Psycho Sitter: Mystery/Thriller

by Alexandria Ayers

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  Psycho Sitter

  By: Alexandra Ayers

  ISBN: 978-1-68030-126-7

  ©Alexandra Ayers2015

  This book is dedicated to Lauren Ashley & Hafsa, fellow friends and writers on Wattpad, who share the same love of writing fiction, as I do. Thank you both for your inspiration and willingness to help me on my journey.

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  Prologue

  I started tapping my fingertips on the steering wheel as I waited outside her house. Her parents should be leaving soon, so it wouldn’t be too long now. I tried to focus on planning what I was going to do, but all that seemed to fill my mind was how stupid the young girl’s parents are. Hiring a sitter online isn’t always dangerous, but if you’re ignorant enough not to check the reviews on the website, and at least ask for background checks, then you’re asking for trouble.

  As far as her mother and father knew, they were waiting for Susan Kelly, a forty-six-year-old woman and a loving and caring mother of four, with a degree in nursing and only three speeding tickets on her record. But little did they know that a storm had headed their way. Of course, that storm was devilishly handsome and is known as me. Who else would it be?

  “How much longer do you think it’ll be before they leave?” Lane asked, resting his head on the steering wheel. His car was parked only a few feet away from mine.

  “Shouldn’t be too much longer,” I replied, glancing over at the house. We had to park behind a bundle of trees on the other side of a small field that’s between us and the house. I swear, these people live in the middle of nowhere. If anything were to happen, they would be screwed — plain and simple. Why would they even want to live in the country, anyway? There’s nothing to do, and on top of that, it smells like shit. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if we were smelling actual shit.

  “I’m hungry. Can we come back later? Or how about we just skip out on this one? I’m tired.” Lane groaned.

  “If you’re really that hungry and tired, then leave, because there’s no way I’m skipping out on this one. Phil would have my head if he knew I didn’t bring one back. I need to keep up with my reputation.” I glanced at him with annoyance. It’s tiring having to explain this to him — especially since I’ve told him only about a million times already.

  Phil was our boss, and I knew the moment he handed me her file, I needed to have her. I had to be the one to bring her in. She was mine from the moment my eyes saw her bright, forest green ones.

  “Fine. You have fun. I’m getting something to eat then head back to the field.”

  After Lane left, my thoughts started to drift on how she would react. Would she come willingly? Fight me and threaten to kill me? Or would she be just confused and almost unsure on how to react? I’ve seen all of them. Tears, rage, unsureness. It’s always those three. I’d learned that much over the years of being in this… well you can call it a “unique” business.

  Some people say this job is sick or twisted. Sometimes they’d ask, “Why would you want to work there, you sick freak?”

  But they don’t know that feeling I get when I see the fear and confusion written on the features of the unlikely young girls, who happened to fall into the trap of sex trafficking, or what we like to call pleasuring; the rich likes to call it shopping.

  For the customers, it truly is just like going in the store and buying a toy. You pick the one you fancy, and after that, you pay. There’s a catch, though. With this job, you get to keep the merchandise for only one night. Also, you can’t keep the baby dolls. They’re far too precious. That’s what I tell the people who don’t understand my job.

  I saw movement in the house. It looked like the parents were leaving. I could just make out, what I assume, was the mother embracing her children then letting go just a bit too soon because of her husband pulling her away. This would be the last time she would hold her children in her arms. It’s a shame they didn’t hug longer.

  As they got into their car, they sped down the old country road. I’m guessing they’re running late for their flight.

  Instead of driving up towards the home and barging inside, I decided that I’d wait for a while and let the thought of their sitter no longer coming to linger around.

  Lane had probably made it back by now and, most likely, stuffed his face with only God knows what. I wonder if he’d be flying back to London tonight. I kind of hope he does, so he’d be out of my way. Plus, I didn’t want him coming back here and trying to help me bring her in. She’s mine, not his. I called the shots.

  At first I saw her eyes, then I saw her. Her picture in the school yearbook, which Phil gave me, told me a lot about her appearance. She’s beautiful. I have to say, she’ll sell great, meaning an even bigger check for me. Gorgeous, more money. Double hit. Lucky me.

  The only thing that is so annoying about her is that her brother is with her. I was still debating on what I could do to the little brat. Maybe I should just leave him here? No, he’d just call the cops and get my ass hauled to jail, even though he’s only a kid. I’m already in enough trouble. If the Feds find out about this job, I’ll be locked up for, no telling, how many years.

  I’ll have to think of something because I can’t take the dipshit with me. I’m afraid to even think of what Phil would do if I brought in a boy. He’ll probably think I’m nuts and cut my check. There’s no way I’d let him do that. I work too hard not to get paid less than what I already do. Anyway, he knows that he shouldn’t mess with me. I bring in most of the girls, so he can’t do a thing to me unless he wants to lose his best employee.

  After sitting in the car for a few more hours, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I needed to go and get her. I opened the SUV door, jumped out, and headed towards the home. After making sure I had my gun and pocket knife in my jacket, I exited the vehicle. The crisp January air pierced through my thin clothes as I treaded on the snow-blanketed ground.

  Before I reached the entrance, I noticed that all the lights in the house seemed to be turned off. Maybe they knew I was coming? No, that’s not possible. It’s pitch black out here, there’s no way they could have seen me.

  I shrugged it off and headed for the front door. After knocking three times, I pulled out a cigarette, placed the hazardous paper stick between my lips, and leaned on the door frame. A minute passed before a young boy opened the door, fear written all over his face.

  “Hello,” I spoke, looking down at the boy.

  Seconds later, she appeared.

  I was met with long, unruly hair and bright, green eyes, staring at me suspiciously. The picture in that file really did her no justice. A slender figure with slim torso and compelling legs. There’s no denying it — she’s hot as hell. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen someone with a body like hers.

  She shielded her brother. She placed herself in front of him as she watched me light a second cigarette. I brought it to my lips and breathed out the smoke. I wonder if the reason that she’s looking at me with a worried face—which still looks hot—had something to do with the fact that I looked like a psychopathic murderer, or she could somehow see the money signs on my eyes.

  “Who are you and what do you want?” Her mellifluous voice echoed across the empty fields.

  It hadn’t been that long yet, but I
was already intrigued.

  Chapter 1

  Cassandra

  I was walking down the halls of Britwood High School with my best friend Summer. As I opened the door to the parking lot, the cool January air hit my face, making a shiver run down my back. The ground was covered with a blanket of snow, making it look like a winter wonderland.

  “Are you listening to me?” Summer’s voice broke my thoughts.

  “W-what? Oh, um...” I stuttered.

  “I asked, what you’re doing later. I thought maybe we could hang out.”

  “I told you earlier, my parents are leaving for Australia tonight, and the sitter is coming, so I can’t have friends over,” I said.

  “Oh yeah. But I can come over later this week, right?” she asked, opening her car door.

  “Well my parents said no friends over this week because I’m in trouble,” I said, looking down at the ground.

  “What’d you get into trouble for?”

  “For not picking up Ben from school. He was left standing outside the school when it was below freezing,” I said, looking down, ashamed.

  Summer started laughing and clapping her hands.

  “You forgot your own brother when it was below freezing?”

  “Yeah...”

  “Is that why you have to have a sitter?” she asked, finally able to control her laughter.

  “Yeah, they said if I couldn’t even remember to pick up my own brother from school, then there was no way they were leaving him with me for a week.”

  “Well I wouldn’t either,” Summer said, getting in her car.

  “Bye! See ya later.” she shouted before closing her door.

  I yelled a bye back then got in my piece of junk, my truck, and pulled out of the school parking lot.

  * * *

  I got out of my truck and headed for the front door.

  “I’m home!” I yelled from the door, kicking off my shoes and taking off my coat.

  “I’m in here!” I heard my mother’s voice call from the kitchen.

  I walked into the kitchen, where I saw my mother preparing some kind of soup.

  “I’m making you, Ben, and the sitter some potato soup,” she said, stirring the so called “soup.”

  My mother was never a very good cook, but then again, neither was I.

  “Speaking of the sitter, when will she be here?” I asked, stepping towards the gross-looking, chunky liquid.

  “In about thirty minutes.” I looked up at the clock above the sink to see that it was 5:30 pm.

  “Well I better be getting my suitcase in the car,” my mother said, and she headed upstairs.

  I decided just to watch some TV.

  * * *

  “Now make sure to use your manners, do whatever she says, and be nice,” my mother said.

  I just rolled my eyes, I already knew to do that. I don’t know why she had to tell us.

  “Okay, I love you,” she said, giving my little brother, Ben, a huge hug then gave me one.

  I didn’t really hug back, I was still mad at her for not trusting me with Ben. Yes, I know I forgot about picking him, but I didn’t mean to. She just doesn’t have faith in me.

  “I love you, guys. The sitter should be here in a few minutes. You think you can handle Ben?” Mom asked, looking straight at me.

  “Yes, mom, I’m pretty sure I can handle him for a few minutes,” I said, annoyed.

  “We love you, and we’ll see you two in a week,” Dad said, trying to get my mother to leave before they missed their plane.

  “Bye, love you.” Mom said as Dad shut the front door.

  I turned around to look at Ben and said, “What do you wanna do, brat?”

  “I’m hungry, poophead.” Ben has been calling me that for years. He says it’s because my hair color looks a lot like “poop”.

  “There’s soup on the stove,” I said, going to the kitchen.

  “Did mom cook it?” He sounded kinda worried because he knew mom couldn’t cook.

  “Yeah, she did.” I said, smiling, as I opened the door of the fridge, got out some leftover pizza, and put it on a plate.

  “Please,” Ben said, looking up at me with puppy dog eyes.

  “Please what?” I spat, looking down at the blond-haired boy.

  “Share. I don’t want to eat mom’s chunky soup,”" he said, looking at the two slices of pizza on the paper plate.

  “No way,” I said, walking to the living room.

  “Please, Cassie.”

  He said, grabbing my arm. I looked down at him only to see tears in his blues eyes. Great, I made him cry.

  “Fine.” I gave him a slice.

  “Yes!” He took the piece, ran, and jumped on the couch. “That little rat,” I thought.

  We watched TV for a couple of hours until we noticed it was already eight o’clock. I was wondering if that sitter was even coming. Maybe she got lost or something. It was dark outside, and sometimes it could be hard to see the road signs. Just then the TV shut off, along with the lights, leaving us sitting in the dark.

  “Cass, what’s going on?” Ben said, hugging onto my side.

  “I don’t know—” A knock on the door made me and Ben both jump back.

  “Don’t move,” I said slowly. The knock on the door got louder.

  “Maybe it’s the sitter,” Ben said, still holding onto me for dear life. He hates the dark. He’ll do anything not to be in the dark.

  “Maybe,” I said.

  “Maybe they can turn the lights back on,” he said and ran towards the door.

  “No Ben!” I yelled, running after him.

  It was too late, though, he had already unlocked and opened the door.

  “Hello,” a deep raspy voice said.

  I grabbed Ben and put him behind me. The only thing I could really see about the man standing in front of me was that he was tall and had a cigarette between his lips. I squinted, trying to see more of him. He put his hand in one of his pockets as he pulled out an object. I didn’t know what it was till he moved his finger down on it, making a small flame ignite out of the silver hole.

  I could now see his face. He had brown, curly hair that was swiped over to one side, an eyebrow ring, and a lip ring. He had tattoos running up on his neck, but that’s not what caught my attention the most. It was his piercing green eyes. They were so beautiful and captivating.

  “Take a picture. It’ll last longer, babe.” His deep voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

  He walked past me and into the house, looking around like he was trying to find something, even though he could barely see anything because the lights were out.

  “What are you doing?” I spoke for the first time since he showed up.

  “Looking for the basement.” I stopped in my tracks. Why would he want to know where the basement was?

  “W-why?” I stuttered, scared of the answer.

  “To tie you up and put you down there.”

  Chapter 2

  I froze as the words left his lips, leaving me and Ben standing there scared to death.

  I heard a raspy laugh come from the man’s mouth. He turned around with a smirk plastered on his face as he said, “I’m messing with you… Maybe.” He said the last part so quietly that I barely heard it.

  Ben was now attached to my arm, not daring to let go. The man then looked at Ben, smiling.

  “Take me to the basement, kid.” His voice rang in the silent house.

  I looked down at Ben to see him shaking his head “no.”

  “Well you’re going to anyway,” he said and grabbed Ben’s small arm, starting to pull him away from me.

  I stood there frozen, knowing I had to do something.

  “No!” I yelled out.

  The man stopped dead in his tracks and looked at me.

  “I-I’ll take y-you,” I stuttered, walking over to Ben and grabbing his arm from the man’s grasp while whispering in his ear. “Call the cops once we’re out of sight.”" Ben nodded.

  The
man grabbed my arm and pulled me away from my little brother. I led him into the kitchen where the basement door was. I opened the door to the basement and looked down at the dark hole. I always hated going in our basement because it wasn’t like any of my friend’s basements. Theirs were finished and turned into game rooms, while mine was just a storage area with very little light and concrete walls and floor.

  “Ladies first,” he said, looking down at the basement door.

  I decided not to argue with him and just went down first. As I was walking down the steps, I could feel him coming closer till he’s just one step behind me.

  I stopped in my tracks as his breathe fanned my bare neck. He whispered in my ear, “I heard what you told your brother.” His raspy voice rang in my ear. “And you’re going to pay for it.” He finished.

  Not being able to move from pure fear, I froze on the spot.

  “Move!” He yelled and pushed me about three steps down.

  I lost my balance and plummeted face first on the stairs. I shielded my head with my arms, ready for the impact, but it never came. I opened my eyes to see that my face was only inches from one of the wooden steps. I felt strong arms wrap around my waist. I looked over my shoulder to see that the man had caught me. He pulled me up and set me back on my feet.

  “Thank you.” I whispered and continued to walk till we’re now on the ground level.

  “Where’s your box at?” he asked.

  “What box?” I asked, raising one eyebrow.

  “The electrical box,” he said.

  I felt pretty dumb. I mean, what else could he be down here for? I took him to where the box was. He opened the lid and pushed a few buttons. Minutes later, the lights came back on, making it a little less scary. I took this time to observe him while he was still messing around with the electrical box. I could now see one of his tattoos on his collarbone very well. It was very small, compared to the rest of those that run up on his neck. It was written