Fallen Hope

babysit

I stood in my room brushing out my hair when my little brother; Max walked downstairs into my room.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"I'm babysitting the Anderson's kid again." I answered. I got finished and grabbed my keys and bag.

"You mean Sarah?" A smile hit his face. I nodded my head yes. "Why do you keep babysitting for them?"

"Because they pay good." I chuckled.

"Tell Sarah I said hi." He insisted as I walked out. My dad and step mom; Julie were sitting on the couch.

"I'm leaving to go babysit." I announced.

"When will you be back?" Julie asked.

But I just ignored her and left. I drove over to the Anderson's and knocked on the door and Mrs. Anderson's answered and let me in.

"Thank you for coming on late notice." She thanked.

"It's fine." I assured.

Although that was a lie. I was supposed to be with my girlfriend today. But I really need the money.

"You know the drill. There's money if the table for pizza. And to call us if anything happens."

Her and Mr. Anderson then left. Sarah came downstairs from her room.

"Hey Chris." She waved. She was smiling big.

"What did you do?" I questioned. She seemed suspicious.

"Nothing. I'm just happy you're here." She said.

I rolled my eyes and sat on the couch. I switched the TV to South Park. I had nothing else to do.

"Can I ask you something?" She asked as she sat next to me. I scooted farther away a little.

"What is it?" I responded.

"How can I tell if a boy is single or not?" She wanted to know. I didn't know how to answer.

"Uh... I don't really know. I've never been looking to see if a boy is single or not."

That's the best I could come up with. All of a sudden she grabbed my junk. I pushed her away and stood up.

"Sarah! What the hell?!" I yelled.

"I'm sorry! I just really like you!" She cried.

"So you grab my dick!? That's extremely inappropriate!" I hissed.

"I'm sorry! Please don't tell mom and dad!" She pleaded.

"Go to your room! Now!" I demanded.

She ran up to her room. I had to process what just happened. Then debate on if I wanted to wait until her parents got home of not. Screw it. I called Mrs. Anderson.

"Hey Chris. Is there something wrong?" She picked up the phone.

"Y-yeah. Sorry to interrupt. But this is probably the last time babysitting." I admitted.

"Did something happen?" She asked.

"Well I sent Sarah up to her room because we were sitting on the couch watching TV and she just reached over and grabbed my... Y'know."

"Oh my god. I am so sorry." She gasped. "We'll be right there." She then hung up.

I switched the TV channel. The last thing we need to happen is then walking in in the middle of a South Park dick joke. They soon got here.

"Sarah Myra Anderson!" They called her name.

She came downstairs with tears running down her face.

"What made you think that was anything but inappropriate!?" Her dad yelled.

"I'm sorry." She cried.

"I'm am so sorry for Sarah's behavior." Her mom apologized.

They then paid me more than they ever have. $250. Hell yeah. Her dad looked at the cash that was in my hand. He got out his wallet and got out $50. He handed it to me.

"Is that enough for an apology?" He asked.

"Uh, yes sir." I answered.

"Don't be sorry. He was sexually harassed." Mrs. Anderson insisted.

She walked into the kitchen and came back with $200. She handed it to me. I didn't know what to say.