The Babysitters

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Haunts of the Past


All I saw in front, across, and near me was the slight blue and transparent substance wrapping around her. She was screaming and asking for help. And I was laughing, making fun of her.

I could hear Dylan calling my name. Trystan was squeezing my hands. I could feel the worry on their faces but my eyes refused to open up. It was like, I was being forced to watch the things I wanted to avoid.

Lake. Scream. Helplessness. Her face.

Then, I felt droplets of water being sprinkled on my face. The fear imbibed me again, and my eyes flicked open.

I screamed and hugged the first person who came into my vision.

“Shh, it’s just me, sunshine,” Trystan cooed.

I relaxed hearing his voice and hugged him tighter. His response was immediate, as his hands wrapped around me. For the first time I was not scared of hugging someone, or about the germs that I could get. I felt safe.

He felt like home. Hugging him gave me a feeling of comfort.

The comfort I was trying to find from ages.

“T-Trystan,” I wheezed.

“Hey, stop crying,” he whispered, squeezing me into the hug, “I am here, OK?”

“I-I felt water b-being pored o-on me,” I said, without breaking the hug.

“About that,” Dylan, who was sitting beside me, said, “I sprinkled it. You know, to wake you up.”

I did not look at him. Instead, I hid my face in the crook of Trystan’s neck.

“Samantha,” Trystan patted my hair, “look at me.”

I shook my head and held him tighter. I was scared to face him. Or Dylan. They would ask me why I fainted. And if I’ll tell them the reason, they will also start hating me. Just like mom and Brittney.

“Uh, I think I’ll take Tiffany to my room. It’s her bed time,” Dylan said, and I heard him dragging Tiffany’s go-cart and walking away.

Trystan did not break the hug. I just felt him nodding his head in response. Once Dylan was gone, I broke the hug and looked at him.

“That’s like my girl,” he smiled, holding my chin, “Now take a few deep breathes.”

I nodded and closed my eyes. I inhaled and exhaled a few times. When my breathing became even, I opened my eyes again.

“I like your cologne. It smells like blackcurrant,” I said, sniffing him.

He slowly wiped the tears from my face and smiled, “You faint for an hour, scare the life out of me, and when you wake up, the first thing you do is compliment my cologne. Can you get any weirder, Samantha Harris?”

“I don’t like complimenting the people I hate. So just cherish the moment, instead of questioning my weirdness,” I rolled my eyes at him.

He chuckled and shifted closer to me. Then, he took my hands in his big ones and inhaled deeply.

“Just don’t do that again,” he said, intertwining our hands.

“I did not do it intentionally, Trystan,” I said, blankly.

“You scared me,” he smiled, “I don’t know why, but seeing you in that state made me feel like you were leaving me.”

There was a fear in his eyes when he said this. I knew he was trying to act normal, but his smile was unable to hide the insecurity in his voice.

“People always leave me,” he whispered, looking at my hands, which were still intertwined with his.

“If it makes you feel any better, people leave me too,” I laughed, awkwardly.

He grinned, “So, we are on the same scale.”

I grinned back. Suddenly, my glance went at the clock and I realized it was past nine. My eyes went wide and I jumped off the couch, pulling my hand from his hold.

“Trystan, dad is gonna kill me. I told him I’ll be back before eight,” I squeaked.

“Uh, I think he’ll kill me first,” he muttered, and I gave him a quizzical look.

“Your dad called when you were unconscious,” he started explaining me, “So I picked the call, instead. He just lost his control hearing my voice and blamed me of kidnapping his daughter.”

I groaned in embarrassment, “Not again, dad.”

Trystan looked at me with worry, “Am I in trouble?”

“Very much,” I chuckled. His eyes went wide, making him look adorable.

“I am never picking your phone again,” he pouted.

“You better not,” I gave him a serious look.

He looked at me and smirked, “Well, I am, anyway, not interested in touching a phone with a Josh Hutcherson wallpaper.”

I gawked at him, “Josh Hutcherson is the hottest Batman ever.”

“Get a life,” Trystan rolled his eye, “no one can compete with Ben Affleck.”

“Oh you are so dead,” I whispered and threw the cushion at him. It directly landed on his face and Trystan made an ‘oomph’ sound.

“Where do you get that energy from?” He threw the pillow aside, “Normal people would have felt a bit giddy after passing out.”

“Please!” I snorted, “I just fainted. It’s no big deal.”

“You better not faint again, or else...” Trystan said, pulling a serious face.

“Or else?” I wiggled my brows.

“I might just wake you up with a mouth to mouth,” he smirked.

I gave him a hard glare, “You won’t be left with a mouth if you did so.”

His smirk was soon replaced with a frown. And this time, it was my turn to smirk.

“You are so unromantic,” he pouted.

I snorted and took out my car keys from my jeans pocket. It was already very late and I don’t want mom and dad to worry for no reason.

“You’re leaving?” Trystan asked, standing up from the couch.

“Yup,” I said.

“Alone?” He asked, again.

“Oh no, Logan Lerman is accompanying me,” I gave him a tight lipped smile.

“Can you stop being sarcastic for once?” he scolded me, “You are not leaving alone.”

“Now what do you want? I should go and ask Logan Lerman to accompany me for real?” I fake gasped.

“No idiot,” he said and snatched my car keys, “I am dropping you.”

With that he started walking out of the house. I opened and closed my mouth, but no words came out of it. So, I just followed him.

I went to the passenger seat as he occupied the driving seat.

I glared at him, “Why are you so confusing?”

“Am I?” he wiggled his eyebrows, and started the car.

“Mhm,” I hummed, “Sometimes you are mean to me and at other moments you start acting like a gentleman. I don’t know which part is the real you.”

“You are not the only one who has the right to be complicated, Samantha,” he smiled.

I looked at him for a moment and then averted my gaze. He was driving quietly and I was focusing on the slowly moving path. We only exchanged words when he asked me for directions to my house.

It took us fifteen minutes to reach my house. Once we were there, I quickly hopped out of the car. Dad was nowhere to be seen, which made me take a deep sigh of relief.

“You can take my car with you,” I said, “I know, your bike is still with the mechanic.”

He smiled and nodded, “I’ll return it to you in the school.”

“Y-Yeah,” I said and turned around. I took a few steps but I felt his gaze on me, so I turned back. Surely, Trystan was still there, staring at me.

“Samantha, past is a good place to remember, but not the best place to stay,” he said, looking into my eyes, “I hope you are getting it.”

I nodded and gave him a genuine smile, “Thank you for dropping me.”

“Anytime,” he grinned.

We said our final good bye. And then, he went his way and I walked towards my home.

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