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112; Answers
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Bullied by my Stepbrother 115; Fucked up but with an emerald
David stood in my doorway, with his tall frame blocking the light from the hall. My face fell as I let my gaze fall on him.“What are you doing here?” I asked. The anger and humiliation were still a hot coal in my chest.“I’m sorry,” he said, stepping inside and closing the door softly behind him. “I got caught up in something. I shouldn’t have made you wait.”A bitter laugh escaped me. “Yeah. Right. You would have also gotten caught up in something if I had rode with you?”He didn’t argue. Instead, he let out a deep sigh and his eyes drifted to the canvas on my easel. It was a violent storm of red and black. He let out a deep sigh again, then he did something that completely disarmed me. He walked over to me and picked up a clean brush. He dipped it in a smudge of crimson on my palette, and without asking, began to stroke the color onto the corner of my painting.I pulled back, ready to yell at him for touching my work, but the words died in my throat.I just watched him.His stroke
Bullied by my Stepbrother 114; Losing my mind
His words hung in the air. It was toxic and suffocating. Do you want me to touch you?I stumbled back a step, with genuine shock freezing the blood in my veins. “What… what would make you even say something like that?”A cold, knowing smirk twisted his lips. “What would make me say it? You came in here dressed like that. Then you were clearly pushing out your chest… and then you were talking about me ducking my ‘hot coworker’. It seems to me quite well that you’re playing a very dangerous game, Rosalie, and you’re not nearly as good at it as you think.”“I just came for answers,” I insisted, but my voice sounded weak even to my own ears. What the fuck? Is that how I seemed?The confidence I’d walked in with was crumbling, and a cold dread was taking its place.“Well, you won’t get one out of me. I have already told you that.” he said smoothly. “The answers lie with your mother, not with me. She’s the one in the right position to tell you.”And just like that, a crushing and humili
Bullied by my Stepbrother 113; Touch me?
I didn’t even care that Noah was in the room with me. I started pulling at my school shirt, and I started to unbutton it.Noah’s eyes widened, and his eyes fell to my chest. “What are you doing? Have you lost your mind?”“Of course not, It’s the only way,” I shot back. My voice was trembling with a mix of fury and desperation. “My mom won’t talk. Everything is making me lose my mind. I need to know, it’s for the best for both of us… And David is the only one who has the answers, and I can… press him.”“You don’t know my dad like I do!” Noah’s voice was low and urgent. His hand closed around my wrist to stop me. “He doesn’t get ‘pressed,’ Rosalie. He gets angry, and then presses you. He’s literally the one that does the pressing. This is a terrible idea.”“Well, I’m out of ideas, Noah! My life is blowing up and everyone is just whispering and lying! I need to know! We need to know.” I yanked my wrist free, and I resumed unbuttoning my shirt.“Yeah but my dad is not going to spill if h
Bullied by my Stepbrother 112; Answers
We walked to the car in a silence that felt heavier than before. The brief moment of Noah crashing down in the hallway had evaporated, and been replaced with something even more dreadful. It was the grim reality of where we were headed. Noah’s keys jangled in his shaking hand.I stopped by the passenger door. “Can you even drive right now?”He let out a short, hollow breath. “I’m shattered, not drunk. I can drive.” He looked at me, and a flicker of something soft in his tormented eyes met me. “It’s nice that you’re worried about me, though.”I scoffed, sliding into the seat. “Don’t flatter yourself. I just want to get home in one piece.” Even if my life is waiting there to crush me into a million pieces… it’s all too much.A laugh escaped his throat. Noah started the car, and the familiar purr of the engine did nothing to calm the storm inside me. I stayed to visualize what I was going to paint.As Noah continued to drive, I caught him stealing a few glances at my direction. After a
Bullied by my Stepbrother 111; Memories from the lake.
Noah’s POVThe word “lake” hit me like a physical blow, knocking the air from my lungs.I froze, and the school hallway began to tilt around me. I couldn’t go back there. Not after… not after everything. The memories I’d spent a lot of effort burying, the ghost I kept chained in the deepest part of my mind, broke free and came crashing down.The memory started to hit me brick by brick.The leaves were cold beneath my knees. Rina’s head lolled in my lap, and her skin was pale under the moonlight.“Liam … Liam … Fucking Liam …” she muttered. The words were slurred and desperate.I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t fucking breathe.Her eyes rolled back, and her body went limp. Vomit and foam spilled from her lips as she convulsed.She was dying. Right there. In my hands.My CPR was useless. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I knew I tried my best. By the time I stopped pushing on her chest, she was long gone. I was alone in the night with a girl who was dead…
Bullied by my Stepbrother 110; Lake… again
The car ride back to school was buried in a thick and heavy silence. I just stared at the window, then stole a glance at Noah. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel, and his jaw so tight I thought I could hear his teeth grinding. It seems like he was losing it. But he didn’t want to say anything about it. The only thing that broke the silence was the ragged sound of my own breathing.When we got back to school, he never left my side. He continued to follow me everywhere even if I wanted to use the bathroom, he would wait outside. I could feel the questions in everyone’s stares, first at my bandaged nose, then at Noah glued to my hip. Well it’s not like they don’t know…After the final bell, we were walking to the art studio for the ball meeting when a figure stepped directly into our path. Nikki.Noah moved instantly, putting himself slightly in front of me. “Whatever you’re selling, we’re not buying. Fuck off.”Nikki let out a sharp smile. For the first time, she didn’t tr
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