The Choice. (The best and worst year of my life.)
Part 2.
The beginning of the year.
Note from the author.
Thank you all for your feedback. This is the second chapter of this story. It flashes between Brandon and Monica, as all these events are important to the overall tale. In the last story we saw the beginning of the union between Brandon and Monica. Now, Stella is claiming she was the one dressed as the Deviless and we see the aftermath of it.
-Foreword from Brandon-
Well, I wish I could tell you all that Monica had made up parts of this, or even exaggerated bits of it to make me, or herself look better or even to make parts of it seem less crass, tacky and tasteless but I can't. I personally don't think my cock is as big as she claims it is, or that I was as arrogant as she portrayed me, but the facts of the story are more or less true.
I want you all to understand the changes that had come over me while Monnie was off at school. Because to be honest with you, that plays a big part in why things happened like they did. Over the years I had grown tired of the name calling, the constant berating and being bullied, so I made it my mission to change it. I had to deal with enough of that bullshit from Tom on a almost daily basis so I was tired of it happening at school too.
Don't let Monnie fool you. I noticed she did leave one part of it out. While Tom did make my life a living hell since almost the day I was born, Monica wasn't much better. She was daddies little angel her whole life, and I was the annoying little kid who wanted desperately for daddy to notice him. So, she had a few nights of name calling and ridicule alongside her oh so loving father. Mother, bless her heart, always put a stop to it whenever she realized what was going on though. Through thick and thin, I could count on mom.
Now, when she left for College dad seemed to blame me. Like it was my fault she had accepted a college that was half a state away. Whenever mom was working Tom would find new ways to humiliate me. A few times he called over all the most beautiful girls in the neighborhood and then proceed to call me downstairs fresh from the shower. So, there I was, 5'9 and 295 pounds with a towel around my waist as they all laughed at the tub o. When I came downstairs one day and heard Tom berating my uncle Randy with such cruelty that mom was crying I had had enough.
I talked the couch of my high school football team to let me play the next year. My sophomore year. At first he didn't want to let me, but after I begged,yes I am not to proud to admit I begged, he allowed it. Third string offensive linemen. Then, after a summer of working out and him seeing how my body was progressing I was moved to third string middle linebacker. The first day of practice I was promoted to second string and by the end of the first week, I was one of the starting linebackers. I began to get more and more defined, and more confident when the cheerleaders started to notice me. All of Monnie's friends were out of high school so they would have no idea I learned what they saw me doing on that picnic table from two of the hottest cheerleaders on the squad.
By the time the summer of 2010 was rolling to a close, I had the body I always wanted, the confidence I realize now I deserved, a chip on my shoulder the side of Texas and a string of broken hearted high school girls in my wake. Then Halloween happened and I found myself with the hottest piece of tail I had ever seen. She did everything I ever wanted a girl to do and more. Then, when I came out of the bathroom she was gone. Just as I was about to leave the party I found her again. The beautiful goddess dressed as a devil. We danced a few more times but she wasn't as aggressive, sexy or flirtatious as I remembered, but she was interested. When the night was over we all pulled off our masks and my angel in a devil outfit was a woman who was without a doubt the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Long red hair that curled in ringlets. Blue eyes so dark and intense they looked like a endless picture of the deep blue sea. Her nose was small, but cute like something you wanted to kiss the tip of. Her lips were full, pouty and begging to be kissed. Her waist was a bit thicker then I remember and the ass was much larger, bubblier and bouncer then I remembered and I swear the woman I had slept with didn't have 38DD's but I wasn't going to complain. The two of us exchanged numbers and I went home.
-End of Foreword.-
~Brandon's story.~
I walked out of my bedroom and headed toward the bathroom for a shower and some alone time to think about everything that had happened to me over the last 24 hours, but I had no sooner entered the bathroom door when I heard the pitter patter of little feet behind me. "So this girl just comes out and says she that she was the same girl you had seen before?" Monica demanded.
"Well....yes." I replied with a little dumbfounded look on my face. "How many girls do you think were there with that outfit on?"
"There could have been more then once." Monica said with a tone that sounded defeated and a little hurt. Truth be told, I didn't understand it. "What would you do if you found out it wasn't the same girl. Would you still want this Stella girl or would you want to find the other one."
"Monica, drop it. It was the same girl." I said a little harsher then I intended and then looked up up and down the hallway. I knew what would happen if dad heard me talk that way to his little angel.
"....Just answer the question please baby br....Brandon." It sounded as if my sister couldn't call me her brother for some reason. Strange.
"Okay, I would want to find this girl okay?" I said with a little tone in my voice.
Then I heard the sound of the stampede. Dad's heavy footprints on the stairs. When he came into view his eyes were popping almost out of his head. "How dare you speak to my daughter in that tone of voice. No child of mine will put up with that kind of talking to."
I wanted to yell at him, and what am I? Chopped liver, but before I could Dad's eyes took in me in a towel and Monica wearing a little pair of silk shorts and a spaghetti strap top and his eyes seemed to budge out of his head. "Your going to stand there dressed like that in front of your sister! You pervert. You degenerate! I don't want you in this house a moment longer. Get out! Get out of my house!"
I took two steps toward him and all of the things he had done to me boiled over. I spread my arms, leaned forward until our faces were inches apart and hissed. "Fine. I am gone. I make enough money now to get my own house anyway. You know, from the business Uncle Randy paid for?"
Dad's face turned bright purple the second I mentioned my uncles name. He began to scream get out, get out, over and over again. I walked into my room and slammed the door. Quickly changed clothes and packed what clothing I wanted to bring with me, a duffel bag filled with my most prized possessions and my backpack which had all my tattoo design binders in it. I threw the door open and turned toward the stairs without looking at my dad. I couldn't. If I had seen the look of disinterest in his eyes it would have hurt too bad. Or, if I had seen the tears running down Monica's face as she mouthed "Please no" over and over it would have broken my heart.
When I got halfway down the stairs I pulled out my cell phone and hit the first number, Stella's from when I programmed it earlier. Surprised she picked up, a little buzzed but none the less. "Stella, it's Brandon. From the party? So listen, I need an elsewhere to be tonight, wanna continue our date? Good, see you in twenty."
When I got to the front door I slapped the phone closed and then slammed the door closed as hard as I could. I tossed all my bags into the backseat of my Camero and then gunned it out of the driveway. As I sped down the street I passed my mother coming home from her office party. She looked at me briefly and then I was gone.
