For the Different Monster - Chapter Two
Prologue
Chapter One
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And So it Begins....
Brooke stood in the cafeteria lunch line, waiting for her plate of red beans and rice, a link of sausage and a sweet corn muffin. Grabbing her tray of food and a carton of milk, she headed to the last row of tables. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a girl swiftly getting up from the table and hustling to get behind her. Brooke felt uneasy as she felt the breath of this young woman on the back of her neck. Ignoring her, she continued to the table where she sat in a position to face her stalker.
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“Hey Red,” she called Brooke because of her long and curly reddish-brown hair, “you sure are a pretty little thang.”
Her accent was familiar. As a girl, she would travel down the bayou to Lafitte to visit her family of cajun-french descent, true creoles. It was the same accent coming from the stalker. Brooke didn't budge, but instead silently repeated her ‘keep your head down, mind your business’ mantra.
The girl smirked at Brooke, “Don't make things hard on yourself.” Stalker reached across the table and tried to grab Brooke's hand. Brooke placed her hands on her lap under the table, avoiding the gesture.
Despite her frustration, she decided to keep things peaceful and make eye contact. She looked up and smiled. “Hi, my name’s Brooke...and you are?”The girl smiled back, “Ah, yeah, you’re comin’ around now. I’m Jada, baby girl, and you are in my house now. It’s come to my attention that you seem to think your shit don’t stink, huh?”
Brooke took a deep breath and answered calmly, “Look, Jada, I just wanna be left alone.”
Jada shifted in her chair. “Let me explain something to you,” she leaned forward, inching closer to Brooke. “You don’t get to tell me what you want. I don’t give a fuck what you want.”
Brooke knew there was nothing she could say to change the situation, but she also knew that she couldn't allow Jada to treat her this way. The girls watching needed to know that she wasn't going to allow that, even if it meant taking a beating. She placed her right hand an inch away from Jada’s face with her middle finger extended. “Fuck off, Jada.”
Jada slapped her hand away and grabbed her throat forcing Brooke to her feet. Jada leaned in, and whispered, “Oh bitch, you are gonna regret that shit.”
Brooke grabbed the hand around her throat in a desperate attempt to get Jada to release her grip. Though her voice was weak and raspy, she still managed to again force, “Fuck you,” through her lips. Jada's confused look conveyed her disbelief that Brooke had the gall to say that while her hand was around her throat. A smile came across Jada’s face as she let go of Brooke's throat. In one fluid motion, she flipped the tray of beans over, causing them to spill over the edge of the table and onto the floor, grabbed the tray with both hands, raised it above her head and swung the tray with all of her strength down on Brooke’s face.
Brooke got a quick glance at the smiling faces cheering for Jada just before blackness took her vision. As she was losing consciousness she wondered if this was better than being back home with her abusive father. At that moment, she thought maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
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I hope you have enjoyed reading Chapter 2. Stay tuned for Chapter 3 and if you've read this far and still haven't started from the very beginning, scroll up and start with the prologue, I shouldn't have to tell you this, lol. Thanks for stopping by y'all!
Love, Monch🐝
I need to give special thanks to my girl @dreemsteem, once again, your help is cherished. I can't thank you enough!
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Another heart wrenching chapter @monchhichi23 - I can't even imagine what living in a place like that would be like. So awful!!!
Yeah Andy, things may brighten up though, just hold on a little longer. ❤❤❤
Great chapter baby, creepy cool💀.
Thank you so much baby! 💋💋💋
Anything for you, my sweet friend!
It's hard for me to love this - and hate it at the same time. you know?
You do know! But I absolutely love seeing you rise. Keep writing. Keep breathing! and i'll keep praying ;)
You know what you're going to have to do to enjoy this story huh my sweet dreemie?? ❤❤❤
Awh, that was heart-breaking. Not only the situation was horrible, but that last reflection... what if things at home were equally bad or even better? That's horrifying!
You always end your chapters in such a great manner, it's impressive!
Wow, thank you Jeremy! It will give you something to think about for sure... those words mean a lot coming from you!! 🖤🐝