seen so far. He had condoms, enough to last for quite a while, and some books. That was the surprising part. I hadn't expected Tony to be much of a reader.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?"

I froze. I had forgotten to listen for the door. "Uh...I...uh-"

"How the hell are we supposed to have a relationship when I can't even trust you not to go through my things while I'm gone? Everyone knows trust is almost the most important part of a relationship. You're making this so damn difficult!"

My jaw dropped. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It wasn't enough that he thought he was "in love" with me. No, he had to create a fake relationship too. I shook my head. "Let me get a couple of things straight: first of all, we are not, nor have we ever been in a relationship, and we never will be! Second, trust? You want to talk about trust? Well I don't trust you as far as I can throw you. Third, just give me the stupid note and I'll leave."

Tony's facial expression was somewhere between shocked and angry, anger gradually taking over. "No relationship? What, you think you can just leave me? You think it's that easy?" He laughed and shook his head slowly.

I didn't wait for him to continue. " Tony, I was never with you and I never will be because I would never date such a horribly deranged, delusional person! And that's if I was still looking, which I'm obviously not since I already have a boyfriend. A sexy, amazing, not...irrational boyfriend." I was careful not to use the word crazy, as I didn't want a repeat of last time.

"Stop. Talking." Tony began walking slowly toward me.

I knew I had been exaggerating with the 'sexy, amazing boyfriend' thing, but I really wanted Tony to understand that I was taken and that he might as well give up for good. Maybe a part of me also wanted to hurt his feelings as payback for all he had done to me. Whatever the reason, my mouth wouldn't stop. "Yeah, he's totally wonderful, and that hair! Man, he has good hair. Oh, but not as good as his body...especially when he's laying on to-"