Chapter 1: Day 5

"Are you done?" She asked from her spot by the kitchen entrance. She was hungry, and the twerp was taking too long with lunch. All he had to do was grilled some bread and cheese, fried some eggs and make her a grilled cheese egg sandwich. It really was not that hard.

"No!" Timmy hissed from his spot by the oven. It was not easy making a grilled cheese egg sandwich despite what his babysitter thought. It took patience and precision. Leave the bread and cheese in the oven too long and the bread would burn, leave it in not long enough, and the cheese would never defrost and melt upon the bread sufficient to give the sandwich it needed delicious taste. Then the was the matter of frying said eggs needed for said sandwich without any oil in the house. Which of course was a situation that they, he really, could have avoided if his sitter acted like the adult that she was supposed to be. Instanced, of the little waste of walking nothingness that she acted like 24/7.

Vicky rolled her eyes at his answer, pushed herself off the wall she had been leaning upon and approached him. Timmy too busy watching their, well mostly her, meal spin around in the oven took no notice of her creeping closer and closer until...

"I think it is ready," Vicky said as she leaned over him to get a view of the sandwich. As she does her breast brushed against his back. The contract of his back touching her front sent a chilled down her spin and a soft moan to almost escape her lips. She had forgotten she hadn't placed on a bra that morning. Why? Because she had been planning on going for a swim later that day. That and it had been a bit hot.

Vicky withheld a sigh of annoyance. Sometimes she forgets that she was no longer living at her house, a place where she could go braless and shirtless and not a soul noticed or if they did notice would have said a word. One because she was family and two because if they had said anything, she would have retaliated with violence. Ahhhh...good old home.

The red hair took in a deep breath and hoped the young boy did not notice her hard nipples poking at him through her shirt. And if he did not to think anything of it.

"It's not ready," The twelve-year-old said then turned his head and stared up at her. The was no fear in his eyes. Once upon a time the used to be fear in those eyes."Can you get off me? Your breath stink."

Vicky scowled at his statement but stood as he turned back around to watch their, mostly her, sandwiches.

"Whatever," She said then turned to leave the kitchen, arms over her head stretching. Well... pretending to stretch anyways. She really did not want the tween to see her stiff nipples through her t-shirt. It was just so...unbecoming. Beside little boys were not her type. Males her age? Sure. Male older than her? Definitively! Little twelve-year-old boys? Yeah...No.

"I am going to give you ten minutes," She paused at the kitchen entrance. " if it is not ready I am coming back in here and you and that kitchen sink over there" She pointed to her left. "are going to become fast friends...again."

Timmy rolled his eyes at her from his spot but held his tongue. He made not fear his babysitter as much as he did when he was younger because he realized even she had limits imposed upon her as a babysitter; however that did not mean she wasn't capable of making his life hell within said limits.

"And you better not be rolling your eyes at me," She said as she exited the kitchen, causing the young boy to chuckle a bit. Sometimes he forgot how well his sitter knew him sometimes.

"Yeah...yeah..." He whispered then stood ready to try his hands at frying eggs without any oil. As he when about the act, he muttered a curse word now and really was not easy making fry eggs without any oil.

Less than ten minutes later when no food arrived at Vicky location upon the living room couch, she returned to the kitchen as promised.

"Am hungry," She announced as she stepped back into the room. "Where is my food?"

Timmy, who was pulling out the slices of bread covered in cheese from the oven that very moment, looked her way and sighed, a bit annoyed. Making fry eggs without oil was annoying.

"Shut up," He replied to her. He was supposed to be the one demanding food. He was the child, and she was the babysitter. She was meant to be feeding him not making him cook for her.

"Feed me," Vicky said ignoring his statement. "Am hungry!"

Timmy took in a deep breath, then slowly let it out.

"Okay..." He replied as he sat the tray down on the kitchen island counter and turned to grabbed the bowl of fry eggs. "Firstly, it hasn't been ten minutes!" He paused then continued. "Secondly, if you are so hungry? Order something!"

Vicky rolled her eyes at him. She was the hungry one, and he was bitching. She was the victim here. What did he have to complain about? She had expected food ten minutes ago, and the was none. She should be the one bitching. Urg! Annoying kid.

"Firstly" She listed off her fingers. " when I say it is passed ten minutes it is passed ten minutes," She said then tapped a second finger. "Secondly, if I want to eat your home cook meal and not order something. Well...I am entitled to it!"

Timmy paused in his movement and quickly turned her way, a scowled on his lips. He was so sick and tired of her and her selfishness. Most of all he was sick and tired of his life.

"No!" He shouted quickly heading her way. "You are not entitled to it." He pointed at her as he drew closer and closer to her. " You are the babysitter! You... should be feeding me!" He pointed at himself. " Not I cooking for you!"

"Well..." Vicky said as she removed herself from near the kitchen entrance and moved to meet him, the was something slow and deadly about the way she moved. Timmy knew that move and so he took a step back and then another until he was back up against the kitchen counter where he had placed the bowl of sort of fry eggs he had made less than a minute or two ago.

"What are you going to do about it," She whispered into his ears as she leaned into him, sending chilies up his back. "Slave boy?"

Timmy scowled deepen, but he held his tongue. Instanced he glanced up at her with all the hate he could muster.

"I hate you," He said, after a couple of minutes had passed between them just staring at each other, as he broke eye contract. He really hated the red haired woman.

Vicky for her part broke into a laugh then grabbed his cheeks and begun to pinch them.

"Oh!" She said as she smiled evilly down at him. "Ain't you just cute. Yes, you are! Oh yes, you are! Did the little twerp get his feelings hurt because he couldn't get his way? Awe...So cute!"

Timmy annoyed with her action smacked her hands away from his cheeks. It was bad enough his grandmother, and her friends did it every Christmas and every holiday break with his grandparents but to be subjugated to it by his babysitter was just...just...Urg!

Vicky stared at her hand he had just slapped then his face then her hand again. Finally, her eyes paused upon his face as her fingers shaped into fists and her lips curled into a smile then without a second thought she punched him squarely in the face.

Timmy gasped at the contract of fist meeting chin as he fell to the floor. As he fell, Vicky noted the was something like tears in his in eyes.

"What a baby," She rolled her eyes then stepped over him. She grabbed the bowl of fry eggs behind him and turned back the way she came. That would teach him for getting all mouthy with her. Did she look like his weak-willed parents or something? Urg! Stupid brat.

"These are delicious," She said as she paused at the kitchen entrance, her eyes narrowed his way. "I will give you ten more minutes, don't mess it up."

Then she left, back to her television watching or whatever.

"What a bitch," Timmy whispered into the empty room then slowly got up and processed to make more eggs. He really hated his life.