Chapter 3.9 From Disaster to WTF

Side Note Warning: As you may have guessed from the title, there is swearing in this chapter. Lincoln isn’t totally hopeless yet, but most of the time I can’t get him to control his mouth. There is also one picture that NSFW. Hopefully this is nothing too offensive.

 

I was still beyond pissed off at my parents when I sent Brandy & Mandy a text to meet me at the outdoor amphitheater. It was an unusually chilly night for it being almost summer. I started a small fire while I waited for them. The more I poked at the fire the angrier I got.

I was mad at everyone. I was mad at Mom & Dad for not supporting me. I am their only son, and they should want what is best for me. I was mad at Autumn for trying to talk me out of leaving. I know that she meant well, but she has no idea what it feels like to be me. I was even mad at Grandpa Ryan for dying. If he was still here he would have had my back and talked some sense into my parents. I was starting to get mad at Brandy & Mandy for taking forever to show up.

Where are they?!?!

 

“It is about time.” I said as I heard rustling in the bushes.

I was expecting to see Brandy and/or Mandy when I looked up from the firepit. However, standing in front of me was a frail, wrinkly old lady whom I had never seen before. She was wearing a pale yellow nightgown, with a matching headscarf trying to cover her thin grey hair. She was still standing several feet away from me, but I could smell her old lady stink from here.

“Please, sir,” the ugly old hag said, “please let me stand by your small fire. It is so cold outside, and I have nowhere else to go.”

What was I supposed to do? What would The Twins think of me if they saw me standing by this old fruitcake sharing the fire I made for them? In a firm tone, with annoyance and anger in my voice, I told her, “NO”.

“You would turn away a poor old woman?” she wailed. “You would say no someone asking for your help?”

“Listen you old kook, I don’t know who you think you are, but how dare you talk to me that way. You are starting to piss me off” this old bird just made the list of people I was mad at tonight. “It is not ​that cold out here, you’ll survive. Go find someone else to bother. I am waiting here for someone, so you need to go away now.”

 

The old hag took a step back and asked, “Would you be so rude if I looked like this?”

In a puff of smoke the old lady was gone. She had morphed into a young, hot, sexy woman wearing a see-through gold bikini that left nothing to the imagination. All of a sudden I wasn’t missing Brandy and Mandy anymore. Who needs those two when I have every man’s fantasy standing right in front of me? She took a few steps closer to me (unfortunately is was not close enough). She swayed her hips and flaunted everything in all the right places.

“Can I stand by your fire now?” she asked, her voice sounding as seductive as Marilyn Monroe.

“Why make yourself look like that crazy old lady when you can make yourself look hot?” I asked the almost naked bombshell. “Looking like that you can do more than just ​stand next to me.”

“I made myself look old because I wanted to see what type of person you truly are.” the sex kitten purred as she blew me a kiss.

 

To my dismay nothing happened between me and my sex goddess. Instead she changed form once again. She didn’t turn back into the old hag (thank plumbob). This time she took the form of someone I knew all too well; my ex Becca.

“What the fuck is going on here?” I demanded to know what happened to the sexy super model? “What kind of fucked up game are you playing here?”

 

“I told you, I wanted to see what type of person you really are.”, Becca smiled as she spoke to me, although I couldn’t understand why. She was acting like she was privy to a joke that only she thought was funny.

These games were starting to get on my nerves. I had a few questions for my ex that needed to be answered right now. Like how the fuck did she know I was here, what the fuck is she doing here, and what the fuck is up with her not so funny magic trick? Before I could ask these questions aloud Becca chimed in with her responses.

“I put an enchantment on Brandy & Mandy’s phones. I have seen every perverted, disgusting sext you have sent them, and all of the gross sexts they have sent to you. I knew that you had asked them to meet you here tonight. I also made sure that they would not be able to read your message, so you can stop wondering where they are. The Slut Twins aren’t coming. I needed to get you alone.” Becca’s response only added more questions.

“But why?”

“I need the world to see you for who you really are Lincoln Charming.” Becca’s ridiculous smile was replaced with anger (another look that does not look good on her). “I want the world to see you for the monster you really are.”

I guess that I can be man enough to admit that I haven’t always been perfect all of the time. I’m not the model student that my parents want me to be. But to call me a monster? What did I ever do to her? Who does this bitch think she is?!

 

“You are rude, selfish, arrogant, mean, and selfish” Becca was madder than she was during Prom. So mad that she was having a hard time putting sentences together. “You are…you are… you are nothing but a beast!”

I had heard enough of Becca and her stupid insults. I wanted to walk away and leave this psycho behind me, but I couldn’t go anywhere. As hard as I tried I couldn’t get my feet to move. Becca had put a spell on me using some supernatural force that was beyond my control.   Before I knew it, she had my feet off the ground, lifting me a foot into the air. I kicked as I tried to fight my way out from under her spell, but all of my efforts were useless. I knew wasn’t going anywhere until she had finished her rant.

 

“You are a beast, and soon the whole world will know it.” Becca still had me under her control. She had me suspended off the ground, unable to run away.

But even then I wasn’t worried. What is the worst this girl could do to me? I am Lincoln James Charming. Nothing can hurt me. As she spoke I just laughed at her.

“I can see that you are not taking this seriously, but soon you will.” threatened Becca. She uttered some words that were not from this world, and a bolt of lightning shot out of her fingertips and pierced right through me.

For a split second nothing happened. I was about to laugh at her again, but then an immense pain suddenly shot through me. I felt like my skin was being poked with a million tiny needles. My insides felt like they were on fire. I became numb and yet fully aware of the pain all at the same time. I was involuntarily convulsing, but even then my feet wouldn’t fall. I was still supernaturally stuck in place as the lightning sent painful shockwaves up and down my body. It was a billion times worse than anything I could have ever experienced. My skin began to itch and burn, almost like it was melting off. The excruciating pain was getting so intense that I lost my vision. All I saw was white hot pain. After it was all finally over I found myself on the ground gasping for air.

 

Even through the pain I could still hear Becca’s words loud and clear.

“I am not done with you yet, Lincoln. I don’t know if it is my curiosity, or my need to make you suffer. Maybe it is a little bit of both. But I am going to leave you this rose as to remind you that even the most beautiful things can hurt you. And as a fun little bonus for me, I am going to add a little clause to this spell. If, and only ​if​, you can learn to actually truly love someone, ​and ​have that person love you in return; only then will this spell be broken.   Maybe you can change. Maybe you have learned your lesson. But who am I kidding, you will never love anyone but yourself. And who could ever learn to love a beast?”

 

After the pain subsided enough to allow me to stand, I tried getting my bearings. I knew where I was, obviously I was still at the outdoor amphitheater. Yet, it all looked different. It smelled different. Sounded different. I even felt different, and not just from the pain caused by the bolts of lightning Becca shot me with. I looked down at my hands and….

WHAT THE FUCK!!!

 

Author’s note: So there you have it. After 9 chapters we learn that this generation’s fairytale will be Beauty and the Beast. This story, however, will be told from the point of view of the beast. I am excited to show off the rest of Lincoln’s new look (I went on the CC Hunt to end all CC Hunts), but that will have to wait until the next chapter. 😉

I am dying to know what you all think. I would love to hear any feedback. I tried very hard not to leave too many hints about the fairytale reveal. Did any of you have any ideas about Lincoln being The Beast before reading this chapter? Let me know.  

And as always, have a great day or night depending on when you are reading this.