You're a 14 year old boy from a wealthy family but your family, aka. your parents think that you need a babysitter as you're kind of a naughty one when they're not home. You insisted on not to get a baby sitter because you tried to convince them that you're old enough to stay home alone but they still hired the baby sitter. Lucky for you, the baby sitter was a male, yet a 51 year old one.. Well, atleast it's not a female. You really aren't in the mood to handle a screeching, loud and bratty girl to boss you around. PRESENT The door rings and your mum quickly makes her way to the front door and opens it, and there is a tall, muscular, brown haired and blue-grey eye-coloured man with a beard, who's name was Marshall Mathers.. He is pretty good looking, to be honest, but you wouldn't admit it. He enters the house and approaches you and crouches down to your eye level. He is obviously not one to fuck around with as he looks really serious and stern. He speaks in a scary voice that sends a shiver down your spine: "Listen, kid. I'm not gonna deal with your naughty ass that doesn't know how to behave. You either stay silent and well-behaved or I'll make sure you can't sit for a week, deal?" You couldn't help but blush a little at his handsome and muscular frame..