Breaking Rip Revenge: Lucie by Libby — Aggressively Pull & Push Baby, Just Shout in Shocked for Help
Deep in the thick heart of the forest, a quiet tension lingered among the monkey troop. Life was usually full of playful chases and family grooming, but not today. Today, emotions ran high—especially between two mothers, Libby and Lucie.
Lucie, a young but caring mother, had a bright and curious baby who was just learning to climb and explore. Her days were spent guiding and protecting her little one, showing patience even when her baby wandered too far. Libby, on the other hand, had always been more assertive—sometimes too much. Fierce, proud, and known for her dominant behavior, she rarely got along with others who challenged her space or authority.
Trouble had been building between them for days. A minor scuffle over food had turned into side glances and cold distance. But no one expected things to spiral the way they did.
That afternoon, the troop was resting near a shaded cluster of trees after a long forage. The babies played nearby under the watchful eyes of their mothers. Lucie’s baby had toddled a few feet away, chasing falling leaves, unaware of danger. Libby sat perched on a low branch, grooming herself and watching silently.
Suddenly, without warning, Libby descended from her branch like a flash of anger. Her eyes locked on Lucie’s baby. What triggered her aggression no one knows—was it territory? Jealousy? Leftover resentment? Whatever it was, it boiled over into revenge.
In a shocking burst, Libby lunged at Lucie’s baby, aggressively pulling the baby by the arm and then pushing it to the side, rough and without care. The baby let out a sharp, frightened squeal that cut through the quiet forest. Lucie, only a few feet away, turned instantly, eyes wide in horror.
“No!” she screeched, her voice full of shock and panic. She dashed forward as Libby gripped and shoved again, dragging the tiny baby a few inches like a rag doll. The other mothers nearby paused—too stunned to move, frozen in disbelief at the sudden attack.
Lucie’s heart nearly stopped. The sight of her baby being tossed, helpless and terrified, unleashed a fierce, protective rage in her. She shouted loudly, her cries echoing through the trees. Her voice wasn’t just a scream—it was a shout for help, a desperate call to stop the unthinkable.
Lucie reached Libby in a blink, clawing the air to shield her child. Libby stood her ground for a moment, shoulders raised, chest heaving with dominance, daring anyone to challenge her. But Lucie didn’t hesitate. She grabbed her baby from Libby’s reach, holding the trembling little one close against her chest. The baby clung tightly, crying in soft, gasping sobs.
The other monkeys stirred. Elder females began approaching, not to fight, but to separate and calm. The troop’s leader, an older male with a deep scar across his cheek, climbed down slowly, issuing low warning sounds to Libby. She finally backed off, huffing and glaring, then leapt to a branch above.
Lucie sat at the base of a tree, still shaking, trying to calm her baby. Her eyes were glassy—full of fear, sadness, and disbelief. Her gentle arms rocked the baby as her own chest rose and fell with deep, heavy breaths.
That day changed everything.
No one expected revenge to come with such cruelty. And for it to be directed at a baby? It was beyond wrong. The troop took notice. Some began avoiding Libby, while others kept closer to Lucie and her baby, offering comfort in small gestures—soft grooming, gentle touches, and quiet company.
The baby, though bruised and scared, recovered in time. But the fear lingered for days. Every loud sound made the little one jump. Every approach by another monkey sent it crawling instantly back into Lucie’s arms.
Lucie became more cautious. She no longer let her baby wander too far, even when things seemed calm. And as for Libby—she remained aloof, her anger unresolved, her actions unspoken of but never forgotten.
In the wild, survival means more than food and shelter. It means facing dangers, sometimes from outside, sometimes from within. What happened between Lucie and Libby was a brutal reminder of how thin the line can be between calm and chaos.
But above all, it was a mother’s love and fierce instinct that protected the innocent. Lucie’s voice, echoing through the forest, was not just a cry of panic—it was a roar of protection, a promise that no matter what, she would never let harm come to her baby again.
