Loving The Bullied

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24 February
        Samy's birthday in the morning.

Third person's p.o.v

Samy stood quietly in the living room, his mother was sitting on one of the overused couched and opposite to her was sat a lawyer who came to tell Samy's father's will.

They had to wait for Samy's eighteenth birthday before hearing it so his mother was pretty eager. Before his death Samy's father was pretty rich and his mother was not working. So after his death they ended up in poverty.

After that his mother looked for a job and she found it as a cook in a cheap motel that paid her lowly. She was smiling widely at the lawyer who looked sadly at her.

"So it is written here on Mr Stilson's will that all his money will go to his son, Samuel Stilson. The bank cards will all be given to you in a moment. The sports car as well as the motor bike now belongs to you. As for you Mrs Stilson, it is written here that nothing should be given to you as you are a horrible mother for whom only money counted but you never cared for his son. That's all. Congratulations and happy birthday , Samuel."

"Thank you." Said the young man. He was relieved that he was finally free and he was for sure going to leave that woman and go away.

That woman who never loved him, even when he was young. That woman who called him retard in front of his own friends and family. This is all she deserves, he thought.

He smiled brightly for once but his face paled when he saw the look on his mother's face. She looked furious and tears had filled her eyes.

He averted his eyes and Looked at the lawyer who gave him the cards and after a while the old man left.

"How can you do that?! To your own mother!" She shouted at Samy but the young man stayed quiet and calm.

"And what about you? How could you have done that to your own son. All the beating, starving and loneliness, you think I liked that? Do you think you did right? I was wrong for expecting some love, respect or even attention from you. You may be my mother but I felt more affection from a stranger. So you don't need to look after a faggot, stupid retard or bastard like me now. I will leave soon." He said calmly walking upstairs.

He may look unmoved but inside, inside he was broken. He felt used, now he knew why his mother kept him, it always was for the money. And when he realised that his heart broke into million of pieces.

He didn't trust anyone anymore, he hid his tears and put on a numb face. He became deaf to the screaming of his mother. He had a plan in his head and he knew he was ready to leave that place he once called home.

Samy was over this pityful life, now the new hidden Samy will resurface like the old times. Samy the bully not the bullied. Samy the beater not The beaten.
Samy the cheat not the cheated.
Samy the heartless, the cold and the loud not Samy the stupid semi mute and deaf guy.

Here comes the rise of a new Samy.

He opened his bedroom window and threw out his phone in which all his hurtful and painful memories were stored. The phone that held him back into the past. That past, when he had a lot of friends but less enemies. The photos and phone numbers he had were now gone.

Even Gabe's.

Doubt, fear and the need for revenge had clouded his Mind and emotions. He couldn't think straight anymore, not after what he was told. He needed to make new friends and not any friends. He decided from then that he will become friends with the brutes of the academy. He knew of a way to get back in the game, an old way.