They Bully Me

Chapter 23 ~As Always~

Emma's PoV

All this time has passed. Weeks after weeks. And so much, yet not much has happened.

Liam, he really did try helping us. Until Louis found out. And then Liam changed. Back into the old self. Hurtful Liam. And I think this time, for good. He probably wasn't going to be nice again.

And the plan? The boys were faking it all this time. They weren't going to do it. At least, they hadn't done it yet. And they usually always did something if they said they would. But this time, I don't think they will.

And school? Dani and I don't go to school anymore. Our mum said that if we were able to survive year 10 without too many hardships academically, then we could skip two years of school. And that has reduced the amount of bullying by a lot.

I pushed my thoughts away to the side as I sat at my desk, pressing on the clicker of the pen constantly. It was hot outside, mid-June. And I was bored, too scared to go outside.

Why?

Because Harry was standing in the yard out back. Dani and my mum were out, saying that they had something "special" to do. Leaving me out. As always.

I drummed my fingers on the desk, gazing out the window, but up to the sky, not down where Harry was.

Up there is a wonderful place to be. Far, far, far away from all your troubles. Only the ones who deserve it, deserve to be up there in Heaven.

Suddenly, I heard glass shatter and my head immediately snapped towards that direction. The window I was staring at now had a small hole close to the bottom, and larger cracks coming out of the hole. Harry must've thrown something solid in here.

I so badly wanted to see what he had thrown in, but I didn't do it. As always, it was going to hurt me.

My curiosity kept growing, and I was trying to fight it. It was easier than fighting to be strong. As always. Being strong was probably one of the hardest things to do, and you had to keep trying and never give up. It's a valuable lesson Dani taught me.

But boredom took over, and I looked around for the object, finding a rock with a paper tied on, lying on the carpeted floor behind me.

I got out of the chair and picked it, untying the paper from the rock.

Come outside, Ms. Peazer. I have a surprise for you.

Yeah, like I would ever go outside when you're standing on the lawn, waiting to hurt me.

~S. T.

S.T? Who was 'S.T.'?

So it wasn't Harry. His initials were HS. And no one else I knew matched 'ST'. So... who was it then?

I looked at the window and then at the note again. Except, now the text had changed.

I dropped the paper in shock, and backed away but still managed to read it.

Oh! She isn't here. But I think you're more valuable, Emma Cowell.

You should really come down, I can get rid of the young human for a while.

~Sophie

Emma Cowell?! So 'Cowell' was my real surname? How did she even know? This 'Sophie' actually seemed.... nice.

But how had the text even changed? Was it illusion from my mind? No, both notes were together. "Ms. Peazer" and the "Oh! She isn't here." they sat together and made sense.

This couldn't have been an illusion. Something... sort of like magic happened.

But no, maybe I could be imagining the whole thing. Maybe the rock didn't really have a note attached to it.

No, it really was real. I had felt the paper of the note, I had heard the glass crack.

I was frightened. How could this even happen? Magic didn't exist.

The note hadn't changed. It still said that I was a Cowell, I was somehow valuable and that I should come down. I must've imagined the first note. It seemed most likely, even though they did have some sort of connection.

So I shouldn't be worried about the changing. But should I be worried about who "Sophie" was and if I did actually go down, Harry would be there.

Maybe it was Harry who had thrown the rock in and pretended to be Sophie. No, that made absolutely no sense. He wouldn't know my real surname. But I didn't even know if it really was my surname either.

Cowell, Simon Cowell. That famous and hot tempered judge on the X-Factor. Harry must've faked my name to "Cowell". He knew Simon would be on the X-Factor when he auditioned soon.

Wait, how did Harry know I was adopted? I hadn't even told anyone but Dani and my mum.

He must've spied on us, that is.

No, I didn't ever bring it up with words. I always brought it up with thoughts.

The person who wrote the note really was Sophie.

And she said that she could get rid of Harry. So I checked, and he wasn't there. No one was.

Maybe Sophie was hiding. Yes, that seemed likely.

I hurriedly went out to the back. And then I saw all six of them, arms crossed, serious faces. But also troublesome faces.

How stupid am I really?