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Do you know the kind of movies where the babysitter is a psycho? Those movies had traumatized me since I was a kid and because of that, I had no interest in having a babysitter whatsoever. But no matter how much I resisted, my parents got me one. They were busy, hard working business people and had to stay out of the house most of the time so I had no choice but to get a sitter even when I was fourteen.
I did throw one or two tantrums about that but that didn’t exactly work with my parents. But I guess, maybe out of luck or something, my babysitter turned out to be really nice. She didn’t talk much and was about my mother’s age and didn’t look creepy like the ones in the movies so she was fine. At least, that was what it seemed, at first.
She was my babysitter as well as our housekeeper. She cleaned all the rooms, made all my favorite food, and not just that she even drove me to and from my school.
“We got such a good deal with her. Who even works this much for so little money?” my mom said one day while we were having dinner and my dad nodded his head in agreement.
I was also happy about that because I didn’t have to do any housework, which I had to do otherwise for pocket money.
Life was going good like that but slowly, I realized that the babysitter was starting to take more and more control over my life.
For example, when she came to pick me up from school, she would start honking like crazy if I got out even a minute later. It was so embarrassing. I had to run to get to the car as soon as the classes were done and couldn’t stay back and chat with my friends.
Also, I had to finish up all the food she made for me and couldn’t even leave one grain behind, and being full was not an excuse she would take.
I was like a puppet whose thread was in her hands. Because of all that, I was fed up with her and wanted to get rid of her. However, my parents were not up for it. It was as if she had put some kind of spell on them. They were very pleased with her and her work and there was also the part about having to pay her less.
Of course, they had no idea about how she was controlling my life and making it a living hell.
One day I was just passing by my parent’s room to get to mine when I saw that the door there was cracked open. But my parents weren’t home at the time so I decided to take a peek in and what I saw there was bizarre and confusing.
My babysitter was in my parents’ room dressed in my mom’s clothes and jewelry.
“Well, that’s odd,” I thought, all confused about what she was doing. That led me towards one clear explanation; she was stealing from my mom. At that moment, instead of confronting her, I made up my mind that I was going to tell my parents all about it, expose her and finally get rid of her.
Do you know the kind of movies where the babysitter is a psycho? Those movies had traumatized me since I was a kid and because of that, I had no interest in having a babysitter whatsoever. But no matter how much I resisted, my parents got me one. They were busy, hard working business people and had to stay out of the house most of the time so I had no choice but to get a sitter even when I was fourteen.
I did throw one or two tantrums about that but that didn’t exactly work with my parents. But I guess, maybe out of luck or something, my babysitter turned out to be really nice. She didn’t talk much and was about my mother’s age and didn’t look creepy like the ones in the movies so she was fine. At least, that was what it seemed, at first.
She was my babysitter as well as our housekeeper. She cleaned all the rooms, made all my favorite food, and not just that she even drove me to and from my school.
“We got such a good deal with her. Who even works this much for so little money?” my mom said one day while we were having dinner and my dad nodded his head in agreement.
I was also happy about that because I didn’t have to do any housework, which I had to do otherwise for pocket money.
Life was going good like that but slowly, I realized that the babysitter was starting to take more and more control over my life.
For example, when she came to pick me up from school, she would start honking like crazy if I got out even a minute later. It was so embarrassing. I had to run to get to the car as soon as the classes were done and couldn’t stay back and chat with my friends.
Also, I had to finish up all the food she made for me and couldn’t even leave one grain behind, and being full was not an excuse she would take.
I was like a puppet whose thread was in her hands. Because of all that, I was fed up with her and wanted to get rid of her. However, my parents were not up for it. It was as if she had put some kind of spell on them. They were very pleased with her and her work and there was also the part about having to pay her less.
Of course, they had no idea about how she was controlling my life and making it a living hell.
One day I was just passing by my parent’s room to get to mine when I saw that the door there was cracked open. But my parents weren’t home at the time so I decided to take a peek in and what I saw there was bizarre and confusing.
My babysitter was in my parents’ room dressed in my mom’s clothes and jewelry.
“Well, that’s odd,” I thought, all confused about what she was doing. That led me towards one clear explanation; she was stealing from my mom. At that moment, instead of confronting her, I made up my mind that I was going to tell my parents all about it, expose her and finally get rid of her.
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