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Like Mother like Daughter - Part 1
🕑 Added 2021-06-18 01:00:02 +0000 UTCDaphne probably should have assumed that the tall lady’s daughter would be just as tough as she was. Daphne had been hired to babysit that evening for one of the more difficult charges in the neighborhood. She’d heard a few horror stories about the girl, but the amount the woman offered her to babysit was an insane amount because she was being informed of it last minute. The woman chose to leave out the part where the four other babysitter’s she’d asked had all refused the job, not wanting to babysit her daughter again.
A little embarrassed that as a 19 year old she had nothing better to do on a Friday night, Daphne acted a little wishy-washy on whether or not she wanted to do it, until the woman offered her another little pay boost which she swiftly accepted. This night of babysitting would pay better by far than any job she’d had before. Daphne threw on her jeans and comfy white sweater and packed up a quick overnight bag and headed to the house.
When she got there she was quickly formally introduced to the single Mother and her annoyed daughter who clearly was sick and tired of having babysitters. The Mother was a tall very matronly woman with an angry looking face and several tattoos. The daughter wasn’t nearly as big as her Mother, but she had a different yet equally sinister air about her. An almost calculating way she was watching Daphne; as if she was waiting for the girl to make a mistake before her job had even begun. The Mother gave Daphne a quick rundown of all the rules of the household. Daphne wanted to ask some questions but the woman said,
“Don’t interrupt me.” The way she said it shut Daphne right up. The woman continued. When she was done, the tall lady looked the short Daphne in the eye and said spoke again, “I expect all of these to be followed carefully. If they aren’t I will not be paying you. Do I make myself clear?” A big part of Daphne wanted to argue, and tell her that not being paid seemed like a very harsh threat for what could be a strange circumstance’ but instead, intimidated, she just found herself nodding in response. “Good. Okay, I’m off.” The woman said before she grabbed her coat and bags and left, telling the both of them that she would be back in the morning.
When the Mother was gone, Daphne turned to the girl to ask if she wanted to do anything or wanted any food but the irritated young lady was already walking away from her down the hall.
“Hey! Everything okay sweetie?” Daphne called after the younger girl.
“I’m fine. But I don’t need a babysitter... and don’t call me sweetie!” With that, the girl firmly shut her bedroom door; leaving her sitter standing there awkwardly alone with the house cat. The girl didn’t appear to be all that old, but she kinda sounded like it. She must have gotten it from her intimidating and independent Mother.
Daphne read over the Mother’s list and did a couple of the chores that were typical of a babysitter; cooking dinner and making sure the kid didn’t stay up too late to just name a few. It seemed like the girl just wanted to be left alone, which made Daphne’s job that much easier. For most of the afternoon Daphne laid around in their big comfy leather chairs and read her book, checked her phone, or just people watched outside the window. At one point, when it was starting to become dark she brought the girl dinner, but when she knocked on her door she just opened it up, took the plate, and shut the door again. Daphne shrugged and walked away.
Sometimes when a babysitting charge was being bratty or moody like this Daphne would sometimes try to do something or help in some way; but this girl really seemed like she just had better things to do that cater to a babysitter. (Especially one she didn’t think she needed.) Later in the evening though it was finally 9:30pm which Daphne’s list showed marked as ‘Bedtime’. She began reading through the list and found mostly the typical stuff. Brush teeth, wash face, prepare for school the next day... but the last thing on the list caught her by surprise.
“Put on protection?” Daphne read aloud. In parenthesis the list said, ‘Spares under bathroom sink.’ Daphne was surprised at this, as her mind started to think of the obvious of what “protection” could mean. She definitely dealt with kids who have had problems with that, but none as old as this girl seemed to be. Maybe the Mother was just referring to double check the girl wasn’t on her period or something?
To put her questions to rest, Daphne walked to the bathroom and checked under the sink... and there they were. The first things she saw. Not tampons or pads at all, but diapers. Not even really pull-ups, but padded white diapers. She reached under and grabbed one. She was shocked that someone as old as her charge would need to wear one of these, but if she didn’t the Mother had warned her she wouldn’t be getting paid. Who knows what other consequences the lady might have in mind..?
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This story was written by Zander Chesney
You can find more of his content here :
https://zanderchesneyoriginals.tumblr.com/
Comments
Baby325
Awesome
Maybe the girl being taken care of is actually the mother, and the one going out is the daughter? She was treated as a daughter by her daughter, who hired a nanny to control her?
Guilend
I bet the mother needs protection at night too
