The Bullies' Slave 1

76- SO, WHAT DO WE DO?

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76- SO, WHAT DO WE DO?

My stomach made a rumbling sound as I pulled the pizza out of the oven. Classes were over for the day and I had received a text from Caleb to go over to the Count. I had gone over immediately only to hear the bullies tell me they were craving home-made pizza. I simply prayed to God that I would be done and out of here before my siblings returned.

I sighed as I picked up a slice with my gloved hands. It had been like that ever since I found out about the relationship between my parents and Caleb's. It had been me thinking and sighing. I really didn't know what to do.

School hadn't been entirely easy because not only were the bullies not allowed to talk to me, Caleb, Ryan and the female bullies had become more brutal. The other day, I was bullied into taking the female bullies' P.E wears to the dry cleaners, immediately after P.E, that is, during school hours. It looked more like an agenda to frustrate my staying in school, seeing I was keen on keeping a good record in school before graduation.

Gradually, that was fading, because in the space of a week, the bullies had made sure my nearly perfect record was almost becoming, "not even close". I had faced detention twice because Natalie had somehow gotten on my nerves in English class. It seemed that almost everywhere I went in school, there was at least a bully to get on my nerves, funny enough, including Emily!

I had also been called by the principal for several "skipping school". She had pardoned me a few times, but the fourth time, she had had to take action. But thankfully, instead of a suspension, I got library duty for three days. Although, I couldn't help but think she somehow knew about the bullying. I mean, she's the principal! And Drew's aunt! Yesterday was the last day, thankfully.

I shook my head. This was not how I had planned my life and I couldn't keep letting the bullies mess up my plans and goals. But I was doing it all for Cecilia, even though deep down in my mind, something else kept telling me there was something else.

Guilt.

Yes, I was doing it for Cecilia but what was making me let them go the extra mile with me, was the guilt of what my parents did to Caleb's parents. Somehow, I had felt guilty on their behalf and maybe, just maybe, I was trying to pay their debt?

The sound of footsteps brought me out of my reverie. I looked up to see Andrew heading towards the refrigerator. I didn't say anything because ever since our last discussion, I'd equally been avoiding the two bullies I had somehow been friends with: Drew and Ethan.

"You done?" Drew asked, referring to the pizza I had just pulled out from the oven, which happened to be the fourth.

"Yeah." I mumbled. Without uttering a word, Drew swiftly scooped the already prepared three pizza boxes and headed out of the kitchen. I still can't believe that Drew had to stop speaking with me. We were not that close but at least we had shared enough moments that could make us close; so the restriction in communication was a very painful thing to watch.

I waited for some minutes to let the hot pizza cool a bit. It was just as I had boxed the pizza that I had heard Caleb's voice.

"What on earth are you still doing in there?" I rolled my eyes as I untied the apron around me, scooped up the box and headed out of the kitchen, pretty sure I had some flour stains all over my uniform.

I found the boys all sprawled out in different positions in the living room. While Caleb, Ryan and Drew were sprawled out in various positions, Ethan had chosen the floor. Just as I was about to dump the pizza box on the center table, I noticed someone walk into the sitting room. I almost did a double take as I watched Jackson and James stroll into the living room. I internally groaned. What were they doing here?