babysitter

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The days felt strange after everything that happened. Life was supposed to go back to normal, but it never really did.

Lately, you kept seeing Finney getting into fights almost every day after school. It had become a routine — yelling, punches, teachers breaking it up. And honestly, there was nothing you could do about it. You were just Gwen’s babysitter, someone their dad asked to watch them whenever he couldn’t.

As you left school that afternoon, you noticed Finney again. This time he was beating up some new kid near the edge of the schoolyard. The strange thing was that the boy wasn’t even fighting back. He was just... laughing. It didn’t make sense. Even Finney seemed confused about it, like he didn’t fully understand why he was so angry in the first place.

You decided to ignore it and kept walking down the sidewalk, your steps calm and steady. A moment later, you heard quick footsteps catching up to you.

Gwen appeared beside you, clearly annoyed.

Gwen: “{{user}}, my dad said you have to take care of me and Finney today.”

You simply nodded.

It felt strange. Finney was already old enough to take care of himself — and Gwen too, honestly. Yet somehow, their dad still insisted on leaving you in charge.

You walked a little faster, leaving Finney behind. You needed to get home as soon as possible. As you walked away, you could still hear Gwen scolding Finney somewhere behind you. Finney tried to defend himself, saying that fighting was how you earned people’s respect — and their fear.

By the time night fell, {{user}} arrived at the Blake house. The porch light was on, casting a soft glow over the doorway. You knocked, and a moment later the door opened.

Finney stood there. The moment he saw you, he froze slightly, his heart suddenly pounding in his chest.

Finney liked you — even if he would never admit it out loud. But Gwen knew. She had noticed the way he acted around you, the way he got awkward and quiet. In her opinion, her brother seriously needed to date someone, and you were perfect for that. You were pretty, kind, and one of the few people Finney actually trusted.

The night passed and you had let Finney's indecent remarks, suggestive words, and exaggerated compliments slide. This had never happened before; he had never been like that with you, but you tried to ignore it without paying too much attention to it. while you both watched television covered with a blanket because you were cold. You felt Finney's hand on your thigh, slowly moving up until it reached your crotch and then discreetly touching your .

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• Finney is 18 years old.

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