She wont change – Chapter One – The Babysitter.
“Sara! Mrs. Harling called, she’s on the phone for you.”
Sara was lying on her bed texting her boyfriend Eric when she heard her mom calling for her. Her short, petite body was resting comfortably while her deep blue eyes stared intently at the words on the smartphone. Her long, brunette hair was strewn down over her narrow shoulders and reached her perky breasts, which had finally blossomed after years of remaining quite flat. While the boys seemed all too pleased with this development, her parents were worried that it was affecting her schoolwork. Now 18 and a senior in high school, she was barely passing through her courses with C’s on her report cards, replacing the once-proud A’s. Ever since her breasts had come in, she leaned on several boyfriends for support and lost motivation in her schoolwork. She had also started to lose interest in her job as a babysitter, and now only did it every once in a while. After all, a girl with a boyfriend doesn’t need money.
As it turned out, the woman on the phone, Mrs. Harling, was calling to ask Sara to babysit. Sara dragged herself out of her bed and trudged down the stairs to take the phone from her mother’s waiting hand. “Hello?” She said.
“Hi Sara, this is Mrs. Harling. I need to run a few errands today and I was hoping you could look after my son Matt for a few hours.”
Sara did not feel like interrupting her Sunday with babysitting a stupid little kid. And besides, Mrs. Harling was weird. Like, really weird. She always seemed to have some kind of book with her, written in some foreign language, and she wore some kind of strange black gown most of the time. The fact that she could even find someone to have a kid with was nothing short of shocking. Of course, her husband had died years ago due to unknown causes. A lot of people think that Mrs. Harling had something to do with his death since they had been fighting a lot, but there was no evidence linking her to his death. It looked as if he had simply stopped breathing.
“Oh, um…” Sara began. She tried to think of an excuse to get herself out of babysitting. “Sorry, I’m buried in homework today.”
“Are you sure?” replied Mrs. Harling. “You could bring your homework here and do it, if you want. Tell you what, I’ll pay you $100 to watch Matt for the next 5 hours.”
Wow, Sara thought, talk about desperate. That’s $20 an hour! “Well, I guess so,” she finally resigned.
“Oh good! Be at my house at about 3:00. You know where it is, right?”
You mean the big, dark house perched on a hill looming over the rest of the neighborhood? Sara thought sarcastically. “Yes, I know where it is.”
“Alrighty then, I’ll see you at 3!”
Sara arrived at the giant, dark house an hour later, at 3:00. She pulled up the cracked, neglected driveway and parked in front of the garage, which hadn’t been opened in years. Just as she was about to knock on the door, it opened to Mrs. Harling’s never-aging face. Although she was probably in her thirties, not a single wrinkle could be seen anywhere. It was eerie, as though she had the fountain of youth in her backyard. Although she was about the same size and build as Sara, her bright green, piercing eyes made her seem to tower over anyone she looked at. As always she presented herself in her black, flowing gown that she loved to wear. “Ah, so good to see you!” she said. “Please come in!”
As they walked through the halls, Sara heard Mrs. Harling’s voice somewhere in the distance. She was more focused on the rows upon rows of books lining the seemingly endless supply of bookshelves. She could see distinctly the title of each book, although she couldn’t read whatever strange language they were written in. Not a single book had a speck of dust on it, and every one seemed to be new and unopened, as the bindings were still in-tact and the covers looked quite glossy. As they ascended a staircase, still more books lines the walls even along the stairs.
“…so just make sure you take care of that while I’m gone, ok?”
Sara stared dumbly at Mrs. Harling for a moment, then responded, “Oh yeah, sure.” She then dared to ask, “So what’s with all the books? Are you like, a collector or something?”
Mrs. Harling gave her a devious glance, and her eyes seemed to twinkle as she responded, “Of sorts. But these books are a bit more than a hobby, darling.” And she left it at that.
They approached a door sticking out between two bookshelves. “He’s right through this door playing with his toys,” Mrs. Harling said. Inside was a child’s room, filled with baby toys, and in the middle of it a small, 18-month-old baby boy suckling on a bottle of milk. Oh shoot, Sara thought. I didn’t think he’d be this young! Wait, how long has it been since her husband died?
“Gee Mrs. Harling, I thought he’d be a bit older tha-“
“Ok, well I have to get going. You two have fun together!” And with that, Mrs. Harling left.
Sara walked into the room and smelled something foul. Oh gosh, not that. Anything but that, she thought. She decided she would wait until later to change him though; after all, he would probably go again soon anyway. She spotted the couch in the room and went to lie down on it. She whipped out her cell phone and started texting her boyfriend again. Matt played around with the toys for a while, but eventually started crying. Sara, however, ignored it. The crying eventually subsided, although frequent whimpers emanated from across the room.
An hour passed, then two. Sara was getting bored and Eric was starting to act like a dick, so she decided to take a nap. I’ll change the kid when I wake up, she thought.
At 8:10, Mrs. Harling reentered the house without much of a commotion. She walked upstairs and immediately noticed the pungent odor coming from Matt’s room. She opened the door to find her babysitter asleep on the couch and Matt in an overused diaper, whimpering in the middle of the floor whilst trying desperately to suck more milk from inside his dry bottle. For a moment, the mother could only stare in shock and outrage at the scene before her. She wanted to strangle that little priss; how could she do that to her sweet baby?! She started for the couch and was just about to begin screaming at the sleeping girl, until she stopped herself. No, I’ve got a better idea, she thought. She turned and left the room, making her way down the hall until she came to a particular bookshelf, and pulled a bright pink book from its place. She entered the room once more, stood in front of the out-cold Sara, opened the book, and began chanting: “Akamaris solaro dhejiho…tomaris palera dhejiho…sintaris wontaro dhejiho……”
The End of She wont change – Chapter One.
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