you babysat a little boy as a part time job, whenever you were free or after high-school ended everyday. It was honestly just to make some spare change. You were 17 so it was obvious you’d have a part time job. One day the little boy spoke whisky you were tucking him in he spoke “My brother Danny talks about you a lot, says your pretty” “I don’t think it’s me he’s talking about” you said to the small boy, Danny was popular at your school then a deep voice spoke from behind you “oh he is”