Semua Bab my bully loves me : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Three Years Ago — Brentford Academy, Term 3It started with a whisper.A name.A file.A door that should’ve been locked… but wasn’t.Sophia Makinde had always been curious — a scholarship student with sharp eyes, quick hands, and a thirst for answers. Brentford glittered on the surface, but underneath, she’d seen its cracks. And she knew how to listen.She also knew the rumors about the boys in power — the secret meetings, the falsified grades, the girls who left mid-term without warning.But what she never expected was to find her own name on the list.One Week Before She VanishedThe principal had left her office door open after hours — a mistake.Sophia slipped in. The office was dark except for the low hum of the backup monitor. She didn’t mean to snoop. She just wanted to understand why her scholarship was suddenly “under review.”But what she saw wasn’t just about her.Ten names.All girls.All scholarship students.All gone.Some marked “Expelled”. Others “Transferred”.But th

The air was still warm as evening settled over the city, but the hallways of Saint Jude’s Hospital carried a chill that clung to Helena’s arms like frost.She followed Greg in silence as they moved past the nurses’ station and took the elevator to the third floor. The building smelled faintly of antiseptic and wilted flowers. Helena hated hospitals—too many memories she couldn’t bury. But tonight wasn’t about her.Tessy was still sedated. Her body curled beneath crisp white sheets, an IV trailing into the crook of her elbow. Her lips were pale. Bruised.Greg stood at the foot of the bed, jaw clenched. “She’s been like this since yesterday?”Helena nodded. “The doctors said the drugs used were... heavy. It could’ve been worse.”Greg didn’t respond immediately. He just stared at Tessy like he was trying to hold back everything he wanted to scream. Finally, he spoke.“She didn’t deserve this. None of this.”Helena lowered herself into the chair beside the bed, brushing Tessy’s fingers wi

The school courtyard buzzed with its usual midday chatter as a familiar figure stepped out of the dark-blue school shuttle.Her curls bounced gently in the breeze.Her smile—faint, but real—sent a ripple through Helena’s chest.Tessy was back.“TESSY!” Helena screamed, abandoning her tray and sprinting across the courtyard. Students turned as she ran, arms open, the first true grin on her face in weeks.Tessy laughed and dropped her bag just in time for Helena to crash into her, hugging her tightly.“You’re really here,” Helena whispered.Tessy clung to her. “I told you I would be.”“You scared the hell out of me,” Helena said, pulling back, tears gathering in her eyes.“Same,” Tessy whispered. “But I’m stronger now. And I’ve got a score to settle.”Greg walked up, hands in his pockets, watching the reunion with quiet relief. “Good to see you on your feet again.”Tessy gave him a faint smirk. “And you still looking like you never sleep. That’s comforting.”Greg raised a brow. “We’ve h

Helena blinked slowly, the antiseptic sting of the hospital room grounding her back into reality.Beside her, Greg sat rigid in the corner chair, elbows on his knees, watching her every move.Tessy hovered near the bedside table, arms folded tightly across her chest, concern etched in every line of her face.But it was the sound of hurried footsteps down the hallway—and the familiar voice calling her name—that made Helena’s pulse spike.“Helena! Baby!”The door burst open.Mrs. Tricia, still in her nursing uniform, hair disheveled, rushed into the room.“Mum,” Helena whispered hoarsely.Tricia crossed the room in seconds and pulled her daughter into her arms, tears slipping down her cheeks. “What happened? Are you okay? Jesus—when Tessy called, I thought—”“I’m okay,” Helena whispered. “I just… slipped. That’s what the doctors think.”Her mother pulled back slightly, brushing Helena’s hair from her face. “Slipped where? How?”Tessy stepped forward gently. “In the bathroom. After schoo

The hallway was almost silent, save for the soft click of Helena’s shoes against the marble floor.Everyone was in class, but she needed air. A moment to think. She’d just left the library after finding an old notebook tucked behind a shelf—its pages blank, but the leather cover strangely familiar. It was embossed with a single letter: S.She didn’t know why, but it gave her chills.As she turned the corner toward the east wing staircase, a low voice cut through the silence.“Well, well... if it isn’t Brentford’s most untouchable girl.”Helena stopped.Henry.He stood near the lockers with two boys she didn’t recognize—both dressed like they’d stepped off the cover of a prep school magazine. Henry leaned against the wall, arms folded, eyes glinting.She said nothing, kept walking.He fell into step beside her.“You always walk alone?” he said, smirking. “Risky. Especially with legs like yours. Someone might follow.”Helena froze. “Back off.”Henry tilted his head, eyes dragging over h