Bully Me

Chapter 6 - I Can Handle It

After Nick served me dinner on the house, I left the diner to get back home. It was night already and I turned to a dark alley.

It was a shortcut straight to my house and I reached there soon enough. Helena told me once not to walk through the alleyway because she's afraid I might get jumped. I think she's just overreacting.

Halfway walking back, I felt a cold shiver down my spine and the feeling of being watched somehow clung to my back. I glanced over my shoulder and I could figure out a silhouette of a tall man leaning on a wall behind me. He looked sinister and he smiled at me creepily. I ducked my head and walked faster.

I reached home quickly and locked the door. I checked behind the blinders to see if the creepy fellow was around but saw no one. Breathing out a sigh, I dumped the leftover food I got from Nick in the fridge. Helena wasn't home yet from work so I headed straight to the showers. I stripped down naked and let the warm water run on me.

Soon enough, I was engulfed in the warm moist air in the shower. The glass panel door of my bathroom fogged up and I started drawing swirly patterns on them. My mind started to haze over for a minute while I just stood with the warm water pelting on my back.

I thought of today. Detention, Grimm, Nick being angry and Grimm being the way he was.

Remembering the way he insulted Nick rudely just made me boil uncontrollably in my chest. What the effing fuck is wrong with him? Does he like making enemies? Does he enjoy making himself look like a douche? What kind of sick people enjoyed that?

The more I thought about it, the more agitated I became. Hopefully one fine day, the universe will be a backstabbing karma bitch and give Grimm what's coming to him.

And I'll be there in the front row seat.

I got out of the shower and dried myself up. Donning on my pyjamas, I went to the living room to watch some TV. I flipped through the channel when the door opened and Helena came in.

"I'm home." She muttered.

"Hey." I answered dryly, eyes not leaving the screen when Helena plomped right next to me. There was a hesitant silence lingering around us until she spoke up.

"I heard from Nick." She started.

I sighed, closing my eyes. "What about it."

She shrugged. "He said that he finally got to meet with this Grimm guy and wasn't that happy about him."

I hugged my knees to my chest. "Join the club."

Helena glanced at me softly, her worry lines forming. She bit her lip, hesitating. "Are you sure you don't want to tell the school about him?"

I grew slightly agitated. "I told you, I don't want to. Telling the teachers about him will get him what he wants, attention. And I'm not going to give him that pleasure."

"But Nick told me how he was." Helena spoke slowly, uncertainty in her voice. "I'm just scared that he'll push it to the limit."

"He won't. I handled that asshole for 10 fucking years." Helena winced at my swear. "What makes you think I can't do it now? He's nothing but an obnoxious douchebag. I'm not going to give a flying fuck for him." My voice raised.

I breathed out. "I'm sure I can handle him just fine."

"But-"

"I said I can handle it!" I yelled, annoyed. Helena flinched inward at my outburst but I didn't paid too much mind on it. I stood up and headed straight to my room and slammed the door for good measure.

I walked over to my bed and laid on them. The softness of the pillows calming me down gently. But my mind still raced about it.

I can handle Grimm just fine. I don't need Helena's or Nick's help. It's been 10 years. 10 motherfucking years that I was brought down constantly by that giant asshole. People would usually go crazy from the torment but not me. I won't give in to him.

Maybe that's why people say I'm more of my father than my mother. I got most of my personality from dad and my looks from my mom. He was always so stubborn and proud of himself. Guess that's the reason why he's dead now. He was too proud to admit he had a drinking problem.

I rolled to my side and brought the blankets in closer. I closed my eyes and waited for sleep to come but all that greeted me was flashbacks of Grimm's countless 'attacks' on me. Since the moment dad died, he started coming up on me. When I was 6, when I was 10, when I was 14 and now 16. How far we both have come through and with each passing year, the harsher his bullying became.

I was sick of it. So sick of it. I don't hate him, I loathe him to the core. All the insults, all the name-callings and all the sick rumours and scandals I had to endure from that one asshole. He obviously found joy in seeing me humiliated. And I hate him for it.

Someday he'll get it. Oho, the day will come. It will. It's just matters on when it comes.

~Author's Note~

Almost forgot to post this little chapter up. Heheheh...

Sorry it's short but the next few chapters are gonna be a doozy. Lots of action are gonna happen. Still kinda hard to write it out. Bleh

Anyways, Thanks my fellow Shadows, (People I call when they read my story but don't leave a comment. Silent readers so to speak. You guys are freaking ninjas! XD), for reading my story!

Kisses and Adios Amigos!

-Ella