The Bully Project

Chapter 5

Excuse my tardiness! Here is another chapter.

I hope you enjoy it!

Much love💕

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This is some game he's playing, he's trying to get me to play along with him. I'm not gonna get bullied again! No! It's not gonna happen!

"Louis, breathe you're getting a little red bud," Niall says while patting my shoulder. I take in a breath of air and I wondered, when I had stopped breathing.

My eyes fill with tears again as I slide down the wall once more. My bottom hits the ground as I coil around myself.

"Come on Lou," Niall whispers squeezing my shoulder trying his best to comfort me.

"I want to go home," I whisper to myself.

"What?" Niall asks.

"I said..." I stand to my feet and wipe my tears. "I wanna go home." I slowly trudge over to my book bag and throw it over my shoulder.

"I'll meet you at the car." Niall sighs overwhelmingly and picks up the chair that I had nocked over. I nod and walk out.

I walk out the front doors, check my surroundings, and take in a deep shaky breath. I walk slowly to Niall's car and begin my short wait. Leaning my back against the passenger side door, I look down to the pavement below me. My eyes begin to blur from the build of tears forming in my eyes. Quickly I reach my hand up and wipe one single tear away.

"Yeah, I'll see you at home... Bye."

My eyes widen as I look up quickly. Why is he still here?

I quickly run behind the car to hide from him. My breath gets heavy as my heart beats quickly in a panic. I peek around the car to see what he's up to. It seems as if... he's sad. He runs his fingers through his hair, pushing the pieces back and walks the opposite way.

He turns around and I swear for a split second our eyes awkwardly met.

"Whatcha doin?" I jump at the sound of Niall's voice behind me.

"Niall! N-nothing," I rush to the passenger seat and hurriedly open the door to seat myself.

"Do you still need to get your prescription?" Niall asks with a sigh.

"N-no I just wanna go home," I shake my head and hug my arms around myself.

"Alright," Niall nods and starts his engine.

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I don't know what it is, but I feel as if something is telling me to forgive "him," but I don't want to. What he did was wrong, he physically... abused me. He didn't know me, he still doesn't. If he got to know me, he would know that I was a nice person who just wanted to fit in.

But no... he had to assume. Assume that I was just a nobody, that I deserved to be treated like that. He thought I chose to be who I am, but no, it's not a choice. It was something I already was, I can't change who am.

But can he change? Did he change?

No

No he...

He couldn't have.

"Louis! Dear! Come eat please!" I let out a sigh and sit up from my bed. I don't want mum to be worried about this.

I open the door of my bedroom and walk in a slow pace. It smells like chicken, mashed potatoes and green beans. A freshly home made meal.

"Louis, why are you walking so slow?" My mum giggles looking up to me.

"You're going as slow as a slug," she walks away leaving me to my own "funny business."

I decide to quicken my pace, but really just a normal walk. I head down the stairs and sit at the table with my family.

I pick up my fork and start messing with the green beans on my plate.

"Louis, there is something wrong. I can feel it." My eyes widen and I stab my fork into one of the cooked vegetables.

"No, what are you talking about?" I laugh nervously.

"My mother senses are going off, what's wrong?" She asks taking a bite of her grilled chicken. Ugh stupid mummy senses!

"Nothing's wrong, I promise," I nod forcing myself to eat my food as quick as I could.

"Louis..." I continue to stuff my cheeks with the warm pieces of food.

"Louis," my mother rolls her eyes but I still continue.

"Louis!"

"Hm?" I look up into her eyes and her arms are crossed over her chest.

"Tell me what's wrong," she says in a calm voice.

I swallow the mushed food inside my mouth and get up out of my chair. I wipe off my lap and look up to my mum.

"Nothing mum. I need to go do homework now," I lie excusing myself from the dinning table and rush up the carpeted stairs. I hear my mother sigh in the distance as I close my door.

"Jeez," I rub my forehead and look up and my eyes widen in glee.

"Yes! It's dry!" I jump picking the book up off the stand and hug it to my chest tightly.

You see, reading has always been a thing for me. If something ever happened that made me feel awful, I would pick up a book, and read. It just takes me somewhere else other than this life I live in. It's much better. Imagination is better than life, and that's the truth. At least in my perspective.

I flop down onto my bed continuing to hug the book to my chest. I close my eyes thinking about the adventures sealed inside the paper back book. My favorite genre is probably... Romance novels, romance novels seem to always get me right in the heart.

But I also wonder if something like it will happen to me, maybe like Romeo and Juliet... Of coarse, without the dying. Maybe something like the notebook!

"I'm not telling you it is going to be easy, I'm telling you it's going to be worth it."

That quote, just is so wonderful, it makes me... Oh I don't know, smile a bit? But I know it most likely won't come to a time like that. You know... Where I fall in love, get swept off my feet and told I'm loved.

I open my eyes and sadly sigh, but I smile and open up my book to where I left off.

"Oh man!" I scream as I see all the words are smudged, and the paper is slightly ripped.

"Now I'm gonna have to get a new one!" I whine setting the damaged book on my night stand forcefully.

"No," I whimper planting my face into my pillow very roughly, it reminds me I still have my glasses on.

"Ow!"

I slip the plastic off my face and massage the bridge of my nose to sooth the pain.