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When the bully falls in love Chapter Sixteen
Life is a mirror. You smile at it; it smiles right back. You frown at it; it glares right back. So yeah, it's all about positivity. Isn't it weird how one positive thing in life can make a significant change? Right now, every news station would be filled with pictures of Perez, the arsonist who burnt the whole school to ashes, if it wasn't for Barbra. I would be trending all over, and I don't know if my papa would have been heartbroken or relieved. It's hard to tell when so many reactions are everywhere, and everyone keeps avoiding you. They laugh or make personal jokes on the first chance they get to interact with you. I swear I'm a killer; one day, I will murder someone in cold blood. It won't be the first time. All the mosquitoes and cereals I've killed can testify. So yeah. Everyone has the burning out point. It reaches a point where you can't take it anymore, and you snap into oblivion and do what you have always needed to do, what fate has always laid before you. "Fatrez, Fatr
When the bully falls in love Chapter Seventeen
I took the stairs two at a time before getting into my room and shutting the door. The internet was full of stories of kids and teenagers addicted to their phones. I always wondered what they are addicted to. Was it candy crush saga or motor racing that made me sick? To be blatantly honest, my phone had been lying inside the drawers for almost a week untouched. Everything made me sick. The biggest torture my dad had given me was buying me the phone. The buzz and excitement on my face as I unwrapped it from the gift box was out of this world. Then the reality hit me: Who would I call or text. At first, it was Fiona, Paul, and then Fred, my deskmate. Then after a while, no one. The group chats were fun, only when anyone was willing to reply. It was during that time that it hit the harsh and brutal reality. I was lonely, unlovable, and miserable. The loneliest person in the world lived in a house full of people. Lonely in crowds, group works, and around people. It felt better when I w
When the bully falls in love Eighteen
Soft knocks on the door interrupted my short nap and absolute highness. I was about to roar at Sandra before my step mama pushed her head in. "Hey, I didn't mean to interrupt your sweet nap, but your daddy needs you downstairs," she gently requested before closing the door softly. Something was wrong; I knew it. After every happy or high moment in my life, a very pathetic, sad, or chaotic incident always followed. I thought the angels would prove me wrong this round. For one, there was nothing soft or gentle with my step mama when it came to dealing with me. She barely uttered nice words to me when we were together. It was always snagged remarks under her nose or sarcastic comments. After today with Sandra, it wasn't normal for her to be that nice. What games were the angels playing with me this round? Or was it fate and not the angels right now. It was already seven twenty and supper as always at seven-thirty; my nap was sweet. Taking one staircase at a time, I descended the stai
When the bully falls in love Nineteen
May the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, the love of God, and the fellowship of the holy spirit be with us now and forever more. Amen.“Amen,’’ everyone else at the table repeated as we stopped holding hands. It had always been an unbreakable tradition to hold hands when praying before eating every day. And it always felt like torture to me. All of a sudden, they were friendly at night, thanking God so they could get it all done with and go back to being mean.The atmosphere at the table was tense as we looked at each other silently.If they gave me a chance, if they at least saw something in me, the world would too.If my stepmama, Sandra, and Papa gave me a chance, other people would too. But they wouldn’t. They would choose a stray cat or dog over me anyway, that, I was sure.Sandra sat on the opposite side of the table with a few bruises and was trying to look miserable to win public sympathy. On the other hand, I looked strong, healthy, huge, and awful, with two horrible extra fron
When the bully falls in love Twenty
I felt something twist and turn inside me, making me feel like I had eaten something bad. Then I went to hold my chest, and that wasn't the case. It was my heart that was breaking, sinking into my stomach. Sinking because love couldn't save it, it was unlovable, and the acids were probably feeding on it, making my insides burn. When I was young, and Mama and Papa used to fight, I had one safe place, a dark hole where I would hide. The attic. It was my favorite place until it started appearing in my nightmares. At that time, when Dad would crush the table, break glasses out of anger, and everything, I would run into the attic and hide. My favorite song used to be London Bridge before everything fell apart. Before my family was crushed down, before Papa let it all go without crying, he didn't even make an effort for all of us. He just sat back and watched it break. Every day before I went to sleep, she would sing it for me slowly and gently. We had our own version of the song, differe
When the bully falls in love Twenty-one
Twenty-OneNo matter how hard I thought, I couldn’t figure out why he would throw me out on a rainy night. Why would any father do that? I probably don’t know, because I’ve never been a father or mother and all kids suck, that I’m sure, not all at least most. And in guess I’m one of the kids who do.The window across the street had some light. The curtains flew open and the owner slid his window to take his head out. Vince. Across the street I could see him looking at me keenly, with a glare that I’m sure reeked anger, death and pure hatred. Whatever he hated in me, I wasn’t sure. He would probably be good for a boyfriend in such cold weather. Perhaps my prince charming to be sent down at such times of need to come and rescue me from everything. Kiss me in the rain, hug me like I did matter, breathe hot air on my neck. Love was only a big theory in my world. A theory that I hoped would be practical.The wind blew drops of rain towards me and I snapped back to oblivion to find that I
When the bully falls in love Twenty-two
Twenty-twoThe main door flew open and a few minutes passed before a careful image of Sandra trying to wear high heeled shoes came into view. Where was she going. It had stopped raining except for a few drops. I was now shivering like a stray cat with my lips dancing crazily.She walked down the stairs carefully trying not to make noise. The headlights of a car beamed and indicated once before going off. Her face brightened up a little before she hurried off, climbed the front seat, then they drove off.So, she had been sneaking out, it seemed this wasn’t the first time. But that wasn’t my business. Even if the whole family took a vacation to another country, and I had all the freedom laying carelessly in my hands, I wouldn’t have anywhere to go. Nowhere to go for a sleep over or a boyfriend to sneak around and do erotic scenes with.I was a hopeless romantic.I moved to the door and found it unlocked. Was she all over sudden doing me a favor? Or the angels confused and barred her rea
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The sound of my alarm woke me up with a jolt. I stretched my hand, picked it up and smashed it on the wall. I hated the sound of alarms but God knew if I didn’t set one, I could sleep for a century.The moment I tried to lift my head up, a sharp pain shot through my downside making me maintain my original position. I had a headache and severe stomach ache. This could probably cramp or menstrual pain. The one we had been told about more than a hundred times in school.Take pain killers, drink enough warm water, rest, eat fruits and exercise if possible. Do anything to boost your mood. That was the original drill. I covered my head with the sheets hoping the headache and pain would go away but they persisted and even got worse.I got up slowly trying o nurse my stomach ache and notice red stains all over the bedsheets.A good part of the beddings was full of blood and I didn’t even want to look at them. I didn’t want to be a girl anymore. My nightdress was also stained with dark red and
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