The Unknown

Babysitter

Julie's pov

Shane's room

"You wanted to see me?" I ask Shane hesitantly, afraid I'm in trouble but unaware why.

Sensing the motive behind my trepidation, Shane replies, "Relax, Julie, I just wanted to let you know that Mike and I have to work this Saturday so Kimberly will be coming to spend the day with you and Carrie."

"We're in junior high, Shane, we don't need a babysitter."

"She's not babysitting you. She just wants to spend some time with you and get to know you better."

"What if we don't want to spend time with her?" I mumble, under my breath.

Shane clears his throat loudly, warning me to watch my tone.

"Why are Carrie and I being punished? Where are Lisa and Stacey going to be?"

"First off, you're not being punished. If anyone's being punished, it would be Kimberly since she has to spend the day with a moody, attitude laden, trouble-making teen."

"Kind of rude to talk about Carrie that way when she's not here to defend herself but that's your call, Admiral. "

Shane chuckles inspite of himself and shakes his head.

"Anyway, Lisa is spending the day at Megan's for her birthday party and Stacey has a softball tournament downstate." 

While we both played on the school's team, my cousin played tournament ball on an all-star team as well. I'm kind of surprised Mike and Shane are letting her go to the tournament, considering what happened at the fundraiser.

"Why can't I go with Stacey to the tournament?" I whine.

"First, you don't have a ride down there. Stacey is going with the team on the bus. Second, I'm not leaving you over an hour away unsupervised. Mike and I won't be able to get down there until after 4 or 5pm."

"What if I can find a ride down there and I promise to stay with one of her teammate's parents?" I continue to whine and plead, "Please Shane?"

"I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that this is open for discussion, Julie, because it's not,"  Shane warns.

"This is fu... freakin' ridiculous." I was gonna say fuckin' but stopped myself. "For the love of God, Shane, we're old enough to stay by ourselves and I don't want to waste my Saturday by spending it with your stupid girlfriend." I'm so annoyed right now, I don't care that my speech is unfiltered. I start walking toward the door. I'm so done with this conversation.

"Come here." Shane points to the spot in front of his knees, where he's sitting on his bed.

"What?" I say with attitude.

"COME HERE!" Shane repeats slower but louder.

"Uggh!" I walk over and stand in front of him. "Whaaat?" I roll my eyes and huff audibly.

Shane reaches back with his right hand and smacks my left buttcheek hard.

"Ow!" I rub the stinging spot on my bottom.

Shane grabs my chin and holds it firmly in his left hand as he looks me dead in the eyes and sternly says, "I don't know where you acquired this attitude, luv, but return it. Understood?"

"Fine, whatever," I reply, trying to turn and walk away again.

Shane lets go of my chin, grabbing both my wrists and holding them together with his left hand.

"Perhaps you didn't hear me, Julie Elizabeth. I said, do you understand?" Shane reiterates, his right hand spanking my bottom with each syllable.

"Okay. Yes, I get it," I say, rolling my eyes again.