Todos los capítulos de The Bully's Regret: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Cyrus BlackwoodThe smell of woods and pine invaded my senses when I rolled my window down. The air was damp as if it just rained. When we reached over to the location, I saw many students already idling there. The buses came in fragments. Students started spilling out and went over to meet their groups. I got out of the car and waved my driver off. As soon as I stepped foot, I saw many familiar faces that brightened up. I went ahead and clapped the boys on the shoulder. Ryan looked like he had just gotten up from his bed while Lucas and Ethan stood unbothered. “Not how I wanted to start this week.” Lucas yawned as he looked around. Ethan just grumbled and had his face twisted into irritation because there would not be any signals here, hence, his game would not work. A bus hissed behind us and students spilled out. I noticed everyone with their luggages enough for a month. The cheerleaders came out laughing and immediately joining us at the corner. Then came out Wren with only one

Cyrus BlackwoodI was busy finishing up my portion when Wren stepped in the cabin. She looked out of breath as she sat down and opened the files. Silence extended until scribbling sounds filled in the air. I got up and leaned against her table. She clicked her tongue in annoyance and it made me huff a laugh. I observed the way she wrote, neat but tight lettering. It was organized but still she was overwriting and scribbling over her mistakes. It was not entirely clean. “That’s wrong.” I pointed out.She did not look up, “Didn’t ask”“You’re categorizing them wrong,” I pushed, “I’ll fail this way.”She ignored my comment but went over to mark the changes. I walked over and grabbed her plastic bag of samples and turned each over before dropping them on the table. She flinched as she glared at the bag, I stated, “These won’t do.” Her eyes flickered up, “Then go out and collect them yourself.” I smiled as I pointed towards the fridge, “Already did.” I turned around and left before

Cyrus BlackwoodMy foot tapped restlessly on the ground as I leaned on the tree trunk. I had woken up early and gone for a run before I stood at the agreed position for the sample collection. She was late and it was agitating me. I got that she was sick but that was yesterday. I thought about that night. How my heart had sped up when I saw that expression of hers before she was taken away by the stream. It was disturbing my sleep more than it should have. I did not care about her but somehow if I had not jumped in there to save her then would I be happy? It would not have mattered to me if she were not my partner. I could have even applauded when Ethan shoved her but I felt something opposite at that moment. I felt pure rage directed at Ethan at that moment. Our friendship felt so brittle when he pushed her. I believe it was mostly because he acted on his own without consulting me but then again, I had been the one to instigate this hate in their hearts. Rightfully so. My train of

Cyrus BlackwoodThe sun was hidden behind the clouds, which made the environment dim. It was drizzling lightly, making the already damp environment more foggy and chilly. Everyone’s spirits were low as well considering it was the final day and the most important presentation as well. The tensions were high and morale was low. The weather was not helping anyone’s case.I was jogging my last lap while wiping the stray droplets off my forehead. Ethan slowly caught up to me. It was amazing how less he seemed interested in athletics or just anything that was not gaming. But his stamina spoke volumes about how fit he kept himself. “What is up with you?” Ethan asked as we stopped to catch our breaths and drink water.“What do you mean?” “You know what I’m talking about,” Ethan deadpanned as he looked irritated. “You’re losing sight with Wren.” I rolled my eyes as he was bringing up the same topic he did last night at the bonfire. I had just accidentally stared at Wren and that somehow gav

Wren CarterI felt cold water seep in my bones as I was pushed into the river. The last face I saw before getting swept away was my father’s. He had a vile smile on his face as he waved while I was struggling, trying to hold onto something. When I looked back, Cyrus was standing where my father stood previously. He was laughing uncontrollably. The water was slowly filling up my lungs. It was making it harder for me to rise up, so I slowly let go and got pulled into the waterbed. It seemed like an endless pit. I kept falling and falling. The second my vision went black, I gasped as I shot awake. I looked around the dark room as I was breathing heavily. I felt my body up to my throat; I was dry. The cold water felt so real. These nightmares were nothing new but ever since the incident at the trip, I have had nightmares about getting pushed in the river. Sometimes it was my father, sometimes it was Cyrus and sometimes even my own self. I slowly got out of my narrow bed, shook my head