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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.
They left me in the care of their friend, Veronica.
I'm not allowed to leave the house without her permission.
I'm not really sure who she is, but my mom said I would remember her when I see her.
The only thing I can remember is her blue hair.
I just met her when they were saying their goodbyes.
"Thanks again, Veronica," my mom thanked her and gave her a hug.
"It's my pleasure, darling," she replied and smiled at them.
"We're going to have so much fun, aren't we, Christine?"
She seduced me with her voice.
I was sure it was going to give me a palpitation.
My mom rolled her eyes and smiled at me before she kissed my forehead and hugged Veronica once again.
My dad also hugged her and kissed me on my forehead.
"I'll miss you guys," I said in a sad tone.
I am still a baby in some ways.
"I won't be able to reach you for a few days; I'm going to be out of range. However, Veronica knows my contact information. She will be able to get in touch with me if anything happens, okay?"
My dad explained to me.
I nodded my head.
I was going to miss them.
"Okay, I'll see you guys when you get back."
I said, and they left.
Veronica turned to me with a smile on her face.
"I'm going to put my stuff in the bedroom. I'll be back in a few minutes," she said and walked into the bedroom.
She closed the door behind her, and I heard her putting her stuff away.
After a few minutes, she came out of the bedroom and sat on the couch next to me.
She pulled her suitcase onto her lap and started unpacking it.
I watched as she took out some clothes and put them in the closet.
She caught me looking at her hair, so she smirked at me.
"When did you first dye your hair blue?"
I asked her before I could stop myself.
She chuckled and sat next to me on the couch, closer than necessary.
She ran her fingers through her hair, and I saw that it was freshly dyed because it stained her fingers. "The first time was when I was sixteen. My parents didn't like it, but I wanted to do something wild. So, I went blue," she replied with a smile on her face.
Her hand brushed my knee as she leaned closer to me.
"Have you ever thought about doing something wild with your boring brown curls?"
I moved away from her a little bit, but she followed my movement.
"Never," I replied quickly.
"Well, that's too bad," she said, standing up from the couch.
"I'm going to change into my swimsuit. Maybe later we can go for a swim."
I watched her disappear into the hallway, feeling a strange mix of curiosity and unease.
I waited until she closed the bathroom door.
I heard her humming in the shower.
I crept down the hallway to the guest room where her suitcase was.
The water was still running, and I could hear her singing in the shower.
I slipped into the room, and my eyes fell onto her suitcase on the bed.
I walked over to it and opened it up.
The top layer was all silk blouses and lace undergarments.
My hands were shaking as I moved them out of the way.
Underneath, there was a small leather-bound notebook and some envelopes.
They were all addressed to my dad's name, but they didn't have any stamps or addresses on them.
They were sealed shut, but one of them had come open, and a photo slipped out.
It was a picture of Veronica and my dad at what looked like a beach party.
They were standing closer to each other than family friends should be standing. I heard the bathroom door creak open, so I shoved everything back into her suitcase.
The photo slipped under my palm because of how sweaty my hands were.
I tried to grab it back, but I couldn't get it before she walked into the room.
"What are you doing?"
I stumbled backward from the suitcase, the photo still stuck to my sweaty palm.
She stood in the doorway, wrapped in a towel, water dripping from her blue hair.
"I thought I heard something fall," I lied, gesturing vaguely at the ceiling.
She stepped closer to me, her eyes fixed on the photo in my hand.
I tried to slip it behind my back, but she was faster.
She snatched it away from me, and her fingers dug into my wrist as she examined the beach photo.
"Snooping through my things?" she asked in a dangerous voice.
I tried to pull away from her grip, but she held me tight.
"Why do you have a picture of my dad?" I demanded, my voice trembling with both fear and anger.
Veronica's expression softened for a moment, and she let out a sigh.
"There's a lot you don't know about your father, Christine," she said quietly, releasing my wrist.
I rubbed my sore wrist, and she sat down on the bed, still in her towel.
She patted the space next to her, but I didn't move.
"Your father and I..."
She paused and pulled out the leather notebook.
My stomach turned with a sense of foreboding as she flipped through its pages.
It was filled with handwritten letters, all addressed to my dad's name.
"We were going to run away together," she said, her voice filled with a mix of longing and sadness.
She opened the notebook to a random page, reading snippets aloud.
"Meet me at the lake tonight... I can't stop thinking about you... We can be free once Christine graduates..."
I backed away from her, shaking my head in denial, but Veronica followed me, holding out the notebook like evidence in a trial.
"It's all here, Christine. The proof of our love."
She reached for me again, and this time I slapped her hand away.
I turned and bolted from the room, leaving her with nothing but the truth and my retreating footsteps.
I sprinted down the hallway, my bare feet slapping against the hardwood floors.
Veronica called after me, her voice echoing off the walls.
I slammed my bedroom door shut and twisted the lock, trapping myself inside.
I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and scrolled through my contacts until I found Mom's number.
The screen blurred as tears welled up in my eyes.
A soft knock on the door made me jump.
"Christine, please," Veronica said, her voice gentle now.
"Let me explain everything."
I turned off my phone and sat in silence, knowing some secrets were better left untold.
I sat on my bed, staring at the locked door.
My phone was dark in my lap, and the knocking had finally stopped.
The house was silent except for Veronica's retreating footsteps down the hall.
My hands still shook as I replayed the evidence in my mind—the beach photo, the love letters, their plans to abandon my family.
The betrayal burned in my chest, but as the tears dried, anger took their place.
I deserved answers, real ones, not just Veronica's twisted version of the truth.
I rose from the bed and walked to the door, pausing with my hand hovering over the lock.