'like people, towns have stories to tell'
The town of Grok-ville was built on a steep hillside with small houses where interconnecting backstreets ran between them. A quiet town with a small population. Folks being captivated in a world of their own.Ominous clouds captured the skies almost the whole year leaving summer anticipated by the people.
I walked with my head low not wanting to gain any attention, my hoodie covering my head.I heard commotion as i was nearing closer . Upon reaching the parking lot i saw students circled around two people - boys.As loud as the cheering, curiosity was getting the best of me. i approached the crowd and my gaze fell on Ridge, who was injured on the lip, but his face showed absolutely signs of fearlessness, not to mention the blood tricking down his lower lip appeared attractive.
The other guy- Grant Delaney, another athlete, didn't seemed affected either considering how strong Ridge was but Grant was injured on his left eye showing a black hole underneath and fresh scars on his cheekbones.
'Is this an everyday thing'? a female's voice made me jump. i turned besides to see Shanaiah staring at the fight.
'Nothing new' i replied wanting to leave.Shaniah opened her mouth to say something when suddenly a loud angry voice shouted. It was the vice principle's.He stormed in between the people and caught Grant's arms before he could punch anymore. his knuckles were red.
'Everybody , get back inside! Right now!
with that firing, people started making their way back to class including me and shanaiah, i started walking in between the crowd when i felt a rough pull grab my hand from back. i turned and ....
Of course, it has to be him. can he ever take a break ?
I tried removing my hand from his grip, but it was shit strong. He dragged me till we reached the end of the hallway where not many students were seen now here. He slammed me towards the wall facing me towards his front.
he kept on staring as if he could see the whole universe in my eyes, it frustrated me. I irrritably shouted ' if your done, can you just leave me the f**k alone!. He wasen't suprised because i have shouted back many times but he just laughed it away. he leaned it closer,
' No , you wanna know why'? he blocked me in between his hands on both sides of the wall. my heart raced up, fear entered my veins , i was suddenly feeling sick, After years of making my life lonely and hateful, he just wasen't going to just make everything fly away by leaning in and taking away my first kiss. I already got hints and assumed he was mentally ill knowing his love for bullying over the years but seriously? psychotically ill ?
His face was almost inches apart when he leaned in and in that exact moment, energy ran through me as my arms with all my force, i pushed him , and he tumbled back a bit, i screamed
"you have your entire life to be a jerk' tears starting to spill down my face, can yo- can you just take a break for today?
and yet , those eyes showed no mercy.
I turned and ran almost bumping into another person , i didn't look up to see, i didn't care.I was pissed , angry , frustrated, all emotions ran through me and mostly fear, of seeing those merciless eyes again , and every freaking day till the rest of high school. miraculously i reached the girl's washroom. relived at the calmness, now this place was the only place that seemed to calm my chaotic mind. i approached the sink and looked at myself in the mirror, all i could see , was a person tired of fighting endless obstacles of life.I tuned on the tap and collected water in my palms and washed my face, the cold water relaxed my nerves.
If only it could wash away the pain of my mortal soul.
YOU ARE READING
The Loving Bully
Teen Fiction"She was a gleam to everyone who approached her but none sparked her" "He was a blaze to everyone who approached him but none sparked him" A story of two broken people where one, was the victim and one, the bully.
