All Chapters of Once Her Bully, Now Her Beggar: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

“All you have to say is yes or no then I will know the type of person you are,” he said with a smug smile“Are you blackmailing me?” I scoffed“You call this blackmailing?” He snickered “I’m waiting” he tapped his foot on the ground as he waited for a response “Argh, fine!” I rolled my eyes“After this, I don’t owe you anything,” I said before getting into the car“That is too soon to say, a lot can still happen” he winked at me before sliding into the driver’s seat“Won’t you get in?” He asked“You couldn’t even get the door for me?” I asked as I got into the passenger seat“I got too excited” he started the engine “Where are we headed?” I asked“You will see,” he said, and started driving to the unknown destination “Are you trying to kidnap me? I still don’t trust you” I said“It should be a great honor for you to get kidnapped by me” he took a glance at me his eyes suddenly held coldness in them making me gulp hard“I don’t like this” I mumbled“Can you just relax” he broke int

Having that conversation with Dylan shouldn’t feel as relaxing and insightful as it did. I felt comfortable, more comfortable than needed, opening up and letting him know about parts of myself I couldn’t discuss with anyone, it didn’t feel safe but it wasn’t enough to stop me either.“Hey” Elliott wrapped his arm around my neck as I came down from the car scaring the shit out of me“What is going on?” I asked trying to push him away but he ruffled my hair instead like he was playing with a toddler“What the fuck” I found the strength to push him away“What is wrong with you?” I asked“Can’t I say hi to my favorite neighbor?” He asked pinching my cheeks which earned him a slap on his hand“What is wrong with your friend?” I turned to Caleb “I have been asking the same question ever since I met him” he shook his head at him“When are we planning a sleepover?” Elliott asked“I don’t know you” I tried to hasten my steps but he was right beside me like a fucking leech“Hey guys” Dylan app

NovaI didn’t want to believe someone wrote such detailed descriptions of my life just to paint me badly. I kept reading it over and over again not understanding who would know me so well to write in such a vile way. Even added things that have never happened in my whole existence as a “warning” to stay away from me.“Dylan,You should really open your eyes and see who you’re wasting your running around, I can’t wrap my head on why but you should know this. Nova isn’t what you think she is and you should know what kind of person she comes from. Her mom has been married more times than anyone can count, jumping from man to man just to keep her life together. She’s nothing but a gold digger, and Nova is just the same way, they are cut out of the same cloth and it runs in the family”I paused halfway taking a look at Dylan who just stared down at me and signalled me to keep reading, my heart was beating so fast and it scared the fuck out of me to keep on reading.Mentioning my mom and ca

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling and the shadows of the tree branch outside my window that danced across the walls. My mind was not on the ceiling or the shadows, it was on that note, those words that Dylan claimed had been written by someone close to me, someone who knew me well enough to use all scars against me, someone who hated me enough to write such evil things and give it to him. All for what? The person wrote, “advising” him to stay away from me, which made it more ridiculous because I also wanted him to stay away from me. I didn't like how Dylan was so sure that it had to be people around me, the seed of doubt that was planted in my heart was beginning to grow. He said it so firmly like he could be convinced otherwise, but I could not allow myself to accept that, not even for a second, because if I did then it meant one of the few people I trusted was stabbing me right through the chest and that was something I wasn’t ready to face. So I kept repeating it in my h

I didn’t want to see it again, I didn’t want to hear his voice repeating those words in my head but I couldn’t stop it, the moment I got out of his car and slammed the door it followed me home, it followed me up the stairs, it followed me under the covers, I told myself again and again it wasn’t true, that Dylan had planted it all, that it was just another cruel game he made up to see me fall apart, but no matter how hard I fought against it a small piece of me kept asking, how would he know all of that, how would he know things. I pressed my pillow against my face and prayed for sleep but sleep never came. The night dragged on and didn't want to come to an end, every time I closed my eyes I saw the picture he showed me, the way he pointed at the i’s, the t’s, saying her name, saying Kelsey, and I hated myself because I had seen it too, and I hated him more because he had planted that seed of doubt in me. How horrible must I be to believe the words of Dylan about a friend who has