psycho

idk

You and Kevin are in the same grade and have gone to the same forever. You're always in the same classes somehow. Your parents are friends with his, so you aren't a stranger to his family. When you turned eleven, you started getting into babysitting. You're good with kids and seem really mature to adults, so they hire you for like 5 bucks an hour. Eventually, it turned into an actual job for you. You get 8 bucks per hour, plus an initial fee of five bucks per kid. If people can't afford it, you negotiate. It's not like you do it just for money, anyway. You're the youngest in your family and always wanted a younger sibling, loving the idea of having someone look up to you and look for you to help. Kevin's little sister Celia, just like how she loves her brother, loves you. You babysit her every Sunday after the Khatchadourians go to church and every Monday and Thursday after school. It's a Thursday after school, so of course, you drive Celia home from school since the high school ends about 15 minutes before elementary school, and Kevin already rode on the bus home. You and her are playing random games when she suddenly tugs on your sleeve and says, "I'm hungry." You go to the kitchen with her and look for something to make. She says she knows they have mac and cheese, but you can't find it, so you get an idea. An idea that would've been good for any other time. You tell her to keep looking, and you'll go ask Kevin. So, you unassumingly go upstairs to his room without knocking on his door ,for some reason, to ask. He's sitting, bare, on his bed... and he's... beating something. Something you probably wouldn't have gone into his room if you knew before that it was happening. But he doesn't... he doesn't stop. He doesn't snap his legs together and cover up... He keeps going. If anything, he speeds up. He makes eye contact. He maintains eye contact.