Purpose: Whisperer of Night
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Chapter seven: Brooke F-Laurence
Brooke’s mother hasn’t been home for over 20 days and the first thing her mother does the moment she got back was invite her boss over for dinner, like she hadn’t just spent 3 weeks with the guy.
“Do you like this guy?” Brooke asked her mother as her mother chopped vegetables for dinner.
“He’s my boss I have to like him.”
“No you don’t a lot of people don’t like their bosses it’s a fairly normal thing to feel actually, but they deal with it you seem to be doing a lot more than dealing.”
“Look Brooke, be nice. I don’t want you bad mouthing him I will not be held accountable for what he does if he takes offence to anything you have to say…or do.”
“No worries I don’t plan on sticking around let alone actually speak to him,” Brooke said as she hopped down from the kitchen stool.
“You will so be here young lady!” her mother yelled.
“Why? He’s not my boss.”
“And you will be here on time at 7o’clock,” she finished as if Brooke hadn’t uttered a word.
That gave her 45 minutes to conjure up some other plans, she thought to herself as she left the house.
Brooke hasn’t talked to Skylar sense she yelled at her yesterday. Skylar was upset that she had disturbed her mother, but Brooke found it hard to believe that all her mother does now is sleep.
“Hey Skinny Minnie,” Casper said strolling along beside her.
“Casper,” Brooke said in acknowledgement as she stared across the street at Skylar’s house.
Brooke walked up Skylar’s porch stairs and contemplated knocking.
“Are you going to go in?” Casper asked.
“No,” Brooke said simply.
“Ok, so how’d it go, you know now that your mother’s back and everything?” Casper asked as she descended the porch stairs.
“It’d be easier to answer if you asked how it didn’t go,” she said as she stood beside Casper and watched Ryder’s car pull to a stop in front of Skylar’s house.
“I don’ trust him,” Brooke said to Casper, motioning toward Ryder. “I want you to keep tabs on him, tell me everything there is to know about Skylar’s new toy.”
“We’re not going to—”
“No of course not,” Brooke said cutting him off immediately. “It’d be too risky but I’d love more than anything to see him powerless and without control,” she added.
“I second that,” he mumbled.
“Watch his every move,” she instructed.
“And what will you be doing?”
“I will have to endure the torturous sight of my mother on a date with her boss.”
“You know she can’t be moving on.”
“Yea I know,” she said softly.
“So why don’t you tell her?” he suggested.
“He doesn’t want me to,” she said sadly.
“Well good luck with that,” he said realizing exactly where her problems lie.
“Yea, thanks,” she said before walking back home.
“I was seconds away from ordering a search party,” Brooke’s mother said dramatically as Brooke entered the house and hung up her jacket.
“Mom it’s only 7:11 I’m not that late geeze,” she said walking toward the kitchen where a man with brown eyes and ear length black hair sat.
“Brooke this is my boss Mr. Henderson,” Brooke’s mother said as she motioned toward the man sitting at their kitchen table.
Brooke wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to the sight of another man sitting in her father’s chair.
“It’s nice to meet you Brooke, and please call me Hank.”