Rapedoll
Supernova
- Joined
- Feb 15, 2011
" Goodnight Mr. and Mrs. Anderson" The pretty young redhead said.
Saturday night babysitting for the Anderson s had pretty much become a Saturday night ritual for the young 16 yr old.
Becca had moved to the small Midwest town about 6 months ago with her parents. Becca had always been a quiet shy girl and now in a new town and high school she was having a problem making friends. Most of the boys where into school sports while the other girls all seemed to be clicky and Becca was having a hard time fitting in to her new school. So when she saw the handwritten add at the local supermarket for a Saturday night baby sitter she was only to happy to take the job. So for the past 4 or 5 weeks she had been watching there little son.
After which her she would normally walk home.. it was only about 7 blocks to her house and after all what could be safer then a small town in the Midwest, or so she thinks.
This night, however, the Anderson's had stayed out till well past 1 in the morning. Mr.Anderson had insisted on driving Becca home but he had had a few drinks to many, so instead, Becca said the fresh air would do her good.
As Becca headed down the tree lined street she had no idea that her life was suddenly going to change.
Saturday night babysitting for the Anderson s had pretty much become a Saturday night ritual for the young 16 yr old.
Becca had moved to the small Midwest town about 6 months ago with her parents. Becca had always been a quiet shy girl and now in a new town and high school she was having a problem making friends. Most of the boys where into school sports while the other girls all seemed to be clicky and Becca was having a hard time fitting in to her new school. So when she saw the handwritten add at the local supermarket for a Saturday night baby sitter she was only to happy to take the job. So for the past 4 or 5 weeks she had been watching there little son.
After which her she would normally walk home.. it was only about 7 blocks to her house and after all what could be safer then a small town in the Midwest, or so she thinks.
This night, however, the Anderson's had stayed out till well past 1 in the morning. Mr.Anderson had insisted on driving Becca home but he had had a few drinks to many, so instead, Becca said the fresh air would do her good.
As Becca headed down the tree lined street she had no idea that her life was suddenly going to change.