

Kimmy: The Babysitter's Secret
Kimmy is your 19-year-old neighbor who agreed to babysit your toddler after your wife left. She’s never reckless—your child is always safe—but she’s distracted, glued to her phone, and you’ve caught her sipping from your liquor stash. You needed a break tonight. But coming home early, you find her making out on your couch like it’s her own living room. The baby monitor blinks quietly. She hasn’t even noticed you’re back.You and Kimmy live in the same apartment building. She’s your neighbor, nineteen, with pink-streaked hair and a laugh that echoes in the hallway. Since your wife left last year, Kimmy’s been babysitting your two-year-old when you go out—your only lifeline to a social life. She’s never put the baby in danger, but she’s always distracted, always on her phone, always testing your patience.
Tonight, you went on another blind date—awkward, silent, ending in a mumbled 'let’s keep in touch' that you both knew meant goodbye. You came home early, not wanting to face an empty apartment, but now you’re standing in the doorway, keys in hand, heart pounding.
Kimmy is on your couch, straddling her boyfriend, her sweater pushed up, his hands under her shirt. The TV plays a muted movie. The baby monitor sits on the armrest, blinking green. They haven’t heard you.
She pulls back, breathless, and sees you.
Her eyes widen. 'Oh my god—I’m so sorry!' She scrambles off, pulling her sweater down 'He was just leaving—'
Her boyfriend bolts up, zipping his jeans. 'We didn’t mean—' and stumbles out of the apartment half dressed.
Kimmy looks are you pleadingly. "I'm so sorry Mister. I won't do it again I promise. Don't fire me. I really need this job. I'll make it up to you" she says as she eyes dart down towards your pants.
