Bullied

Chapter 8 ~ New Chase?

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I woke up feeling lightheaded. I tried getting up but that made it more painful so I just settled into a sitting position.

I didn’t recognize the place and I started panicking.

Where am I?

Why am I here?

Whose place is this?

“Hey you okay?” Chase’s voice filled my ears and my head snapped to his direction.

Oh yes!

He saved me from Ricky.

I nodded my head at him and placed my hand on my forehead. “Do you have some water?” I managed to let out and he nodded towards the bedside table placed next to the bed. I turned my head towards it and noticed the glass of water. I extended my hand and grabbed it. Taking a sip I couldn’t help but stare at the guy in front of me. “What is this place?” I cautiously asked after I took a final gulp.

“My room.” He shrugged and took a seat on a small brown couch placed next to the door. My eyes wondered around it and I noticed it was a simple guys’ room. Couch, desk, bed, closet. Nothing more.

“You brought me here?”

“Yes, I figured you wouldn’t want to go to your house in… that state.” He replied and I nodded my head slowly getting up from his bed.

“What time is it?”

“7pm. You slept two hours.” He informed me and I grabbed my backpack that I noticed few minutes ago.

“Thanks. Even though I don’t know why you do this, thank you.” I told him and started heading towards his door, him following close behind.

Once I was out of his room I turned and gave him a look that said ‘help’. He chuckled and turned right leading the way. After opening the front door for me and me exiting I turned once again around and waved at him.

“Bye.” He said and closed the door.

I sighed and started walking home. I realized he didn’t live far from my house and that surprised me.

He surprised me.

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“Well, that’s weird.” Jackson stated the obvious and I rolled my eyes at him.

“You’re not helping.” I scolded him.

“I’m on the same page as you are.” He told me while letting out a deep breath. “From what you told me, that’s unlike Chase to do something like that.”

“I know.” I sighed.

“Seriously though, this is a hell-of-a-lot weird.”

“I know.” I said exasperated and threw my hands up in the air.

“Maybe he’s changing his ways?” he asked and my head jerked up. After taking in my reaction he quickly added. “Like, he regrets for his actions.”

“Chase?”

“Yeah.”

“We’re talking about the same person, right?”

“Right.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Well, at least he stopped for now.” he said. “Be happy for that.” He finished and I nodded my head in agreement.

I am happy for that.

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I touched my lip and saw blood on my hand.

Great. I have a bleeding lip. Thanks Ricky.

I placed my hand on my ribs and rubbed it while walking home. Damn, I’m once again hurt.

Like, why there’s no a bullied-free day? I would much appreciate that. But no, that’s not going to happen. We’ll just continue beating Irina and calling her names. We don’t have anything better to do so why not?

It’s not like she’s going home and cries once she sees herself in the mirror. It’s not like she stands in front of the bathtub with a razor in her hands thinking if it’s really worth doing it?

Or even having the small bottle full with pills in her hands fighting with herself to not empty it.

No, not at all.

A car horn broke me out of my thoughts and I turned my head to look the face of the driver.

“Hop in.” he called and I stood there hesitant of what I should do. His eyes travelled to my lips but if he noticed the blood, he didn’t say anything. “I don’t bite.” He said and looked me in the eyes.

I took a deep breath and continued walking.

I don’t care if he’s changing his ways. He still was my bully and I just can’t forget all about it.

“I’ll pass.” I told him. Right after that, a thunder broke into the cloudy sky and after a few moments it started raining.

A lot.

And I was soaking wet.

Suddenly I felt a pair of arms around my waist and then I was met with a familiar butt.

“Chase what are you doing?” I asked him terrified and started pounding on his back.

“Taking you home, duh. And stop tickling me.” after he said that I immediately stopped.

Tickling?

Is he a stone or something?

Once he placed me into the passenger seat he quickly made his way around the car and into the driver’s seat. He started the engine and drove off in the direction of my house.

I sighed and tried to keep myself warm but I failed.

Damn. If I’m sick tomorrow I’ll blame it on Chase for holding me back.

“Thanks for the drive.” I told him and exited the car.

“No problem.” He retorted and gave me a genuine smile. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion but didn’t question anything else.

Once I was in the house I heard him driving away.

Why is he so weird?