Bullying, Our Secret

Chapter 5 - "Don't you love each other anymore?"

Everything started ten years ago. We were a happy family with no worries or secrets. Just my Dad, my mother, my brother and me.

I was eight and my brother eleven when everything happened.

I never thought that something like that was going to happen to us, maybe because i was too young for that idea to cross my mind or maybe because we were so happy that it was unexpected.

But it happened.

I remember coming back from school, my brother and I interlacing our hands as we always did.

Just as I entered the house I could tell that something was wrong. Both of my parents sitting in opposite couches in the living room...

"Cal, Rick please take a seat, your father and I need to talk to you about something" My mother spoke, her voice breaking at every syllable.

We did as we were told wondering about the seriousness of their faces.

"Your mother and I have decided to take a break, and live separated for a few weeks" This time my dad spoke just growing my confusion.

"Daddy, Mommy don't you love each other anymore?" I dared to say, tears filling my eyes completely blurring my vision.

"It's not that honey, its just..." My mum said stopping at the loss of words dropping her gaze to her lap.

"Then why are you doing this!" Rick, my older brother said in a sharp tone standing from his seat anger running through his veins.

It wad too hard to digest such a strong information at such a young age.

No words were said after that night, at the next morning my dad disappeared without a sign just a letter;

"Rick, protect your mother and your little sister, you are now the man of the house, I expect you to grow up as a strong smart boy.

Callie, my little princess, you have to be strong, you are smart and beautiful im expecting from you to make the rights decisions.

Remember that i love you both, Bye ~Dad."

But despite all he said the mood changed, our Manchester house became bigger and emptier for us and the weeks turned into months, even i could tell Dad wasn't going to come back.

My mom had to battle depression, it broke me everytime i saw her sitting on a chair just looking at the wall like if she was a statue.

A solution came soon after 6 months, my grandparents, residents of America invited us to visit them and as a suprise the bought the house we are currently living. They thought that changing our habits would help us to forget about the pass. Somehow it erased the pain and my mother changed turning into an active woman, but i know that deep inside her she still feels bad about that cursed day.

About me? Well i was pretty nervous at the first day of school, you may all wonder why I get so much hate. Everything started just when the first day of school finished, i was turning on a corner of one of the corridors and sadly i had to crash with him, Justin Bieber.

He didn't insult me, he apologized and helped me up --Yeah as difficult as it sounds to believe-- But just the next day everyone gave me dirty looks, we can blame it all on Cynthia Rose, also known as the biggest slut of the school, she didn't find right the fact that i "flirted", at least that's what she said, with her boyfriend, well her fuck buddy since they have been cheating on each other with one night stands. It didn't took her time to spread stupid rumours about me.

Ever since then my life turned into a living hell.

Not only her and her friends picked on me but also everyone, people that didn't even know about me that still don't know about me now insulting me because of fake rumours, but I kind of understand it, if you are not by Cynthia's side then you are picked on too and i know how it feels, and i don't wish that to anyone.

But the worst part came from her boyfriend. He wasn't the nice guy as he was the first day, he would insult me, pick on me, spit on me, push me and sometimes even hit me.

My impotence wasn't helping me either, i couldn't stand for myself, I would be much worse of a person than them if I carried on with their stupid games.

But I had my brother on my side, i didn't tell him anything about the insult and hate i was getting because I didn't want to worry him. He wasn't like me, he was infact popular, yeah that means that he was friend with Justin and his crew. That was a benefit since everytime my brother was with me nobody would say a rude word to me, but good things always come to an end and he had to leave to go to college leaving me with all the douches and sluts picking on me like never before.

And as much as i wish it didn't it actually affected me...

It's hard to think that everything they say is a lie when they keep on saying it day after day with no support from anyone, well Aria but she is also too scared to comfort me sometimes.

Sometimes I just wish i wasn't born, the world would be a better place without me...