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| BB | Jul 11 2017, 07:21 PM Post #1 |
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Hannah Brookes, the adoptive mother of Nel, is sitting in Cindy Parker’s living room trying her best to keep calm. Earlier in the day, she had called a meeting of sorts to discuss some very exciting news for her and her ex-husband, Brandon. She can hardly contain herself, though the news has her nervous as well. It will change everyone’s life for the better she hopes. Once Cindy enters back into the living room from the kitchen, Helen gives her a smile as she hands her a cup of tea. Hannah Brookes: Thank you my dear. She begins to dip the tea back in and out of the water causing it to get darker as Cindy looks around the room as though something was missing. Cindy Parker: Where’s Nelly at? Hannah Brookes: She is at her piano lesson. I figured while she was there I can be here to tell you and Mr. Banks what I’ve decided. A confused look comes over Cyn’s face as she takes a seat on the floor next to Helen. She hears the sound of footsteps coming from right outside her window, but ignores it and focuses her attention on Hannah. Cindy Parker: Decided? She asks with a head tilt. Cindy Parker: Decided what? Cindy’s response causes Hannah to choke a bit on the tea she just swallowed before she smiled. Hannah Brookes: Excuse me. It seems as though I’m getting ahead of myself. She sets her tea cup to the side before placing her hands on her lap. Hannah Brookes: After our visit with one another, and Mr. Banks. I have decided to make some changes to my will. That’s why I wanted to meet with you both. To give you the news, and since- Hannah looks down at her watch. Hannah Brookes: Brandon is running late, and Nels piano lesson is coming to an end /she sighs/ I suppose I can tell you. I have made you, and Brandon the soul guardians of Nel if something were to happen to me. I’ve also typed this up for you. Reaching into her purse, Hannah pulls out a piece of paper and hands it to Cindy. Hannah Brookes: This is a list of her activities throughout the week. What times they start, days, and when you should pick her up. She needs to learn that she can depend and count on you guys as she has me for all these years. I’d rather her start learning that now instead of trying to learn it when I am no longer here. To make it easier for her. Completely befuddled, Cyn grabs the paper out of Hannah’s hand and begins reading it over. Piano lessons. Gymnastics. Extra tutoring for her learning disability. The list just keeps going and going and going, but Cyn couldn’t help but replay something Hannah had said over in her head. Cindy Parker: If something happens to you? Why would something happen to you? Hearing another noise - this one coming from the front door - Cyn sharply turns her head and stares with her eyes wide. Hannah Brookes: Everything okay, Cindy? You seem a little… paranoid. Cyn turns back around to face Hannah and forces a smile, a bad feeling forming in the pit of her stomach. Cindy Parker: Oh, no! It’s nothing. I just think my house is haunted sometimes is all. She spins back around only to see a shadow move by the bay window and toward the side of the house. She swallows down a hard gulp, knowing full well who’s lurking around her house. It seems that Hannah couldn’t help but look around the house as well, wondering just what has Cindy so spooked. Perhaps she did have a general fear of ghosts. Hannah left out a sigh before turning to the young woman. Hannah Brookes: I was diagnosed with Pancreatic Cancer my dear. I know my chances of living through it are slim. Even with treatment. Nel knows but, I don’t think she entirely grasps the extremity of the situation. Cyn immediately places her hand over her chest, her jaw dropping. Cindy Parker: Oh my goodness! I’m so sorr-- SMASH A brick comes flying through one of Cindy’s living room windows, five men dressed in black standing directly outside of it. Cindy Parker: Oh no. Hannah Brookes: What is going o-- BOOM! The front door to Cindy’s home gets kicked open by none other than Brandon Banks himself. Dressed in all black, Brandon’s focus is entirely on Cindy as he walks toward her with a pistol in his glove covered right hand. BB: Stand up, Cindy. A look of sheer fear takes over Cyn’s face as she frantically turns to Hannah and pops up to her feet. Cindy Parker: Brandon, wait! You have-- BB: I’VE FUCKIN’ WAITED LONG ENOUGH! The rage in Brandon’s tone sent chills down Hannah’s spine, but to Brandon? It was just he and Cindy in the room. BB: And you know I’m not one who reaaaaaaaally has patience. You know, I always saw you as the one that got away, Cyn. The one who could’ve saved me from myself, but nah. Truth is? You’re no less of a piece of shit than every other female who has fucked with my head and my heart. CLICK Brandon cocks back his pistol and points it directly at Cyn’s forehead while Hannah sat back in her seat in complete and utter fear. Wondering what she should do, could do, if she was able to do anything. BB: But no matter what… I still can’t get myself to hurt you like you destroyed me. The male Banks tilts his head to the side and continues to stare at his frightened ex-wife. BB: But then I came up with a better idea… In one fluid motion, Brandon turns toward Hannah…. PEW Cindy Parker: OH MY GOD! The bullet went straight through Hannah’s head, blood splattering all over the wall behind her. The emotionless Banks simply stared at Hannah’s lifeless body before he gestures for his “people” to come inside and grab the body. Cyn drops to her knees, looking as if she’s going to throw up until Brandon looks her way. BB: Now you’re scarred just like me. Brandon tucks his pistol into the back of his jeans as he watches his slaves wrap Hannah up in a carpet before they remove her from Cindy’s home. Tears come pouring down Cindy’s cheeks as she watches the five men carry Hannah’s dead body out of her home. She turns her attention to her ex, tears still streaming down her face as she says: Cindy Parker: She was here to tell us that she was dying and giving us custody over Nelly. Brandon remains emotionless, hunching down just to look Cindy in the eyes. BB: Oh word? He shrugs nonchalantly. BB: Guess we don’t gotta wait until she dies now, huh? A sick grin forms on Banks’ face as he spins around and walks toward the door he kicked down earlier. BB: I’ll have someone come over and clean that mess up. Without another word, Brandon exits out the door, but makes sure to turn around and blow Cindy a kiss before he leaves. |
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