Lone Wolf

Chapter Three: Boys and Bullies

The pic above is of Janett

Kaila's POV

I step off the bus and begin walking, eager to get home.
"See ya tomorrow, Kaila!" I hear Blake yell. Still upset with him, I keep walking, refusing to respond.

"I can't believe he tricked me." I say to myself. "I can't believe I didn't notice!"

I may not want to go along with it, but I always stay true to my word. I can't back down from this deal, even though Blake played dirty. I continue walking home, my music playing in my ears.

Opening the front door, I enter my house and head into the kitchen to do my homework as usual. I drop my book bag and plomp down in my seat at the kitchen table, sighing as I lay back in the comfortable chair.

"What's wrong, Sweetie?" my mother asks. "You seem more stressed than usual."

"It's just...been a long day." I answer.

Sitting down in the seat next to mine, my mom rests her chin in her hand and looks at me, showing that she's listening. "What happened?"

I automatically tell my mother that day's events, telling her everything from the second I reached the bus stop, to the second I reached the house.

Once I finish, I look to my mother and see, to my surprise, a cocky grin on her face.

"'Bout damn time!" she laughs, making me scowl.

"What do you mean?" I say, extremely agitated by my mother's response.

"I mean that it's about time someone took an interest in you at that school!" She chuckles. "I was wondering when someone would try to get through that facade of yours."

Irritated by my mom's words, I take my homework and go up to my room. Opening my notebook, I place it on the bed and take my textbook out of my bag. "'What is the scientific formula for water?'.......... too easy." I say, answering the first question on my homework.

"Okay," I sigh, "number two......'Name the atomic number for Xenon.'.......... Fifty-four." I hear a knock on the door just as I finish writing. "Yes?" I ask, thinking it's my mom again.

"Kaila.....?" my younger brother's voice asks.

Relieved that it's not Mom, I respond. "Yeah, Rian?" I ask, using his nickname, his real name being Adrian. "What is it?"

"C-could I come in?" he asks.
"Sure!" I say, smiling as I see my brothers freckle ridden face. My smile falters, however, when I see the sad look in his pale green eyes. I pat the space on the bed next to me, inviting him to sit down. Once he does so, I open my mouth to speak.

"What's wrong, Adrian?" I ask, concerned for my usually spunky and optimistic little brother. Looking my brother over, I spot a dark marking peeking out of his long sleeve. I quickly reach out for his arm and raise the sleeve before he can pull away, revealing a dark, painful looking bruise on his right wrist. Someone had clearly grabbed him by the wrist so hard that it left a mark. I was pissed.

"Who did this?" I ask, my voice dark and my eyes intense.
"Th-that's what I came to t-talk to you about." he stutters, clearly not used to seeing me so angry. Still fuming, I sit back and cross my arms and legs, listening intently to what my brother has to say.

"Well.... I have a friend. Her name is Alexandria and she's really nice. But...some of the others pick on her." I nod in understanding. Protectiveness and intolerance for bullying are two of the many traits we share.

"You know I can't stand bullying....so I stepped in. The first few times, the guys backed down, but this time.......this time it was someone else."