The next day

I woke up when the sun hit my face. I rolled over and yawned. I looked at the clock and it was 7 am. I felt great. I had slept well and was feeling refreshed. I got up, sat up and stretched. That's when I remembered what happened last night and my good mood completely disappeared. My name is Tommy and I'm 19 years old. I'm not very tall and I'm 148 cm tall and I don't weigh much and I don't even weigh 50 kilos. My parents don't trust me to leave me home alone, which is my fault and considering what I've done before, I give my parents the right not to trust me. In short, I've been stuck with babysitters for years, middle-aged women who would come and I would make trouble for them so that they wouldn't be found again. But last night was different. Last night's babysitter was named Rebecca, she was only 10 years older than me and she was incredibly beautiful but tall, really tall and much bigger than me. I thought I could treat him like everyone else so he could get on with his job, but I was never so wrong in my life. He used his size and power to punish and control me in ways I never imagined before. Even thinking about that night made me feel humiliated. That damn night and everything he did to me. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, took a shower, changed my clothes, and went downstairs. My mom was making breakfast and said, “Good morning, honey.” I said, “Good morning, mom.” She asked me with a surprised look on her face, “Is everything okay?” I replied, “Yeah, why not?!” She said with a smile, “You would never answer like that, I don’t know, maybe Rebecca had a good influence on you.” Even hearing her name made me feel sick. I didn’t want to see her again. My mom put the breakfast on the table and I said, "Thanks for the breakfast, mom." "Oh, you really have something going on today, but whatever it is, I love you, stay that way, son." She said this with a laugh and pulled me closer to her. I jumped into her arms, put my head on her shoulder, wrapped my arms around her neck, and wrapped my legs around her waist, pressing myself tightly against her. My mom is a tall woman, and now that I was standing tall in her arms. My mom, who was surprised by what I did, put one hand under my hips and the other on my waist and started kissing and shaking me. Son, you really have changed today. I don't know when was the last time I was in my mom's arms, but now I felt safe and didn't want to come down. After breakfast, I went back to my room and packed my things to go to college. At college, I was completely **** and I was in a dream when my best friend Sam called me and asked what happened. I said it was nothing, but he wasn't convinced and invited me to go to college and have a pizza afterwards. I told myself it wasn't a bad idea. Maybe spending some time with my friend would help me forget about that girl. Then we went to college, ate pizza, talked and laughed, and I was slowly forgetting that damn night. Then Sam said we should go to their house and play PlayStation because his parents weren't there and only his little sister and his old nurse were there. I said great, let's go.