All Chapters of Born Different: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

She shuffled on socks to the door behind which her walk-in closet was hidden, and opened it. Immediately she met a fine, aromatic scent that she could not classify. What does it smell like?She closed her eyes dreamily, hoping to sharpen her sense of smell and to decipher the secret of the scent. She sniffed the air gently. For minutes until Ophelia gave up in disappointment and walked past her countless, valuable items of clothing by well-known designers with sagging shoulders. However, she only had eyes for the oversized mirror in front of her.Ophelia Monroe looked at her reflection. Not for the first time did she notice the resemblance to a doll. The pale, even porcelain skin, the face with the high cheekbones, the eyes with the long, thick eyelashes, all of this gave her a fragile and innocent look. In the next few years this little girl will grow into a beautiful woman who knows how to use her attractiveness. Men will turn around to her in rows, worship her and f

Michael Suffert, who everyone called Mickey, was the third oldest child of six. His parents had immigrated to Boston, Massachusetts, from Wexford, a town in southeast Ireland, after he was born, and settled in the Irish working-class district. His father Barry made his living as a metal worker and was rarely at home. His mother Doreen, meanwhile, took care of the crowd of children, who kept yelling and crying. The three youngest children in particular, all of whom were under ten, required their full attention.Mickey was therefore often left behind and had to see how he was getting on. His only support in this web of neglect and ignorance was his big brother Sean. He played soccer with him, fooled around and wandered around the houses late into the night. The two of them were six years apart, but Sean treated Mickey like a peer; they were at eye level. He did not try to patronize or discipline him. He didn't dictate anything to him, on the contrary. Thanks to him, he had alre

His gaze hung on the dog for minutes until Sean roughly grabbed his right shoulder and pulled him away from the fence."And? Did you see him? ”Although Mickey said yes , he convinced himself and looked through the crack as well."There's that peculiar mutt," he squeezed out and pulled his head back. "He'll experience his blue miracle today." Mickey Suffert watched as his brother shouldered the rifle and marched along the fence. Immediately he picked up his legs and hurried after Sean. Mickey was pumped full of adrenaline and endorphins that lifted him into another realm. He was in a different, wonderful world that made reality fade.The brothers stepped onto the property of the pensioner, who always kept a sheep at this time. They had nothing to fear from this frail man, severely hearing impaired from working in sawmills, who could hardly move without his walker. Even if he caught her on his property, he wouldn't be able to stop her.The two dared t

And the first steps into another; He had already started a new life with Sean's help, because he had introduced him to the drug business a few weeks ago. At first he was traveling with his big brother. He had introduced him to his contact person from whom he received the goods, which he then resold. Excited but very focused, he had watched the deals to understand exactly how the principle of drug trafficking worked. The 14-year-old was fascinated by the gloomy atmosphere of the forbidden, the adrenaline that intoxicated him and of course the sums of money that flowed and made his heart beat faster. He had never seen so many dollar bills at once before.All ahead of this sight had encouraged him to emulate Sean and follow him into crime. Mickey was greedy for danger, recognition, and money, and he wanted a lot more of it."You're in my way," his mother complained and roughly pushed him aside, interrupting his thoughts. "Get out of here and don't bother me." The redhead'

While she couldn't keep up with processing his words, he continued undeterred."Fucking shit, I don't want to end up like you guys! I hate you! ”, His ice-cold voice cracked like a whip on the love of the Irish woman and brutally tore it to shreds. The first tears glittered in the corners of her eyes, which threatened to break out.Mickey Suffert was in the process of ruining her family life, which she considered sacred and defined her. Because it existed only for her husband, the household and her group of children. Day in, day out. His thin lips curled up mockingly.How could you be so deluded and stupid not to see how worthless and monotonous your life was? Didn't his mother want to see how little control she actually had? How badly she had failed at everything? The redhead laughed out loud inwardly at Doreen Maria Suffert, a robust woman who wanted to show everyone how much she had everything under control, but in truth she was weak and pathetic. She w