The internet was ablaze with chaos. A troll known as Hebrew Mahomie had emerged, targeting antisemites and unleashing relentless fury against those who dared to spread hate. It was more than just trolling; it had become a dangerous game that escalated quickly. Reports circulated about threats, intimidation, and, most horrifying of all, a death linked to the online harassment. The news hit close to home, leaving Isiah visibly shaken.
“I don’t like this, Haddassah,” he said, concern etched on his face. “What if Hebrew Mahomie is you? I can’t take that chance.” He turned to her, urgency in his tone. “We need to take you to Patrick. He can help us figure this out.”
Hadassah shrugged, unfazed by the situation. “I’m not some internet hitler, Dad. I have better things to do than troll people online.” But Isiah wasn’t convinced. His protective instincts kicked in as he led her to Patrick’s house, hoping to uncover the truth behind her seemingly indifferent demeanor.
Once they arrived, the atmosphere felt tense. Patrick was in the middle of a meeting when they walked in. His focus shifted to Hadassah, who was sitting casually on the couch, scrolling through her phone like nothing mattered.
“Hadassah, we need to talk,” Patrick began, concern lining his face.
She looked up, her expression neutral. “About what? The world’s problems? Because I’m really busy.”
“About what’s going on with people making the victim Israel again,” Patrick continued, leaning forward. “You know how Israel is just a bully in the Middle East, stealing land and committing atrocities. The Jews are the scum of the earth, and it’s ridiculous how people can’t see the truth behind it all.”
Hadassah’s eyes remained locked on her phone, her face betraying nothing. “Okay,” she said flatly, unfazed.
Patrick pressed on, frustration mounting. “It’s sickening how people dismiss Palestinian suffering. They act like it’s all a scam to gain sympathy. October 7 this, October 7 that—it’s absolutely ridiculous.”
“Can you not?” Hadassah finally snapped, glancing up from her phone. “You sound like a fucking therapist, and I didn’t come here to be lectured.”
“Maybe you need a bucket on Jew gold,” Patrick shot back, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
“Wow, great help, Patrick! Just what I need,” she growles, rolling her eyes.
But just as the tension in the room reached a boiling point, Hadassah’s phone buzzed with a new message. She glanced at it, her expression momentarily hardening before returning to its usual calm. Suddenly, Brittney called, her voice cracking with panic.
“Patrick! You won’t believe the DMs that just went out about you! You are a fucking pedo!”
“Brittney, chill! What are you talking about?” Patrick replied, feeling the tension spike.
“I don’t have time to chill! I’m serious! You need to do something! This isn’t a joke! It’s about our kids, Bronze and Sterling!”
“Brittney, what do you mean?” Patrick asked, alarm rising in his chest.
“They’re bringing Hadassah into this mess! Why are you flirting with her?!"
“Hadassah is fine! She’s just a kid!” he shouted back.
“No, Patrick, you need to listen to me!” Brittney’s voice was frantic. “This is bigger than you realize! I can’t let anything happen to bronze or sterling! You need to take this seriously! They’re coming for both of them!”
Just then, Hadassah’s expression hardened, and she turned her phone off. “Great, now my life is the topic of gossip.”
“Hadassah, this isn’t just about you!” Isiah interjected, his voice firm. “We need to see how you are from whatever this is turning into.”
Brittney’s voice blared through the phone again. “Patrick, I swear to God, if you don’t get your shit together, I’m going to—”
“Get my shit together? What are you talking about?” Patrick shouted back, feeling the pressure building.
“You’re acting like this is a joke! This is about our kids!” Brittney yelled, her voice breaking. “You sick fuck! You think it’s okay to let Hadassah get dragged into this? What kind of groomer are you? You’re a kid diddler!”
“Brittney, that’s out of line! I’m trying to help!” Patrick yelled, his eyes widening in shock.
But Brittney wasn’t listening anymore. “You’re just going to let it happen? I can’t do this anymore! I won’t let you put our kids in danger!”
A silence filled the room as Hadassah looked between her dad and Patrick , faking being concerned . “What’s happening?”
“Nothing, Hadassah,” Isiah whispered, his voice hollow. “Just—”
Then there was a sudden, chilling sound. The call dropped abruptly, followed by a loud bang.
Patrick’s heart raced as he realized what had just happened. “No… Brittney, no!”
He lunged for the phone, but it was too late. The reality hit him like a freight train. He could only stare at the device in disbelief, the finality of it crashing down around him.
He looked up at Hadassah as she smirked "why did she die?" Patrick inquiried
"Am Israel chai gentile" Hadassah said her smirk growing bigger
