The Terrorist Next Door: Hate at first Sight: 1, #1

By Coach De Bruyns

The Terrorist Next Door is a fiction about Jack's new neighbors who happen to be Moslems. In his attempt to be patriotic Jack finds out interesting things about his neighbors thinking that he would keep the homeland safe. However, in the process he finds himself conflicted between his stereotypes and his new found 'friends.' This motivates him to improve his own life and in the process becomes the man he never thought he could be. The Terrorist Next Door is the first in a series of books I intend on writing following along the same theme. It highlights the various cultural nuances amongst various people within the landscape of the post-modern world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Coach De Bruyns
• Release date: Mar 17, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215779422

Coach De Bruyns

Coach De Bruyns is a South African writer and blogger whose focus is on helping men integrate their masculinity within themselves and within the world at large. He graduated in the field of Religion Studies and has also worked extensively in establishing several businesses. In addition to his academic and business life, he is actively engaged in physical training. He is a university lecturer that specialises in teaching English as a Foreign Language. He has two wives and ten children.

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Dedication

You can’t choose your parents or your siblings. You can’t always choose the circumstances you find yourself in. But you can always choose the manner in which you conduct yourself in your own life.  I dedicate this book to people who want to improve their lives regardless of the circumstances they find themselves in.

Dedication 

Who am I 

My first day on the job 

The new neighbor 

My Mum’s new BF 

Mona moans 

I’m surrounded 

Tammy 

Overbearing MUM 

bE the best! 

Trouble at work! 

What does it say 

The distraction 

Helen wants to get married 

The consummation 

wedding plans 

The announcement 

The arrest 

Chapter 1

Who am I

Am I a loser?

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i I’m Jack Higgins. I’m going to tell you my story of how I met the girl of my dreams and... FROZE. Well, yeah, at first I froze, then I sulked. After sulking, I gained some extra weight. But before we get into all that, let me tell you what my life was like, and why I needed to change it. First let me switch off this video game because I’m like so way ahead of everyone else on Fortnite, I just can’t afford to get distracted - from the game I mean. It’s funny how that works. I always say it’s a matter of perspective. For some people, games distract them from the real world, whereas for me, the real world distracts me from my games - or at least it used to.

I’m an American man from Round Rock, Texas where I live with my Mum. Incase you didn’t know, Round Rock is a small town near Austin. Someone called it Round Rock because, well, there’s an actual round rock in the creek. This little town sucks because, well, I know everyone here and everyone knows me. When you’re in a town like this and  everyone thinks you’re a loser, then a loser you’ll stay. The ballots are in, as they say. People here don’t only know me, they know my father and grandfather and my mother’s entire family. We are like the original Texans I guess, the real deal - not that there’s much to be proud of. Like most Texans from these parts, we come from a long line of military service. A line that, unfortunately, stopped with my Dad- God rest his soul. I hear about the greatness of my ancestors all the time, which also goes with some judgmental encouragement, you should follow in their footsteps son. It’s just another way of saying I’m a loser. The only thing I have of my Dad is a medal and a picture. I was seven years old when he was killed in Iraq fighting against those crazy A RABS. It’s hard being the referees of the world. We always have to go sort out the crazy shit happening in other countries so we can bring peace, democracy and what not. I sometimes wonder how I, an American, originating in the greatest nation of the world, the heroes and saviors of all humanity, could do my part. My great ancestors are probably gonna be embarrassed to receive me when we stand in front of Abraham Lincoln, or God, or whatever. I’m not exactly sure how it works. I usually sit and sleep at the back on Sunday when we go to Church. The greatness of America, the Church, God, the President, is really sometimes all just a big blur to me. But yeah, fuck it, it’s irrelevant. I just know that the A Rabs and those Muslamic folks are evil and that’s who our enemies are. That’s good enough for me.

I’m told that my Dad was a real hero. He saved many men’s lives during his service in the army. He went to Iraq to liberate the women and children from the Muslamic rules, like women are all prisoners there. While he tried to save them, they killed him. Those fucking A rabs are all crazy. We even have some A rabs in the white house. That’s why I think Trump was right. America should be for Americans, but the Indians who were here before us are alright I reckon. I heard one of them say that they were here first. I reckon that’s fair enough, but that chick in Hijab in the white house... yeah maybe she should go back to Arabia or wherever she comes from. Anyway, the bottom line is that they hate our freedom and democracy. That’s what President Bush said. I might’ve joined the army, I know a lot of people there. Ever since I was a kids it felt like the right thing to do. My Mum, however, didn’t have the stomach to lose another person to war, and vowed that she’d raise me never to join the army. She’d always say, Jack, them business ain’t ours. Let them folks sort out their own shit. I already lost your father, I ain’t gonna lose you too. She sure did a good job of that. I’m too fat anyway to join the army but I also haven’t joined much else.  I was kinda wondering to myself, if one day when they have robot soldiers, would my military gaming skills come in handy. Wouldn’t that be sick? I’ve killed lots of virtual A rabs online. Elon Musk is a true all American hero, building the technology that will make soldiers of men like me.

I am likely one of the greatest gamers in the world because that’s basically what I’ve done with most of my time. In school I kinda sucked at sports, so that was a no-no for me. Instead, I focused on exercising my two thumbs, and boy are they really strong. That’s why I have such an amazing rounded physique. It’s convenient too. When I’m having a snack I can rest things on the top of my stomach. How many people can do that?  At five foot five with a belly that makes me look around eight month pregnant it wasn’t possible for me to do track or play basketball. Like really, they should invent more sports for people like me right? They should call it, sports for men who can’t see their own dicks. What can I say, my life is great. Or at least it was great until my Mum got fed-up with me.

Having spent nearly most of my childhood on the couch playing games because my Mum didn’t like that the kids outside would beat me up, I wasn’t sure on how else to live or what else to do. Just because I’m twenty-five years old, my crazy ass Mum has been insisting that I get a job. A JOB? What for? I like earn money playing games, that’s way cooler. Anyway, so everything was all good. I had my stash of porn, my awesome gaming console, my VR headset and things were perfect. Who needs anything else, right? Well, we do kinda need the Metaverse, that would be awesome and right up my alley. I don’t much like the real world anyway. I look like an average white guy, only I’m fatter than most and shorter than most. But other than that, I’m blonde, with blue eyes, a semi protruding forehead, and a wide jaw. I would have a strong jawline if you could see it underneath the fat. Ever since a kid my Mum kept my semi curly blonde hair short. I’m not exactly known for my good looks.

My Mum has two jobs because she says she’s gotta be both a father and a mother. For a woman in her early forties, my Mum is still fairly attractive. She maintains her slight build because she works so hard and is about the same height as I am. She too is blonde and has scary green eyes. She has faint eyebrows and is pretty pale in complexion. Her red lipstick she wears contrasts sharply against her pale face like a Japanese flag. She usually gets home at about 10pm every night from her second job at Starbucks. She always said that back in the day it wasn’t so easy to get a college education and at any rate she got knocked-up really young. She and my Dad were seniors together in high school, and made me on their prom night on the back seat of my Dad’s Buick. My Mum would always say my Dad was the most handsomest man she ever laid her eyes on. Unlike me, he was tall, muscular, had dark brown eyes and pitch black hair. He had tanned skin from spending hours on the football field, and was mighty popular. When people say that the apple doesn’t fall very far from the tree, they weren’t talking about me. He had thick black eyebrows, high cheek bones, and a sharp nose. He had a wide set strong jaw and was  a tough man to beat in a fight. After my Mum fell pregnant, my Dad married my Mum, and had to pretend that the deed