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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
I watched as my parents said their goodbyes before getting into the car and driving away.
They had left me in the care of their friend Veronica, a thing I was not pleased about, but I could do little about it.
Mom had insisted, and I knew that she would not have taken no for an answer.
Veronica had come over the night before to sleep over since my parents would be leaving at the crack of dawn.
I turned back after watching the car drive out of sight and walked back into the house, Veronica being there to welcome me.
"Hey sweetheart."
She was a striking woman with her blue hair up in a bun.
I brushed past her, not acknowledging her greeting.
My footsteps were heavy on the wooden stairs as I went up to my room.
The morning sun streamed through the windows in the hallway, casting a golden glow over everything.
I marched down the hall to my bedroom, fists clenched at my sides.
Behind me, I could hear Veronica chuckle softly as she followed me up the stairs.
Her heels clicked on the wooden floorboards.
My hand reached out and gripped the brass doorknob of my bedroom door.
I entered quickly, the door closing with more force than I had intended.
The sound echoed through the empty house.
Through the door, I heard Veronica’s footsteps stop outside my room, followed by a sigh that sounded almost amused, and then a gentle tap on the wood.
"Can I come in, or are you planning to sulk all day?" Veronica's voice was teasing but held a note of genuine concern.
"Why do you even care?" I shot back, my voice sharper than intended.
"Because your parents didn't just ask me to watch over you; they asked me to help you understand why they had to leave," she replied, her tone softening.
I sat on my bed, arms crossed, staring at the wall.
The sound of the door opening and closing followed, but I didn't turn to look.
Veronica's footsteps were light as she padded across the room.
She stopped in front of my desk, and I could sense her looking at me.
I heard her sit on the edge of my desk, her legs crossing with a soft thump.
The afternoon sun streaming through my window highlighted her blue hair as she studied me.
"Your parents worry about you," she said softly.
I turned away from her, but she continued speaking.
"They want you to be happy, but they know that you're not. They think that I can help you figure out why."
She got up from my desk and moved to sit beside me on the bed.
The mattress dipped under her weight, and her perfume wafted over to me, sweet and heavy.