Noone was family. Married into the family, family. He was married to her cousin. He was friendly and kind. Sometimes awkwardly kind, But Bambam assumed that she was fine.
At first.
Like her mother Bambam can sense when things feel off even if she can’t tell exactly why. The thing was Bambam would learn the hard way was that Noone could too.
Se would also learn that Noone was an opportunist.
See, the thing is that Bambam was at that age where hormones and rebellion come together to test the boundaries of ones endurance. Bambam was years in on the bullshit that had made her feel that type of way.
Still she was still young enough to dare to hope to find her place and people. It had started out as a annoyance that she had swallowed down in reference to her cousin and her thoughts on Bambam.
Noone saw an opening and where Bambam thought she had found a friend, it would soon come pass that there were ulterior motives.
By the time she saw it, she didn’t care about her cousins feelings and the catastrophe machine took control.
By the time Bambam cared about her own feelings she was so far in she knew. that there was only one way out.
Her mother.
Fucking fuck.
But also she knew deep down in her core that her mom mom would know what to do and she would protect her. It was deeply buried under the doubt Noone had planted. But it LOUD and rooted more deeply than Noone could ever reach.
She knew what she had to do.
With a weary sigh she took the next step on her journey that is the Tale of Bambam The Brave.