$ugga Momma (Old Version)

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Reaching over Mrs. Davidson let her thumb graze over the girl's soft face. She felt the textures of her lips and the shape of her nose. Brooke didn't even stir as she fanned her eyelashes.

Propping up her head she smiled looking at the shape of her body. It was put on display perfectly with just a sheet covering her. The brunette hair that surrounded her laid crazily and Mrs. Davidson sighed with happiness. Even thought it may have looked like it they hadn't even had sex. Brooke was suffering from allergies, so she had given her a pill to help her before she decided to shower.

Leaving her bath only five minutes prior she came to lay down while dried but fell asleep as soon as her head hit the expensive pillows that surrounded her.

Glancing up Mrs. Davidson watched the open window blow her curtains around softly, they had picked a movie to watch together but she didn't mind watching it alone. Just the feeling of having the girl laying next to her was enough to make her so happy.

Furrowing her brows, she saw lights flash as if they were coming down her drive way. She got up slowly and looked out the window to see her soon to be ex-husband stumble out of his car. Sighing she ran over to her lover and shook her awake. "Brooke go hide in the closet. I have some clothes you can get under."

She didn't even fight. The young girl rubbed her eyes and did as she was told quickly. Brooke was barely awake, so she didn't know exactly what was going on but she felt the urgency.

Medicine seemed to effect her very easily.

Closing the closet door behind her, she felt bad for hiding her. That wasn't something she wanted to do at all, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Throwing some trash away she put on her silk robe just as the door sung open.

"Baby." He slurred Holding the door. "You look beautiful."

"Go back to your hotel Jerry." She whispered looking him up and down.

"Why don't you want me here?" He asked loosing his tie and looking around. "Oh my god." He placed his hand over his mouth. "You are cheating on me?"

"What?" Sophie answered looking around. "Jerry, you are drunk."

Watching him a tumbling over to the table she realized she forgot to hide Brooke's glasses. She never wore them usually but at night when her contacts came out she put them on and would joke about how they looked like an old frail
Couple.

The man grabbed them and looked them over. "Who's are they? Where is he?" Throwing them down the man dropped to the ground and looked under the bed. "Come out bitch! Your screwing my wife!"

Clenching her jaw Mrs. Davidson watched him act like an utter fool as he ran around the room searching for the man he imagined. She grabbed Brooke's glasses and put them in her pocket as he searched the bathroom.

"Is that why you want to leave me?" He cried. "Do you love someone else?"

"I want to leave you because I don't love YOU Jerry." Mrs. Davidson shook her head as he dropped down on his knees. "You look pathetic."

"You love him." He cried holding his head in hands. In a way she did feel sorry for him. She couldn't imagine if everything was reversed and she was on her knees in front of Brooke. Looking over at the closet, she suddenly became angry. She would kill anyone who touched her sweet Brooke.

"Get up." She demanded going to the dresser. Wobbling as he did so he caught the clothes the blonde threw at him. "Go back to your hotel. And fly out tomorrow. I don't want you here Jerry."

"We can't work this out?"

"No, we can't."

"Walking to the door and stopping he used his clean clothes to dry his face. "When I found out who it is I will ruin him."

Lifting her head up slightly Mrs. Davidson smiled. "I'm sure you will."

He scanned her perfectly shaped body one last time and sniffed roughly. "At one time that was mine."

"I was never yours, Jerry."

Throwing the clothes down he became angry. "Listen bitch you have a lot of attitude and I'm tired of it."

She squinted her eyes waiting for him to react. For some reason she enjoyed watching him react so negatively. She wondered how far she could push him.

"I made love to you." He walked up until he was only a few inches from her. She could smell the alcohol on him, so she rubbed her noise and cleared her throat.

"Wasn't very memorable I guess."

Undoing his pants, his face became red with anger. "I'll show you memorable bitch!"

Seeing him whip out what he thought to be a good scare tactic Mrs. Davidson looked down at his bare parts and giggled. "This little thing!" She threw her head back and laughed obnoxiously. "What are you going to do with that?"

"If you don't stop, I'll fuck you with it. Put you in your place you fucking bitch. You have no damn respect. I gave you everything!"

Sitting on the bed, she shook her head. "Then come try to take me."

Letting his lip quiver slightly he looked at the curtains that still blew around. "If you leave me. I will make sure that you and him get the press you deserve."

Not reacting she watched him pick up the clothes that laid on the floor from his tantrum. "All press is good press."

With a firm slam of the door she was left alone in the room. She needed to erase everything. The lawyers would be digging everywhere, and she couldn't leave anything behind. Locking the door and window. Mrs. Davidson went to the closet and smiled seeing the girl curled up in the pile of clothes snoring softly. She really needed to cut those pills in half for her next time.

"Brooke, baby." Stirring her slightly she gave up with the waking method and scooped her up in her arms. Luckily she was such a tiny, petite girl that her weight was almost nothing.

Standing for a minute she held her in her arms and examined her. She had a craving to take her. After that interaction with Jerry all she wanted to do was remind herself what she had.

Laying her on the bed, she shook her again. "Brooke, are you awake?"

She nodded stretching her arms in the air.

Smiling Mrs. Davidson laid on her stomach and stuck her legs in the air like a giggly school girl. What amazed her about this whole situation was how real it was. Countless times she laid lonely imagining what it would be like to have her right there and now she was right here. Like a fish out of water.

For some reason all she could think about what was the first day she saw Brooke. She was the new girl, an odd one out. And Mrs. Davidson was printing copies in the tiny room. She had to go through the cafeteria to hand the extras to Mr. Stevenson and for the first time ever she sat down to talk with him. Not because of him of course, but because she saw Brooke. She ate alone and read a book. Not any book, though: a Bibliography of Ivan, the great. What kind of teenage girl would willingly sit to read something like that?

She couldn't take her eyes off of her. And now a few months later she was in the same predicament only Brooke was laying in her bed. She was already back snoring slightly. She must have been daydreaming for a while because she realized the younger girl was in the middle of a dream herself.'She couldn't tell if it was good or not because her hand would twitch and then her eyebrows would bend downwards. What could she possible be dreaming about?

Taking her hand Mrs. Davidson realized how tense she was. She even started shaking slightly.

Shushing her, the blonde got under the covers and scooped her up, so she was holding her firmly in her arms.

The shaking continued for a minute more. So she brushed her hair down and tightened her grip. Soon her tense shoulders fell and her once board like posture was replaced by her almost dead like weight.

Seeing the girls phone go off Mrs. Davidson reached over to silence it. The name Lea lit up the screen however sending anger straight to her chest.

Unlocking the device, the blonde read through the text messages.

L: Hey, I know we haven't talked in a bit, but I'll be coming home soon for Prom. Would you like to go with me?

I'm glad your coming home, but I don't really do dances. Too many horny people with smelly sweat.

L: Well, I had a huge job, and I just really want to be able to tell you in person, but I got paid really well B. I want to bring you up here with me.

But this is my home right now? I have to finish school Lea.

L: I'll pay for everything.

L: Brooke?

Mrs. Davidson bit the inside of her jaw in thought. This must have been where Brooke decided not to text back. The read receipt read yesterday. Of course her love was loyal. Gullible? Yes, but disloyal no.

Seeing the screen light up again the blonde smiled seeing her words.

L: Don't tell Mrs. Davidson anything ok?