Brooke had her boyfriend Isaiah steal and sell her own purse ππΈ — just to help her mom Sharra fix her car ππ — but now Bethany has found out everything! π³π₯
Brooke had her boyfriend Isaiah steal and sell her own purse ππΈ — just to help her mom Sharra fix her car ππ — but now Bethany has found out everything! π³π₯
The morning sun peeked through the curtains, but Brooke’s heart was far from calm. π
She kept glancing at her phone, biting her lip as she paced her room. In just a few minutes, Isaiah would arrive — and what they were about to do could change everything.
Her mom Sharra still didn’t know how bad things had gotten. The car had broken down days ago, and she’d been borrowing rides from neighbors just to get to work. Brooke couldn’t stand watching her mom struggle anymore.
So she came up with a plan — one that made her sick just thinking about it.
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A soft knock came at the door. Brooke rushed to open it.
“Isaiah, hurry up — before Mom wakes up,” she whispered.
Isaiah stepped inside, wearing his hoodie and a nervous look. “You really sure about this, Brooke? I mean… we’re talking about your own purse.”
Brooke swallowed hard and nodded. “Yeah. Take it now. I don’t have time to think about it.”
She grabbed the expensive designer purse from her shelf — the one her dad had given her for her birthday — and handed it to him. π
“Sell it as fast as you can,” she said, her voice trembling. “Mom needs that car fixed before she loses her job.”
Isaiah hesitated, then took it. “You’re something else, Brooke. You know that?”
Brooke managed a weak smile. “Just… don’t tell anyone. Not a soul.”
And with that, he slipped out the back door. πΈ
A few minutes later, Brooke heard the school bus honk outside. She grabbed her backpack — but halfway down the stairs, she froze.
The purse was gone.
The shelf was empty.
And her heart was pounding.
She climbed onto the bus quietly, trying to look normal. But deep down, she could already feel the guilt eating her alive. ππ
By the time she got home that afternoon, Sharra was standing in her room, staring at the open window.
“Brooke! Someone broke in! Your purse — it’s gone!”
Brooke gasped, pretending to be shocked. “What?! No way!”
“Oh, sweetheart…” Sharra rushed over and hugged her. “Are you okay? Did you notice anything else missing?”
Brooke shook her head. “No, Mom. Just that. It’s okay, I’ll be fine.”
Inside, she could barely breathe.
She’d just lied to the one person she loved the most. π’
Later that night, Isaiah texted her.
“Got the money. $900. You did it.”
Brooke smiled faintly and replied, “Thanks. Mom’s gonna be okay now.”
She took the envelope of cash and left it on the kitchen counter the next morning.
“What’s this?” Sharra asked, puzzled.
“A grant from school,” Brooke lied. “They said I qualified for a student support program.”
Sharra’s eyes filled with tears. “Oh, honey… I’m so proud of you.”
Brooke smiled and hugged her tight — hiding the ache in her chest.
For a few days, everything seemed fine. The car was fixed, Sharra was happy again, and Brooke tried to convince herself she’d done the right thing.
Until Bethany showed up. π³
Bethany had a way of snooping into things that weren’t her business — and this time was no different.
She spotted Isaiah at a local pawn shop — the same day he sold the purse. She didn’t think much of it… until she saw the photo of the purse online later that night.
Bethany’s eyes widened. That’s Brooke’s purse.
And that’s when the pieces clicked together.
“So… Brooke didn’t get robbed,” Bethany muttered. “She staged the whole thing.” π
Two days later, Bethany cornered Brooke outside school.
“You think you’re clever, huh?” she smirked.
“What are you talking about?” Brooke asked, already tensing up.
“Oh, don’t play dumb. I know you had Isaiah steal your own purse. Sold it to fix Mommy’s car, didn’t you?”
Brooke’s blood ran cold. Her throat went dry.
“Bethany, please—”
“Relax,” Bethany interrupted. “I’m not gonna tell yet. But it’s funny how you pretend to be innocent while lying to your mom’s face.”
Brooke clenched her fists, fighting back tears. “You don’t understand. My mom needed help. I did what I had to.”
“Yeah?” Bethany sneered. “Well, when Sharra finds out, we’ll see how proud she feels then.”
Bethany walked away, leaving Brooke standing there — heartbroken, terrified, and angry. π€π
That night, Brooke couldn’t sleep. She stared at her ceiling, replaying Bethany’s words over and over.
Her phone buzzed again — this time, from Isaiah.
“Bethany knows.”
Brooke closed her eyes. “It’s over,” she whispered.
In the kitchen, Sharra’s car keys jingled on the counter — the very car Brooke had sacrificed everything to fix. π
Brooke touched them gently and whispered, “I did it for you, Mom… even if it costs me everything.” π
Now, Bethany holds the secret — and Brooke knows it’s only a matter of time before the truth comes out.
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