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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
"Will you be OK, sweetie?" my mom asked.
I nodded, watching as she and my dad packed up the last of their things.
They were going on vacation, just the two of them, and they had hired their friend Veronica to house sit.
"You know where everything is, and Veronica will be here in 10 minutes. Just call us if you need us."
"I’ll be fine, Mom," I said, feeling a little impatient.
I didn’t want them to go, but I also didn’t want them to treat me like a baby.
I was 19 years old; I could look after myself.
My dad came over and gave me a hug.
"Take care of yourself, kiddo," he said.
"I will."
Then my mom came over and gave me a hug, too.
"We’re going to have amazing time. See you in a week."
They went out the front door and I watched as they put their bags in the trunk of their car.
Veronica was already there, waiting for them.
I waved at her and then went back inside the house, locking the front door behind me.
I felt a little strange about my parents leaving me with someone I didn’t know very well.
I went upstairs to my bedroom, the sound of my footsteps echoing through the empty house.
I looked out the window and saw Veronica chatting with my parents by their car.
She was laughing and waving her arms around, making them laugh.
My dad closed the trunk of their car and they all said their goodbyes.
The sound of the car engine roaring to life made me look back down at the driveway.
My mom and dad got in their car, and Veronica stood in the middle of the driveway, waving at them as they drove away.
When they were gone, she turned and walked up to the front door.
I closed my curtains and sat down on my bed, pulling out my laptop.
I could hear the house creaking around me, but it was a strange sound since I wasn’t used to being alone here.
I heard the front door open, and then the thud of Veronica’s suitcase being dragged across the hardwood floor downstairs.
I closed my laptop, suddenly aware that the house felt different with her inside.
I sat at my desk, pretending to study as I listened to Veronica moving around downstairs.
Her footsteps echoed through the house, and I could hear her humming to herself as she unpacked.
She went into the kitchen and opened cabinets, the sound of dishes clinking together making me feel restless.
The water ran in the sink, and then there was silence.
I got up from my desk and peeked out my bedroom door.
The hallway was empty, and Veronica’s bedroom door was closed.
A sliver of light showed underneath it.
I went back into my room and pulled my backpack out from under my bed.
It was already packed with everything I needed for the next few days.
I put it on quietly, listening for any sign of Veronica moving around downstairs.
When there was nothing, I slowly opened my bedroom door and looked out into the hallway again. The house was quiet, so I tiptoed out of my room and down the hallway to the stairs.
The carpet muffled my footsteps as I made my way down to the first floor.
I stopped at each creak of the stairs, listening for any sign that Veronica had heard me.
When I got to the bottom, I looked around nervously.
The living room was empty, and the kitchen was dark except for a small light over the stove.
I walked over to the back door and slowly turned the handle.
It moved slowly, the metal squeaking a little.
I winced and stopped moving the handle.
The back door creaked, but it opened easily with just a little pressure.
I held my breath as I eased it closed behind me.
My shoes sank a little into the damp grass as I took careful steps away from the house.
A light flickered on upstairs - Veronica’s bedroom.
I froze in place, my heart pounding.
The curtains were still drawn, but I could see her silhouette moving behind them.
I counted to 10 and then continued my slow retreat across the lawn, staying close to the hedges where the shadows were deepest.
I gripped the cold metal latch of the garden gate, my fingers trembling.
The hinges let out a faint squeak when I lifted it, and I froze in place, waiting for any sign that Veronica had heard me.
The night air felt heavy around me as I stood there, watching her window.
Her shadow moved behind the curtains, and then paused.
I ducked lower behind the hedges, holding my breath.
My sneakers squished in the wet grass as I shifted my weight from one foot to the other.
After what felt like an eternity, her shadow disappeared from view.
I turned to leave, but her voice stopped me cold.
"Running away again, are we?" she called softly from the window.
I swallowed hard, knowing I couldn't hide anymore.
