All Chapters of my bully loves me : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The drive from Bentley to Helena’s hometown was long, winding, and heavy with silence. Her uncle's SUV hummed along the road, swallowing miles of highway and memory. Helena didn’t say much during the three-hour journey. Her mind was fixed on Brentford. On Greg. On the faces that whispered. The laughter that stung. And the lies that had almost destroyed her.Now, it was time to rewrite the story.When the car finally slowed and turned into a familiar street, Helena’s heart began to race.The house she grew up in looked the same—cream walls, potted plants by the porch, a wind chime still dangling from the gutter.Uncle Davy parked.“You sure you don’t want me to go in with you?” he asked.Helena shook her head. “I need to do this alone.”He gave her a nod of quiet pride. “I’ll wait out here.”Inside the House – Living RoomTricia sat curled up on the couch in a faded floral wrapper, sipping hot tea and tearing off pieces of buttered bread. A soft radio melody drifted from the kitchen, t

Brentford Academy – Library ArchivesThe air was dry and quiet in the school’s underused archives—a maze of dusty bookshelves and records no one had bothered to touch in years.Helena sat at a study table, her laptop open, a thick notebook beside her filled with names, dates, rumors, and truths. Greg sat across from her, headphones around his neck, reviewing Theo’s security footage for the hundredth time.Tessy entered, holding two file folders. “Got them. One from the year Sophia was here. The other—Bianca’s disciplinary file.”Helena looked up. “Was it hard to get?”Tessy smirked. “You forget. My mom’s on the school board.”Greg leaned in. “Let’s begin.”Scene Break – TestimoniesLater that day, Helena sat with a girl named Maria in one of the music rooms. Maria had once been close to Bianca—until the rumors about her personal life nearly forced her to drop out.“She said if I told anyone what I knew about Sophia… she’d make it worse,” Maria whispered, eyes full of old fear. “So I s

The hospital room was quiet.Too quiet.The beeping machine beside Theo’s bed had slowed into a soft, dragging rhythm.Helena sat beside him, holding his hand gently. Greg stood by the window, arms folded tight across his chest, his jaw clenched. Tessy sat curled in the corner, eyes swollen from crying but refusing to look away.Theo had been slipping in and out of sleep all afternoon. His voice was faint, but he still managed a weak smile every time someone made a joke. Still gave a thumbs-up when Tessy brought him his favorite mint gum.But as the sun dipped behind the hospital wing, painting the sky in burnt orange and gold, everything began to fade.His breathing slowed.His fingers relaxed in Helena’s palm.And then—The beeping stopped.Flatline.Just like that.Gone.Room 2B – Seconds AfterHelena’s mouth opened, but no sound came.Greg rushed forward. “Theo? Theo!”Tessy sprang from her chair, pressing the nurse button, calling his name over and over.But he didn’t answer.Not

Rain tapped softly against the windows of the Brentford library as Helena sat curled at a corner table, Theo’s notebook opened in front of her. His handwriting—sharp and precise—felt like a voice from beyond the grave.On the last page, circled in red ink, was a name:Mr. Silas Reynolds – Chief Accountant, Brentford Trust.Helena’s lips parted in a whisper. “He’s the one who handled the hush payments.”Greg slid into the seat beside her, shaking water from his hoodie. “I followed the trail Theo flagged in his files,” he said, pulling out a printed bank statement. “Brentford Trust transferred money to an offshore account tied to the same alias on Sophia’s payment list.”“Silas Reynolds,” Helena said grimly.“And guess who sits on the academy board?” Greg added, pushing the paper forward.Helena stared at it. Her fingers tightened around the page.“We take this to Dean Whitaker,” she said.“He’s one of the board heads,” Greg replied. “We need to go bigger.”Tessy appeared with two coffe

Scene Opens – Helena’s Bedroom, The moonlight stretched long across the room as Helena sat at her desk, the soft hum of her laptop the only sound. Her fingers hovered over the touchpad before finally double-clicking the file titled:“LastRecording_Sophia.m4a”The voice that came through the speakers was faint at first, trembling—but unmistakably Sophia’s.“If you’re listening to this… it means my story didn’t end in silence.”Helena’s breath caught in her throat. Her eyes shut slowly as the words washed over her.“They tried to erase me. Pretended I never existed. But I left pieces behind—notes, voice memos, shadows of the truth.”“You can’t bury a voice forever. Eventually, someone hears.”Tears slid quietly down Helena’s cheeks. She whispered to herself.“Not anymore. Not anymore.”Scene Shift – Brentford Library, Secret Study RoomGreg sat surrounded by documents, timelines, and audio clips. Naomi had returned to help. Tessy cross-checked files. Evidence had finally begun circling