Chapter 26
This is one of the shorter chapters, only because I feel like there needs to be more focus on the ones that apply to Nichole and the winchesters as a whole. Like goat (LAZYNESS) wanting to do something but physically not being able.
The Pig
"Stop fooling around and just give it to me!" Nichole snatched the plate of fries away from the waitress.
A young women with a blue apron that read, welcome to pigs in a blanket, hurried away from the table.
Her father rolled his eyes. "Don't you think you should slow down?"
Nichole's eyes snapped to the man sitting across from her, she remembered his eye, he had dated her mother for almost a year before Nichole finally drove his ass out of her house. She was eight years old while he lived with them, he always told her she ate too much, that she was fattening up.
She knew she'd always been curvy, even as a child but his taunts were always cruel and uncalled for.
"Shut your mouth!"
Nichole was the same age as she is now, her body stretched and pulled around her in a painful way. She felt like she was going to explode if she ate anything bigger than an after dinner mint. (movie reference)
Like she'd gorged herself full for the past 24 hours, her stomach felt like it was about to explode and spill it's continence all over the dinner walls.
"You're mother was so beautiful, how'd she end up with a slob like you?"
"Funny I was about to say the same thing. I would say we should ask her but she's dead."
Her step father flinched, "We both know it wasn't me who killed her."
Nichole yelled loud over the crowd to order her desert.
"Cake!"
When it was brought to the table the two glared at each other while Nichole picked up her fork.
"You take one more bite of anything and I swear-"
But it was already too late, as soon as Nichole swallowed that first bite of cake her stomach snapped. Her body was quickly filled with stomach acid and food waist, she died only minutes later, her face in landing in her chocolate cake.