I'm Mitchinator and this was my first of two contests stories. If this is the first you are seeing this, then the second story will already be up on my profile. I did this because I showed one of my teachers my fanfiction, which you can find by searching my username on , and she thought I should enter some competitions to see if I would win. Unfortunately it didn't win but I wanted to upload them to Fictionpress anyway to see what a normal reader would think of it. So let me know what you think by leaving a review and follow and favourite if you enjoyed it. if so, I might even make a sequel.
The Babysitting Incident
"NO!" That was all I could hear my auntie and uncle's 6 year old son, Eddie, say constantly, as he lay on the floor, flailing his arms in an angry manner. He had been doing this for about an hour now over not getting what he wanted; and I was starting to get really tired of it.
It was always the same; every time I came over to babysit while his mum and dad went out to who knows where, Eddie would ask me for something, such as ice cream, I would say no, he'd start bawling in a temper tantrum and he would do that for literal hours until I gave in.
I had tried to teach him to not be a selfish brat for the last year I had been babysitting him but it seemed like he knew how to push my buttons until I crack. And then, once I say yes, he goes back to his happy, chipper self, like he hadn't just been crying for the last hour!
So, that day, I had been sitting at my laptop, doing some university work, when Eddie had come in.
"Molly? Can I have some chocolate, pleeeeeeeeeease?" He said in the cutest voice he could muster.
"No Eddie. Sorry, not until after dinner." I replied sympathetically.
"No!" I knew what was coming. Eddie started to scream and shout, stomping his feet on the ground in fury.
"Eddie, come on now. You don't need to do this." I tried in vain to stop him to no avail. He continued to flail around like a spinning top.
For the next hour I tried to stop his tantrum. I tried to give him one of his favourite toys as a consolation, but he knocked out it of my hands and it slammed into a wall, breaking it. I also tried to outright threaten him, telling him that he would go to bed early, without dinner, if he didn't stop crying. This just made him cry even more.
I had even tried to ignore him, but he seemed to notice it and started screaming even louder than what seemed possible. He sounded like a banshee. After an hour of this torture, I had just had about enough of it.
"EDDIE! ENOUGH! GO TO YOUR ROOM NOW!" I shouted at him. This made him stop crying and gave me a look of shock.
I gave him a menacing look and he gave me a very, very scared look back, then he ran off to his room. I sighed heavily as I got back to my work.
Fifteen minutes after the incident, I started to feel bad for what I did. I had never shouted at him like that before. I usually just give in to his demands. I got up from my chair with a creak and headed towards Eddie's room.
"Eddie, are you alright in there?" I asked through the door as I knocked. After getting no reply, I decided to open the door a crack to see if he was alright.
Eddie was on his bed, head in his pillow, sounding like he was crying his eyes out.
"Oh Eddie, I'm so sorry I shouted at you." I said.
"No you're not. Everyone's the same. You're just like them!" He said, looking up at me with puffy eyes.
"What do you mean? Like who?"
"It doesn't matter. Nothing matters."
"Don't say that. What I did was irresponsible, I shouldn't have done that. I should've thought about the problem and tried to fix it calmly. At least I owned up to my actions and knew that it was wrong."
"Yeah, you should always own up to your actions, whether they are good or bad. You're just lying to yourself if you don't and you'll start to feel guilty. You may not like the result, but it's the best option."
"I'll try to remember that." He said, giving me a small smile.
"So, do you accept my apology?"
"Yeah, I do."
"Thank you" I said, giving him a hug. "Now, let's get something to eat."
"Yeah!" He said as we walked into the kitchen side by side.
After we ate our food, we played board games together, Eddie beating me at everything. Eddie's parents got home a little while later and thanked me for looking after him. I said goodbye and left.
"I hope Eddie takes my words to heart." I said as I walked home with a smile on my face.
I had almost gotten home when I had just remembered that I had accidentally left my coat back at my auntie and uncle's house. So I turned around and headed back.
When I got there, I was just about to knock on the door when I heard someone shout "EDDIE!" The voice sounded feminine, must be my auntie, Bethany. I knew I shouldn't have but I snuck round the back and looked in through the kitchen window to see what the fuss was about.
"Yes mum." Eddie said as he walked into the kitchen.
"What is this?" Beth asked, holding up the toy he had broken earlier. I winced audibly as I looked at it; I had put it in the kitchen bin.
"It's… I-It's one of my toys." He stuttered.
"And why is it broken in the kitchen bin?" She questioned.
"Umm… well, I-I…" Eddie stuttered again, finding it hard to get the words out.
"Well? Spit it out!" She said agitatedly, she didn't sound like herself at all.
"Remember what Molly said." I heard him say under his breath, which made me smile knowing that he remembered. "I broke it."
"How?" she asked.
"I got into a temper tantrum when Molly was here and she tried to calm me down by giving me one of my toys, but I hit it out of her hands and it smashed against the wall." He explained.
"Oh really? Well, Looks like you need to be punished." She said.
"No, no please. No, NO!" He said desperately as he was pulled away by his hand, down the hall and into a door that I was told never to open. I noticed that my uncle, Grant, was just sitting at the dining table reading the newspaper. He looked like he didn't take any notice of the argument at all.
"Maybe I should come back tomorrow." I said to myself as I snuck back to the path and started to walk away from the house.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I spun around quickly as I heard a very loud scream coming from the house, sounding like a child's. At that, I ran as fast as I could away from the house, not looking back.
I managed to run all the way back to my house before I stopped. I unlocked the door and speed walked into my bedroom. I closed the door and just sat on the edge of my bed with my head in my hands.
"What did I just hear?" I said to myself as I contemplated what I just witnessed.
I spent the next ten minutes with my head in my hands, until I decided I should go to bed, heading into the bathroom to wash up.
I came out five minutes later and entered my bedroom again and got into my bed wear, then got into bed and tried to get to sleep.
That night, I was assaulted by dreams of what could've happened to Eddie. Images of him being beaten and screaming out in pain by a dark silhouette, as I could only stand and watch as this happened. I couldn't move, even though I wanted to so badly run over to him and stop his assaulter.
"STOP, PLEASE!" I shouted to the shadow but it was like I wasn't there at all. It continued to hit Eddie as I tried in vain to get to them.
"PLEASE NO, NOOOO!" I shouted as I woke up in a cold sweat. As my heart pound in my chest, I just lay there trying to calm myself down.
After what felt like an hour, but was only 5 minutes, I looked over to my alarm clock. 5:43AM.
"Ughhhh, I'm never going to be able to get back to sleep now. I might as well get up." I said to myself as I removed the duvet from my sticky body, swung my legs over the edge of the bed, got up and left the room.
I went into the kitchen, made myself a coffee, sat down on the sofa and switched the TV on to see if there was anything on at this time of night.
I had been watching TV for half an hour now and I was starting to relax again and get really tired, so tired in fact that I started to doze off. My body slipped on its side on the sofa as I fell asleep.
I groggily woke up a while later, and I had slept quite well all things considered. I looked at the clock with sleep-filled eyes. 10:02AM.
"Better make some breakfast and get washed up." I said as I turned off the TV, got up from my sofa, rubbing my eyes, and headed towards the kitchen.
While I had my breakfast, which consisted of a fry-up with bacon, eggs, beans, sausages, ECT, washed myself up in the bathroom and get dressed, all I could think about was what happened last night, how I could've ran into the house and stopped whatever was going on.
"I need to take a walk." I said as I grabbed a jacket and a pair of trainers, grabbed my keys from off the dining table, and walked out the door, locking it behind me.
It was raining and gloomy outside, like I was, as I walked down the path, heading towards my auntie and uncle's house seeing as that was the only way I could go. I lived in a dead end street and there was only one way to get out.
I couldn't help but think about how Bethany had acted last night as the rain trickled down my face. I had never seen her so angry in my life. Yeah, she got angry at times but never that angry. This wasn't like her at all. And that scream, that will haunt me for the rest of my life, even after this is all resolved.
I was planning to just walk past and continue on my way; I just wanted to clear my head of what happened, but, as I walk towards the house, I noticed that their family car wasn't parked by the house. It were nowhere to be seen.
This is my chance to find out what's going on. I thought as I rush towards the house, making sure no one spotted me as I grabbed the spare key from under the plant pot outside, they trusted me well enough to know where the spare key was just in case something were to happen, and unlocked the door.
As I entered the house, I noticed that it was surprisingly and creepily dark, I was going to turn on the light but I didn't what to draw any unwanted attention. I crept through the house, listening for any sign of Eddie.
As I drew closer to the door Bethany dragged Eddie into last night, I could hear a slight groaning noise coming from said door. I edged cautiously towards the door, wondering what could be behind that door that Bethany and Grant wouldn't want me to see and what Eddie would be so scared of. I shakily put my hand on the knob and turned it.
I could smell a strong metallic-like odor as I entered. I was in a small room with no windows and was completely bare of any furniture. The walls were chalk grey with no paint or wallpaper, except for the splotches of red all over the bottom of each wall.
"No, no, no, no." I said to myself as I kneeled down next to the red stained walls, wiping my middle and index fingers across the walls. I looked at my fingers to find some of the red lingering on my fingers; it was still fresh. I gave it a quick smell to find, low and behold, that it was the source of the smell. It was blood.
Not only that, but I looked to my right to see whips and belts hung up on hooks with blood all other them. I looked to my left and what I saw next struck me with horror. In the corner, I saw Eddie, lying on his side, curled up into a ball, groaning in pain, with blood slightly leaking out of his stomach into a pool on the floor.
"OH MY GOD, EDDIE!" I shouted as I dashed towards him, making sure he hadn't lost too much blood.
His shirt had been taken off, exposing his chest and the gash across his gut. I could see the shirt he had been wearing last night on the floor in the opposite corner, sliced along the middle in the exact same shape of cut on his abdomen, and was soaked with blood.
He had lacerations all along his back, with multiple scars from previous experiences in this accursed room, along with past cuts along his chest and arms. Now I know why he never wanted to take his clothes off in front of me.
He looked like he had been there since last night, slowly losing blood, from the way he looked, with the blood dripping from him and the scars from other incidents, I was surprised he wasn't dead yet.
"M-Mo… oll-y?" Eddie weakly whispered, slowly craning his head up to me with puffy eyes.
"Don't worry Eddie; I'm going to get you out of here." I said to him as I carefully turned him over and slipped my hands under his back, hearing him wince lightly at the action, picking him up in my arms and stepping out of the torture room.
I covered the wound with my hand to try and stop the bleeding as much as possible as I headed towards the exit. Unfortunately as I went to grab the door knob to the front door, I heard a jungle on the other side as a key was put in the keyhole.
"Why isn't the key working?" I could hear Grant on the other side of the door. They were back.
I needed to find a place to hide and quick. I noticed a door that led to a wardrobe that I remembered as I rushed back into the living room. I moved over to it, making sure not to hurt Eddie as I entered and crouched down.
"Why was it unlocked? I swear I locked it." Grant said as they entered, sopping wet.
"We should look around and see if anyone had broken in." Bethany said as they moved towards the living room.
I held my breath as I saw them walk past the wardrobe, but that made me tense and hold Eddie's wound a little too hard, making him groan in pain. I hopped that they hadn't heard that. Grant hadn't but Bethany had. I saw her shift towards the door and wiggle the knob.
"Beth! Get in here!" I heard Grant say from the room of suffering, making Bethany stop and move towards the room.
"No, they're going to notice that Eddie isn't there. I need to get out of here." I whispered to myself as Bethany went into the room. As the coast cleared, I slipped out of the wardrobe and sped towards the door.
I could hear Bethany say "How could Eddie get out? I left him in a condition where he wouldn't be able to move." as I left the house of secret horrors. That was all of the proof I needed.
"A-are… Are w-we… S-Safe?" I heard Eddie say as I walked down the street.
"Yes, we are. I'm going to take you to a hospital." I said reassuringly. It was still raining out but it had started to thunder and lightning. This couldn't get any more dramatic.
"MOLLY!" I turned as I heard someone shout behind me. It sounded like Bethany, she must have figured out that I'm the only one who knows about the spare key, and she didn't sound too happy. Clearly I was wrong about the dramatics. At that, I ran as fast as I could away from the house for a second time in two days.
"M… Mo-lly…" Eddie said weakly as I stopped running after I thought I had gotten far enough away from the house. I looked down to see that Eddie had his eyes closed; my hands were covered in his blood. I check his pulse to find I couldn't feel it.
"Eddie? Eddie!? No, no, no. Please, stay with me." I said, trying everything in my power to keep him alive. Nothing was working. Everything was going wrong and I was powerless to do anything.
"Please, please, please. Eddie, wake up. Please Eddie. EDDIE!"