All Chapters of BABYSITTING MY BULLY: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

DarcieMy chest tightened as people gathered round. Some, staring in shock or pity, some, taking my situation as mockery. My head dropped down to the floor, my whole body was trembling like I wanted to faint. I held back the tears. Constantly reminding myself to survive. It's just a phase. The red like blood thing still seeped from my backpack. I don't know what Sloane used, but it gave an exact look of menstruation blood. “Get up already. You're a mess.” Girls grimaced. “Did that thing leak from your vagina?” Some boys laughed. The thing was, I didn't know where to start. I was helpless and stupid at that moment. I raised my head up, phones were up in the air. Sloane's mouth tore open as her eyes were so keen on her phone. She must be having a good time recording me. I tried to stand but my legs wouldn't move. That's when I figured out I couldn't, so maybe it's best I remain on that spot. Yes, I was giving up already. Just as my head hung low again, shutting my eyes against the disg

DarciePig?Pigs?I mean, Arthur had thrown me into a pen of dirty disgusting pigs? This was cruel, torture, brutal and horrific. I couldn't see, but I felt their skin touching mine. I remained still and stiff. The stench, so horrible I wanted to vomit. The smell choked. It clawed its way into my nose and throat, making me gag instantly. I was so irritated to the extent that if he lets me out, I'm peeling off this skin. Tears rolled down freely and I started breathing hard, chest heaving hysterically. At this point, I was hyperventilating. I was confused, I was scared. Do I sleep? Do I stay awake? It's night already. Countless hours before Arthur would release me. The oinks and grunts made me so uncomfortable. I started feeling more touches on my skin which made my hair stand up, I couldn't take it anymore, I screamed, perching back on the wall. Praying silently for help.I waited. Nothing. My heart pounded so loudly I almost asked for death. A faint flicker above my head—then the lig

Darcie My skin prickled with alarm. My chest rose and fell as I stared at the banner. Who would waste their precious time doing something like this? For what reason. My hands trembled and with force, my hands pulled the banner away. I squeezed it as hard as possible even though it hurt my palm. Sloane of course. She must have made everyone believe that I am a thief and I stole her money. “What are y'all looking at, huh?!” I snapped at the faces that kept on staring. They turned, minding their business since I yelled. I scurried to the bin and trashed it down there. Then went back into class. This time, I checked the chair for any glue, inspected the floor and chair and sat pathetically. But I didn't feel comfortable. Everyone kept staring, whispering. Calling me a thief. Sloane didn't even look in my direction, she was busy with her friends. But I couldn't handle it. I felt nervous, sick, and I couldn't bear the accusatory eyes. I stood up, grabbed my bag and stormed out of class. H

Darcie I didn't talk to Charles. Even the next day. I made breakfast. Stood all through the way Arthur wanted it to be. Charles' had been looking at me but I didn't return the stare. I knew deep down he craved to talk to me but I gave him no chances. This family is cursed. They're all wicked. My eyes turned to Arthur. I wished I could suffocate him with a pillow. Son of a bastard. After breakfast, I washed the dishes, then went to do Arthur's and Charles' laundry. It was Saturday. Charles' didn't go to the firm today with him. And the plan we wanted to execute to get rid of Arthur would have to hold for a while. Because I was slowly detaching myself from him. I don't think I should ever forget the fact that I'm just an ordinary person in this mansion. The sound of the machine hummed in the laundry room. I'm listening to music with an earphone. At least, this work could distract me from thinking too much. But, it wasn't working the way I wanted it to. I still couldn't breathe proper

DarcieReally? Was that servant part necessary? Genevieve gives me a lingering stare, then at Charles. Like a questioning look. “What is she doing here, Charles?”Charles laughed. “Oh, well. Arthur sent her here to deliver something.”“Oh.” She raises her brow, then whispers to Charles. “You know you can't bring someone that is from the valley here. What would people say? I mean, look at her dressing.”“I heard that.” I said boldly. The fucking audacity she has to look down on me like that. My eyes narrowed and Charles gulped. “Why don't you go back in, I'll come meet you.” He touched her hands on his shoulder and she smiled sweetly. “Okay.” She said in a sing-song manner before bouncing off. Charles sighed. “I'm sorry about that.” He chuckled, nervously, adjusting his tie. “You know, Genevieve could be like that at times.”“Wow. I got just insulted by the senate's daughter. How interesting.” I tapped my fingers on the table, annoyed, cracking my knuckles. “Don't mind her. It's f