All Chapters of my bully loves me : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Scene — Early Morning, Helena’s RoomHelena sat upright in bed, the gray dawn light filtering through her curtains. Her fingers trembled slightly as she opened the new message Tessy had sent to the group chat just before sunrise.From: Unknown NumberVoice Memo Attached: 2 mins 47 secondsGreg’s reply had already come in:GREG: Play it on speaker. We need to hear it together.Helena clicked the play icon.A female voice crackled to life.“My name is Miriam Ibe. I was a second-year student at Brentford when it happened. Henry told me no one would believe me. That no one would care.”Helena felt her stomach clench.“I saw Sophia in the hallway that night. Crying. She told me she was going to report what she saw—what he did. But she never got the chance.”There was a pause. Then—“Bianca knew. She told me to keep my mouth shut or I’d end up like Sophia. For years, I did. But no more. If this message reaches anyone who still remembers her—know this: She was telling the truth.”The audio e

Scene – Unknown LocationThe dim room was damp and cold. Cracks lined the walls, and the only piece of furniture was a thin mattress tossed carelessly on the floor. Helena stirred, eyes swollen from tears and exhaustion.The door creaked open.A man in a black ski mask stepped in. He held a small metal tray—on it, a plate of jollof rice and a plastic bottle of water.He walked over silently, dropped the tray beside her, and turned to leave.Helena forced herself up, weakly.“Why am I here?” she asked, her voice rough. “What do you want from me?”The man paused at the door.Then he turned sharply, eyes burning behind the mask. “Be quiet,” he barked. “Eat. Or starve.”Then the door slammed shut.Helena flinched, the sound echoing through the cold room. Her stomach growled, but she pushed the tray away. Not yet. Not until she knew what came next.She pulled her knees to her chest and stared at the ceiling, whispering to herself.“Greg… please find me.”Scene – Greg’s Bedroom, MidnightGr

Scene – Brentford Suburbs, Wayne ResidenceThe moon hung low over the neighborhood as Greg’s car pulled up in front of the familiar cream-painted house. The engine purred to a stop, headlights casting golden beams over the front steps.Inside, Mrs. Tricia had been pacing.The moment she heard the honk, her slippered feet rushed toward the door.Helena stepped out of the car—still in the oversized hoodie a female officer had given her, hair disheveled, eyes rimmed with exhaustion.And then—her mother was there.“Helena!”Mrs. Tricia threw her arms around her daughter before she could take another step. She held her tight, fingers trembling over her back like she had to make sure she was real.“I thought—” she gasped, pulling back to cup Helena’s cheeks. “Oh my God, my baby. What did they do to you?”Helena blinked back fresh tears. “I’m okay now, Mum. I swear.”Greg and Tessy stood behind them, silent but present—witnesses to the reunion that almost never happened.Scene – Inside the W

The assembly hall buzzed with disbelief, shock rippling through Brentford Academy like a tidal wave. Moments earlier, the video of Sophia and Miriam had played again—this time followed by newly surfaced evidence of financial corruption, illegal cover-ups, and misconduct that stretched all the way to the upper levels of the school.And then the doors burst open.Detective Adebayo entered, flanked by officers in navy-blue uniforms. Their presence silenced the murmurs instantly."We have warrants for the arrest of several individuals connected to the Brentford cover-up scandal," he announced, voice firm.Gasps rang out.Henry, seated at the front row, stood up sharply. Bianca beside him turned pale."Henry Obiano," the detective called. "You are under arrest for obstruction of justice, coercion, and involvement in attempted sexual assault."Greg stood from the back row, eyes fixed on him. Henry didn’t resist—he was too stunned. The crowd parted as the officers approached."Bianca Martins

Scene – Brentford Assembly HallThe podium stood empty beneath the gleam of spotlights, flanked by banners of Brentford’s school crest and rows of students whispering, waiting.The whispers ceased when Helena stepped onto the stage.Dressed in her school uniform with her blazer buttoned sharp and her hair pulled back neatly, Helena stood taller than she ever had before. She wasn’t here as a victim. Or a fighter.She was here as a voice.Behind her stood Greg, Tessy, and Dean Whitaker—who, for once, gave her a respectful nod before stepping aside.She gripped the microphone, took a breath, and began.“Good morning, Brentford.”A hush fell across the hall.“These past months have changed everything. Not just for me… but for all of us.”“We saw things we weren’t meant to see. Heard voices we were told to forget. And many of us… stayed silent.”A few students shifted in their seats. Some lowered their eyes.Helena continued, her voice steady.“But silence is what let the rot grow in this