My Bully is Psycho
Chapter five
Isabella
"I missed hurting you Isabel " his taunting voice dripped with menace.
What a psychotic thing to say...
I looked into his gaze for any trace of remorse, if I could perhaps see a glimpse of my childhood best friend, the one person I missed so much. It wasn't there. This was a totally different person, and all I could manage to find in those gray eyes were hate and disgust.
"Let me go! " I hissed out in pain, if anything his grip tightened around my shoulders even more, his nails digging painfully.
I stared into his hate-filled gaze now."It's been eight years, hurting me w..won't bring her bac.." my words trailed off, his jaw ticked murderously, I could feel the tension radiating off him.
"I've told you not to mention her! " he grounded out to my face.
"Tricia was my friend too, it was an accident , I never meant for it to happen, I swear " The sob escaped my throat. The old guilt began to churn up my insides, welling my gaze with tears.
"I said not to mention her!! " He growled louder this time, slamming my back against the wall.
A long angry vein popped on his forehead ticked dangerously. His breath was harsh against my face.
I swallowed hard pushing back a wave of fear, mixed with panic. This time I managed to anger him.
He made a harsh grip on my chin, it hurt. No doubt it would surely leave an imprint of his hands.
"How do you feel knowing she died because of you? "The question taunted my insides, his eyes flashed with pain. For a moment , I caught a glimpse of the ten year old boy who had once treasured me.
"So how could you live so happily after that? you deserve all the hate you get! " His loathsome gaze dripped with cold menace as his grip on my jaw tightened even more...
My lips trembled under his harsh glare. I could barely manage to hold his gaze with my blurry teary ones .
"I..I'm sorry A..Ace, I'm really sorry! " it was all I could manage out on a whimper.
He was right. I deserve all the hate he has for me, maybe I was the one who misunderstood him, perhaps I was the one who moved on too quickly after everything.
"You are always sorry, I'll make you even more pathetic, I'm going to hurt you more until you are nothing more than dust beneath my feet "
He inched closer gradually , not knowing what to expect i shut my eyes tightly close ..
The moment his breath fanned against my cheeks, I stopped breathing .
A moment ticked past..Another followed by slowly. Still nothing happened.When I managed the courage to peer my gaze open, he was gone.My shaky knees gave way and I collapsed against the classroom floor. I clasped a hand over my mouth to hold back my sobs.
Maybe it was a minute later....or two, when the bell rang, signifying the end of break.I staggered to my feet, I have to get to the next class. I swiped my face with the back of my sleeves and made my way out.
I walked slowly, my heart throbbing with sadness and regrets.
A familiar face made her way over to me."Hey, I searched all over for you.... Waoh did you cry? " Olivia averted, peering intently at my face.
"What happened to you? " she asked again, her voice laced with concern and panic.I wiped my palms against my jeans , still deciding on what to tell her when we were interrupted.
It was Miranda and her best friend Hailey, and two other popular cheer leaders from class.
Just exactly what I needed. I wondered what their intentions were, what ever it was, it couldn't be good.Olivia's brow arched perfectly when they blocked our path.
"What do you want? " she asked in a bored tone.Miranda ignored her question, her gaze was fixed me with a demeaning look.
"I saw you and Ace." she said pointedly.
I shrugged lightly, wondering what she was getting at.
" So? "
Her expression transformed into a sneer."So? " she repeated in a high pitched tone and her cronies behind her laughed.I gave her a dumb look .
"Both of you were in the same classroom, did you spend all break together? I mean why would he be spending anytime with someone like you ?" Her gaze sized me up in disregard.
I would have rolled my eyes, but I wasn't in the mood for anything, least of all having a meaningless argument with her.
"Then don't you think you should ask him instead of me? " I replied in a cool tone.
" Don't give me that, trash like you shouldn't be seen with him, it isn't good for his reputation " she sneered . Once again her cronies laughed.Seriously what was funny?
Okay. I don't have time for this. Before I could come up with a suitable reply, Olivia beat me to it.
"And I suppose you are good for his reputation. But that isn't what the rumours says... Uh let me remember " she drawled, pretending to actually be thinking about it.
Her gaze lighted up excitedly.
" I remember! I think he kicked you out saying he doesn't do hoes....poor guy, I don't blame him, I mean he couldn't risk getting infected with some diseases or something " She added with a fake pouty expression, very similar to the one Miranda wore.I stifled back a laughter , it seemed to annoy Miranda to no ends. She face flushed an angry shade of red.
"Watch out the both of you ! This isn't over"
She hurried off ,her heels clicking aloud as she disappeared from the hallway , her cronies right behind her .
"You should watch out for yourself, you might just fall in those slutty heels !" Olivia yelled right back .
"Such a bitch " she huffed , her attention reverting back to me.
I couldn't hold back a chuckle despite myself.
I have always been Miranda's enemy so she could do her very worse. Right now, she was the least of my concerns.
My thoughts reverted back to a certain gray eyed boy. Regret and sadness and guilt built up in me once again.
He loathes me, it hurts to realize the fact that I was the one who made him this way.
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My Bully is PsychoChapter sixISABELLA.The rest of the day went by slowly , I didn't have any more encounter with Ace. It was time for gym class. Another of my least favorite things to do . It wasn't that I didn't like to exercise, I just hated to do it in front of the other humans...For almost every activity I've ever participated in, it was either I was too slow....or too dumb, and the at the end of the day, I would end up being the joke of the entire class .I concluded that bad luck always followed me wherever I went , in addition to that, it always turned out that any team I was paired with always lose , most of the time it was due to a stupid mistake I made.I gritted my teeth as I walked to the girls locker room, Olivia beside me.Perhaps the coach would allow me take a pass? The chances were very slim.We met Miranda and her f
My Bully is PsychoChapter sevenIsabella.YOU ARE SO FUCKING DEAD!!. His silvery deadly gaze screamed at me.For some even more stupid reason I hurried towards him."I'm S.. Sorry I.. i.. does it hurt? "He glared down at me like I was dumb, earning snickers from people around.I gulped down nervously wondering why I had even asked , the laughter and snickering made me wished I could make myself smaller or even disappear completely.I tried to block my attention to their crude words but they still found my way inside my head."She's so dumb ""Was it intentional? Is she trying to gain Ace King's attention? ""A girl like her? No way! I'm sure Ace wouldn't spare a cheap stupid girl like her, it would be such a good show...""You! " he began only to be distracted by Miranda. She practically shoved me aside to create space for herself.
My Bully is PsychoChapter Eight.ISABELLA.My eyes flickered open slowly, it was so blurry, I blinked twice, but it didn't help, everything was still hazy.I was lying on a bed?The memories flooded in. Ace had broken my glasses... Trapped in that little space.... I must have passed out."You're finally awake! oh god you left me so worried! " A familiar voice sounded from above me, it was so sharp, making me wince aloud.A gasp escaped my mouth when she choked me in a tight embrace. It was so hard to breath, I might as well just pass out again ."Olivia? " I croaked as she supported me to a sitting position, it seemed she had brought me to the nurse's office.I couldn't see her face clearly, had she been crying? It seemed so from the crack in her voice.It made my heart melt like hot w
My Bully is PsychoChapter nineISABELLAThe warm shower felt amazing on my skin, today was Saturday, I was in no hurry to step out of the soothing temperature. After about thirty minutes I stepped out, as I stretched my hand for a towel , my gaze caught on my reflection in the mirror.As always it was focused on the scarred skin beneath my left shoulders , it would forever be a reminder of that incident I would always be reminded me of that painful incident .A lone sigh escaped my mouth as I wrapped the towel around me and stepped out of the bathroom.My gaze narrowed at the sight before me almost instantly."What are you doing! " my tone was sharp as I glared at my kid sis, majorly on the box in her hands .That box contained my most precious things.She shot me an innocent look and shrugged lightly as if she had done nothing wrong." Well mom
My Bully is PsychoChapter TenISABELLA.I splashed water over my face, my reflection from the mirror opposite me was a hectic sight.My eyes were red and swollen, the tip of my nose blotted.I opted to stay inside the bathroom, when everybody was gone, then I'll just quietly leave.It wasn't the first time he had hurt me, it surely won't be the last.But he had never called me that before.A murderer.I felt a vibration from my pant pocket, I carefully slide my cellphone out from my pants pocket.Five missed calls, also about eight text messages.Where are you?.Are you alright? Call me.Have you gone home? Why don't you reply.? All was from Olivia.I inhaled sharply. The exhaled breath came out shakily.I didn't want to speak to anyone, she was worried a
My Bully is PsychoChapter ElevenISABELLAI inserted my ear pods into my ears and grabbed a few bucks from my savings, I raced downstairs to meet Liz on the sofa. She looked to be working on her assignments, mom still wasn't back yet.Sometimes I wished I could be like her, I couldn't help being jealous of my kid sis.I have a huge work loads of homework and projects lined out for me, they still have to be submitted before Friday. My second name should be called procrastination. I really need those points, without them I would never manage to get into a good university, I would be trapped in this little town all my life.The thought sent a thrill of motivation and the reality of everything through me, I wonder for how long it would last, but either way I'll get started on it once I get back.The weather was cool and breezy, the orange
My Bully is PsychoChapter TwelveISABELLA.Today turned out to be horrid. Everything was getting on my nerves, from a failed test sheet, reprimands from a few teachers about my low score grade in some subjects so far.Aside from these I still had to always be on the watch out for Ace. We haven't had a class together so far, and it was fine by me.My next class was creative arts, Olivia didn't offer the subject, it would just be friendless old me in the class, not that I cared much, it was my favorite class ever.I grabbed my materials from my locker, I walked quickly and turned hastily around the hall way. I barely stopped myself just in time from crashing into a body.Miranda.I tried to side step her but she blocked my path, her arms crossed, a smirk plastered on her face.I tried in the
My Bully is PsychoChapter Thirteen.ISABELLA...This was one of those moments i really confirmed that fate must really bore a special bond hate for me.At most times in Mr Chris's class, I usually sketch flowers of other random things and he had only checked it out a few times .So why now?I stared up at the ceiling, ten whole points! I couldn't possibly give those up, it would surely go a long way to cover up my low scores in the other subjects.A sweat broke out my face when the girl beside me walked to the front of the class with her work.Why hadn't I decided on something simply beautiful and basic. but no I had to sketch down my worst enemy.One who hates me to the bone.A sudden image of me going up there, in front of the whole class, with my drawing of Ace flashed through my head for the briefest moment.Oh god!I could literary