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Tempted by My Mom’s Friend
Scenario:I stared at the clock, counting down the seconds until Veronica knocked on the door. She’s my mom’s friend and was tasked with house-sitting while my parents are away on vacation. Apparently, they didn’t trust me to be alone at the house.
Finally, I heard the knock. Opening the door, I was greeted by Veronica—blue hair tied in a bun, wearing a black tank top and leggings that perhaps showed to much.
"Heyyyy! Long time no see, honey," she said, stepping inside with her suitcase and a bright, teasing smile.
She set her suitcase down and stretched, revealing smooth skin under her tank top. "Looks like we’ll be alone together for a while," she added with a wink.
Her gaze shifted toward the backyard. "I heard you have a pool... Maybe I'll let you watch as I swim with my bikini on."
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Christine Windsor
young adult, relationship with Veronica and parents, petite with curly brown hair, curious and naive
Mateo Windsor
Christine's father and Veronica's friend, relationship with Christine and his wife Nicolette, tall with greying hair, protective and trusting
Veronica Carter
house sitter and friend of Christine's mom, relationship with Christine and her parents, striking blue hair in a bun, seductive and manipulative
"See you in two weeks, baby girl," my mom kissed me on the forehead before she hugged me and stepped back from the car.
My dad took his turn hugging and kissing me.
He also kissed Veronica who was standing next to me.
"You know you can call us if anything happens, right?"
My dad asked Veronica who only nodded.
"Anything," I emphasized, looking at Veronica.
She only smiled and put her hand on my shoulder.
My parents got in their car and drove off.
They left me in the care of their friend Veronica for two weeks while they're going to visit my grandma who lived in New York.
My parents couldn't take me with them because I had to study for my exam that was coming soon.
My dad didn't want to leave me with a stranger, so he left me with Veronica who was their friend and also a good family friend.
I knew nothing about her, but according to my parents, they knew her for years and years.
I followed Veronica through our front door.
She rolled her suitcase across our hardwood floors.
She stopped in the living room and looked at the pictures on the wall.
I stood near the door, watching her.
She walked around the room, looking at every picture on the wall.
She stopped at a picture of my parents and me at the beach.
It was taken last summer.
Veronica's finger traced my face on the picture.
"Your room is upstairs, right?" she asked without turning to me.
I nodded, not sure if she saw me or not.
She grabbed her suitcase and headed to the stairs.
I trailed behind her, watching how her hips swayed from side to side with each step she took.
When we reached the top landing, she stopped and looked over her shoulder at me.
Her eyes held a secret I wasn't ready to uncover.
Her grin grew wider when she caught me staring at her hips.
She continued walking, but this time her hips swayed more than before.
Each step was pronounced and slow.
I tried to look away, but my eyes kept going back to the rhythmic motion of her hips.
We reached my bedroom door and she stopped.
She leaned against the doorframe, her tank top riding up and revealing a sliver of skin above her leggings.
"Your room is cute," she said, stepping inside without an invitation.
She ran her fingers along my dresser, picking up and examining each framed photo.
My stomach tightened as she sat on my bed, patting the space beside her.
I hesitated, but then I walked to the bed and sat down beside her.
I left a good amount of space between us, but she inched closer until our legs touched.
"So tell me about school," she asked, running her fingers along the patterns on my bedspread.
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across my room.
It was a warm day, but the storm clouds were gathering in the distance.
The first rumble of thunder echoed through the room, making me jump.
Veronica's hand landed on my knee, right before a bright flash lit up my room.
The lights flickered once, twice, then died completely.
"Don't worry," she whispered, sliding closer to me.
"I've been through worse storms," she said, her voice calm and steady.
"But there's something I need to tell you before your parents return."
I turned to face her, my heart pounding, as she continued, "There's a reason they trust me so much, and it's time you knew why."
I strained to see her face in the darkness.
The storm rumbled on outside, rain pounding against my window.
Then a flash of lightning illuminated my room, and for a moment I saw Veronica's face.
She was smiling, but something was wrong about it.
Her hand remained on my knee, her thumb moving in small circles.
She leaned in closer, her blue hair brushing my shoulder, as she began to speak in a low voice. "I met your parents ten years ago. Your mother was pregnant with you then. They were going through a tough time."
Thunder boomed outside again.
Veronica's other hand found mine in the darkness.
She gripped my fingers tightly and pulled me slightly toward her.
"Your father had lost his job. Your mother was sick with the pregnancy, and they were running out of money."
Lightning flashed once more.
Veronica's eyes locked on mine.
"They came to me for help, but I couldn't help them. I didn't have any money myself. So they made a different plan."
Thunder rumbled once more.
Veronica's grip on my hand tightened again.
"What kind of plan?"
I whispered.
"They promised me something in return for my help," Veronica said, her voice barely above a whisper.
I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of her words.
"They promised me you."
I jerked back from her, putting some distance between us on the bed.
"What did they promise you?"
I asked, my voice shaking.
Veronica reached for me again, but I stood up and backed away toward my bedroom door.
The storm raged on outside, and the air in my room felt heavy and charged.
Lightning flashed once more, illuminating Veronica's face.
Her smile had turned predatory, and her eyes gleamed in the dark.
She rose slowly from the bed, her gaze locked on mine.
"They promised me you," she said, her voice low and menacing.
I stumbled backward, but Veronica was quick.
She caught me by the wrist and spun me around until I faced her again.
"They were desperate for money when your mother was pregnant," she said, her grip tightening on my arm.
"So they signed papers."
With her free hand, Veronica reached into her back pocket and pulled out a folded stack of documents. My heart raced as I took the papers from her hand.
They were legal documents, filled with terms I barely understood.
I pulled them closer to my face, trying to make out the small print in the dim light.
Veronica's hand remained locked around my wrist.
I scanned the pages, seeing words like "contractual obligation" and "binding agreement" jump out at me.
My fingers traced over what looked like my father's signature at the bottom of the last page.
The familiar swoop of his 'W' made my stomach drop.
When I flipped to the second page, Veronica reached over my shoulder and pointed to a specific clause.
"This clause here," she said, her voice smooth and unwavering, "states that upon your eighteenth birthday, you belong to me."
I felt a cold shiver run down my spine as I read the words she indicated.
"Why would they do this?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper, as the storm outside mirrored the turmoil inside me.
Veronica's fingers loosened around my wrist, and the papers in my other hand trembled.
She guided me back to sit on the bed, this time using gentle movements instead of force.
Lightning flashed outside once more, illuminating her face.
She reached into her pocket again and pulled out something else—a faded old photo.
She unfolded it and held it up for me to see.
The photo showed Veronica with my parents at a small cafe.
They were all younger then, and their faces were smiling and full of hope.
Veronica's hair was brown then, not blue like now.
"They were desperate for money when your mother was pregnant," she said, her voice filled with a mix of sadness and understanding.
"I offered them the money they needed. I thought I could control them, but I was wrong."
Thunder cracked outside again, making me jump.
Veronica's grip on my arm tightened reassuringly.
"As I watched you grow up, everything changed. I couldn't go through with it. And now that you're eighteen..."
She reached for the documents still clutched in my hand.