Babysitter Blues Novels & Stories

"He's just a kid." "He's a monster," she hisses through the phone. "A future psychopath. When I took the kitten away from him, he said he'd...I can't repeat the words he said, sir, because I'm a Christian lady and I don't..." "Can you stay one more hour?" I beg. I sound pathetic, begging this geriatric babysitter to give me a bit more time, but I'm running out of options. I can't just leave work anymore--I'm just an employee, not the boss, and with Evelyn gone so much of the time and my law firm closed, I need every dollar I can earn. "Please. I need to see if I can get his mother to..."

I don't want a babysitter, he can't just leave me. "Shush, it's okay, it's okay, I'll be back soon, you can sit down and play, watch tv until I'm back, Hayden would keep you company too," he says again trying to calm me down, but I kept crying until the girl who's supposed to be my babysitter came in, she assured daddy that she can take care of me, but I kept crying. I cried when he placed me down in my playpen when he gave me all the toys kissed my head one last time and left, he left me alone here. "Hey, little girl, I'm Amanda we're gonna have lot's of fun today," she assures me but I keep on crying not wanting to stay with her.

I walked away, defeated. I asked a couple of traders, but none of them had seen her. My hope had gotten thinner. I found a lot of flyers on the wooden post; pictures of wanted people from stealing, murders, rapist, and lost and found children. I pulled one black and white flyer with a picture of a woman that looked very familiar. My pulse raced as I took a closer look at the picture. WANTED ALIVE Name: Blue Iris Clayton Age: 24 years old Hair color: Natural blonde

Of readiness. The Free Babysitter was clocking out. Forever

"What's wrong with you?" "Y-You're a stealth." I was shocked by what this babysitter said. "Miss, you calm down! We won't eat you. We already consider you as family. I ask you to calm down!" Agatha tried to calm the babysitter. "But can I get out of there? I'm scared!" The babysitter still looked scared. I don't know what she saw earlier. "It's okay, I won't do anything to you, Miss. Trust me!"

She explained. "Ok let me grab the kids." Rider replied. "No. Let them play. Besides I won't be able to rest hearing them run all over the house." Ash replied. "I'll call the babysitter and she can watch them outside at home." Rider replied. Ash nodded. She knew she wouldn't win this argument. This babysitter they found was awesome. She loved kids and she had no stars in her eyes for Rider. She was sweet but focused on college and her career path. As soon as they got home Ash ran to their bathroom and threw up. She felt totally better afterwards. But she still laid down for a nap.

The whole space is dyed red with love and evil. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Cluck, cluck..." Babysitter Rose was sitting regretfully because she had sold two talented children that had reduced her later life when she heard a knock on the door. The children in the room felt strange, wondering who would come at this hour. "Safes."

"Sure, ma'am. Although the baby is a boy." As I touched the baby's soft skin, I felt my heart sinking and more tears threatened to fall down my cheeks. I forced a smile because the baby kept his gaze on me as if relating to my pain. "You're handsome," I said to him. He smiled like he understood what I was saying. "Baby Jay is one mischievous boy." His babysitter said, sitting on the edge of my bed. He let out a piercing cry that interrupted her. I glanced at him, nervous. His fingers were curled around his hair and he was pulling on it.

He cuts off his scream immediately and blinks up at me, his little mouth hanging open in surprise. When my scream cuts out, he grins, giggling, and his bad mood is all but forgotten. Of course, several maids come sprinting in our direction because it did, in fact, sound like we were being murdered, but I’m the baby of the family. My direct family, at least. I have no idea what to do with him. I never babysat any of Misty’s or Sarah’s kids–that was always Brie’s job, her pleasure, actually. I was often the one who needed babysitting, even in my teens.