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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
My parents are going out of town for a few days.
They're visiting some of their old friends in New York.
My mom's best friend from college is getting married, so they must be there.
I was looking forward to going with them, but I wasnt invited.
My dad said something about not wanting to leave me with their twenty-something year old nephew again, like they did the last time they went out of town.
So they asked their friend Veronica to come here and watch the house.
Veronica is a good friend of my mom's.
I've never met her before, but my mom says she's nice and cool.
She came over this morning, and my parents left shortly after.
They trusted her completely, so they weren't worried about leaving me with her.
I'm a little worried, though.
I know nothing about her, and I've never seen what she looks like.
What if she's not as cool as my mom says?
What if she tries to hurt me or anything?
I'm in my room right now, thinking about all this.
I heard the shower come on a little while ago, so I know she's in there washing up.
I hear the shower running in the bathroom.
Veronica must be taking a shower.
I've been listening to the water for a few minutes now.
It's a steady sound, and I can feel it in my ears even though my door is closed.
I wonder what she's doing in there.
Maybe she's washing her hair.
Maybe she's just sitting in there with the water running.
Maybe she's touching herself.
I don't know how long I sit there, but eventually the water stops.
I listen as her footsteps move across the hallway to the guest room, and then I hear the soft click of a door closing.
I wait another minute, counting the seconds in my head, before sliding off my bed.
My bare feet touch the carpet silently as I move to my door and open it slowly.
The hallway is empty, and I move quickly to the top of the stairs.
I pause there, straining my ears to hear any movement from downstairs.
The house is quiet except for a faint hum from somewhere.
Satisfied that Veronica is still in her room, I move down each step carefully, testing each one for creaks before putting my weight on it. The living room is dimly lit, with only afternoon light coming through the curtains that cover the windows.
The room seems darker than usual because of this.
Veronica's suitcase is gone from where it was sitting earlier, but her purse is still on the coffee table.
I notice a small, unfamiliar key beside it.
I move closer to the coffee table, my eyes fixed on the key.
It's a silver color, and it looks like it might be for a house.
But I've never seen a house key like this before.
It's thicker than usual, and it has strange symbols etched into its surface.
I creep closer, my hand reaching out to touch it.
My fingers brush the cold metal, and I pick it up, turning it over in my hand.
The design is intricate and beautiful.
I've never seen anything like it before.
Suddenly, I hear footsteps creaking above me.
I freeze, holding my breath as I listen to them move across the ceiling.
They're light, but they're definitely there.
Veronica must be coming out of her room.
I quickly set the key back on the coffee table and turn to go back upstairs. My heart pounds in my chest as I climb the stairs two at a time.
I'm not sure why I'm so nervous, but I am.
Maybe it's because I'm not supposed to know about the key yet?
Maybe Veronica will be mad if she knows I saw it?
I reach the top of the stairs and pause for a moment, listening again for any sound from Veronica's room.
The house is quiet once more, except for the sound of water dripping somewhere in the distance.
The scent of her shampoo lingers in the air, and I can smell it even though her door is closed.
I take a deep breath and move toward her door, my bare feet silent on the carpet.
"Hey, what are you doing up here?" Veronica's voice is calm but curious as she steps out of her room.
"I, uh, just wanted to see if you needed anything," I reply, trying to sound casual.
She smiles, leaning against the doorframe. "You know, that key downstairs isn't just any key—it unlocks something special."