$ugga Momma (Old Version)

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Mrs. Davidson walked around the clean room letting her fingertips run across the surfaces. There was no dust that grabbed on to her fingers and no obstacle that was in her way. Everything was set so perfectly that she realized Brooke had a real talent. Sure OCD can quickly turn into something unmanageable but from what she saw it just made Brooke more perfect. Oh the scenes she imagined when she closed her eyes.

She saw a life together. Waking up in the morning to see her making breakfast and cleaning the house. Their joined closet organized perfectly and their kids room picked up after their day of play and fun. She would keep Brooke educated, pay for her to learn as much as she wanted. And Brooke would provide her with love and stability. That's all she's wanted.

It may be odd to others, Her thought process, but to her it made perfect sense.

She knew only a few things when she was finally of age to make her own future. She wanted someone who could take care of her in ways of stability and love, and to have someone like that she needed money to take care of her in return.

Of course coming from her past she couldn't do it herself. It wasn't possible because of the poor choices she had made before.

But a rich husband?

That could be obtained and very easily at that.

She watched a lot of men, and he was perfect. Jerry had the self-esteem of a clam but had the wallet of a king from family ties. She just needed him until she found the one.

Walking over to the side of Brooke's bed she watched the sleeping girl. She laid flat on her back snoring softly as the music from her headphones played in her ear. Bending down and laying her head on her arms she smiled watching the girl's chest rise slowly. Everything about her was perfect. She even smelled like home.

Reaching over slowly Mrs. Davidson ran her hand carefully over her silky brown hair. It was still slightly wet from what she assumed a shower earlier. She let her hand run down until she cupped the girl's cheek. Brooke stirred slightly but laid her head in Mrs. Davidson's hand unknowingly. "See, you want me just like I want you." She whispered.

Letting go slowly, she walked over to her desk. She sat in her chair and opened the drawers carefully trying not to make too much noise. She didn't have much, but she assumed it could only be because of her mind. Brooke's thoughts passed by a million miles a second and she probably didn't have the time to write down what she felt. If only she could open up her head and find out what she was thinking. Looking up at the ceiling, she watched the fan swing around.

Her phone.

Getting up and walking to her beside table, she searched finding the charger that lead her to Brooke's phone hidden away in the drawer

Of course it was locked. What kind of password would Brooke use?

She looked at the pretty rain wallpaper and smiled. She liked getting to hold something that was always in Brooke's hand. It made her jealous in a way.

Going back over to the desk, she knew an organized girl like her wouldn't do anything without writing down all her passwords. That was too risky for Brooke. Searching quickly she smiled seeing a little brown spiral. Flipping through it Mrs. Davidson swooned slightly realizing everything she needed to know was in this tiny book. Grabbing her own phone, she started taking pictures of all her passwords.

Having no luck finding the password to her phone she still smiled gloriously. If anything she could log into her own computer with her accounts and find out absolutely everything.

Putting everything back the way it was Mrs. Davidson leaned on the doorframe for a minute longer watching Brooke sleep. She couldn't get over the smallest details that were so perfect on her. Sighing she decided it was time to go.

Walking out of the house and making sure everything was locked the blonde sat in her car and started to sign in to all of Brooke's accounts.

Her social medias were hard to study because she didn't seem to be on them very often. She had a few pictures here or there. Or a news article that didn't seem very interesting, but nothing that could really tell her more. Her DM's were intriguing but of nothing useful because all conversations were stopped a couple of months ago. She was talking to a couple of people it seemed, but she didn't seem like she like them. They asked about her and asked for her, but she would politely decline.

That made her so proud.

Holding the phone up to her heart, she bite her lip and kept scrolling.

All of this was interesting, but she still didn't know what her texts were like. Did she talk about her? Does she tell others about her forbidden love for her teacher?

Opening up another social media app she tilted her head seeing an unopened message from someone she didn't know. Rolling her when she saw the picture she realized people were probably sending her stuff like this all the time. How could she shield Brooke's delicate eyes from gross stuff like that? She should be the only one that she sees.

Biting the inside of her mouth in thought Mrs. Davidson texted her husband.

What's Brooke's number?

Not even a second later he replied with the information she needed.

Without responding to him, she added the number to her phone and looked through her own camera roll. If she wanted Brooke to not be corrupted by others she had to show her what was hers. She was probably curious and if that's the case she could discover whatever she needed to, but only with her. Anyone else who tried to message her would have a very painful awaking. Especially this boy, who thought her dear Brooke would want to see him naked.

Blocking his profile, she erased the images and typed in Brooke's number. She choose a picture she had taken just the other day. It was just of her face and breasts with nothing covering her except a very lacy, sexy, revealing bra. Sending it Mrs. Davidson bit her fingernail nervously. She needed to more context.

Hey, I was just trying some new make up looks. What do you think?

Staring at that message, she sighed and erased it.

Hey Brooke. Sorry to bother you so late. I'm feeling lonely, so I started to do my make up. What do you think?

It was corny sure, but it had to be done. Sending the message she looked up at the house she was once in and saw her bedroom light turn on.

Widening her eyes Mrs. Davidson turned off her car and watched carefully. How did a text message wake her up, but a woman walking in her room did not? She smiled, different reflexes for different reasons she supposed.

Feeling her phone vibrate she looked down with shaky hands

You look good :) is that a new foundation?

She smiled, Yes, does it match well?

I don't think any make up would be as stupid as to not match with the fearless Mrs.Davidson ;)

Laughing to herself, she bit her nails again and watched the shadow in her window pace back and forth.

She texted again, Why are you feeling lonely?

My bed is empty, my house is empty, and I just feel empty I guess. She thought for a few seconds. I'm sorry if it's weird I texted you. You're just the only one I trust in this town.

Don't be sorry. I'll come over today if that's alright?

That sounds great. I'll drive you after school?

Watching the dots anxiously Mrs. Davidson cheered silently seeing the thumbs up emoji. Looking up she saw Brooke's light turn off once again. She wondered if she liked the picture at all. Was she just being nice?

Turning her car back on and driving home she wondered what it would be like to wake up to her. She needed her. Her plan was perfect but it was slow, she needed to start speeding it up.