The Bullies' Slave 1

19(PART TWO)- HEY SAMUEL!

19(PART TWO)- HEY SAMUEL!

"This is ridiculous." Cory complained.

"For Theresa?" I reminded.

"For Theresa." We made a pinky promise as we walked way ahead of the rest of my family.

We were finally at Theresa's officially-launch-into-the-corporate-world dinner party. Paul had picked us up in dad's infamous limousine since we had vehemently refused to ride with him and Anya. I made sure to memorize her name after our last encounter. We had ridden safely behind his precious Pathfinder.

Now, we all stared at this very expensive hotel, Ulysses, the venue of the party, with different expressions on our faces. Cory and I, in disdain. Paul, my dad and Anya were obviously comfortable since they had probably been to more expensive ones. Melody stared in awe and Theresa-

"T?" I snapped my sister out of her thoughts. She smiled at me, but I could clearly see the doubt in her eyes. She was nervous.

"Excuse me, Theresa." I said, marching and stopping right in front of her, the abominable five inches heels killing my legs. But I ignored it since Theresa had chosen it. For now, at least. "You are going to do great. What did I tell you about your intelligence, confidence and maturity?" She nodded, remembering the "pep talk" I had given her earlier while we dressed up.

"Good." I patted her shoulder with one hand while adjusting the strap of the outrageously expensive silver purse Anya just had to give me, on my shoulder, with my other hand. I couldn't say no to the purse because one, it went perfectly well with my navy-blue dinner gown and silver stilettos. And two, in Theresa's opinion, that would mean I still held grudges, and I had not yet accepted their marriage. Funny thing is, I still hadn't. There was no way I could refer to Anya as my stepmother.

"Are you two done?" Cory snapped, making us turn to look at him. I can't believe I'm admitting it, but my brother sure looked dashingly handsome in his black tuxedo, white shirt and black bowtie. His blonde hair was styled in a quiff and I could already picture him in his senior year. He could definitely be a Caleb Brown. Funny enough, they were both green-eyed blondes. A jock for sure since though he was just in ninth grade, he was already making wave in his school's soccer team. So yeah, a definitely strikingly handsome muscled jock and bully.

I really do not hope for the last.

"We are!" I hissed glancing around for the rest of my family, but they were nowhere to be found, including Melody.

And like the unstable personality he sometimes was, Cory's features suddenly softened towards Theresa.

"You'd do great T. We've got ya."

***

I took a sip from my fruit wine as I observed Theresa from a distance. Thankfully, she seemed to be enjoying herself, because I assure you this "party" was boring! I had scrolled through my Instagram till my battery had cried for mercy. Then, I had tried to persuade Cory to lend me his phone, but he refused and when he finally decided he was weary of my presence, he left me for Justin and Langston.

Well, it turned out the business dinner was more like a "show-off-your-family" meeting. We were about forty in total, if not more. Virtually all the business tycoons present, which were mostly the highest-ranking bourgeoisies, my dad included, had come with at least one of their kids. As expected, their kids were pretty much spoilt. I felt irritated when our parents introduced us to one another. Especially the girls. I mean, they could not, for the life of them, see their fellow girls without immediately mentally competing.