Todos los capítulos de The Bully's Regret: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Wren CarterI stood cornered as my shirt clung to my body; my hair was plastered on my face. My lips were pale as the cold was slowly starting to take its toll on me. The water was dripping from my hair as I saw someone back up with a bucket. I felt my blood rush to my ears as I turned around to see everyone’s attention on me. Ryan hunched down as he looked at me menacingly. To him I was probably a bug, as I was half his size. I stepped away to create some distance. Even Christy materialized herself next to Cyrus. I was being cornered. I thought they had given up on me but they seemed to be more agitated. What truly unsettled me was Cyrus’ expression. He was not smiling. He seemingly wiped the prior smile off his face as he turned his attention to me. His face was devoid of any expression.“What is the meaning of this?” I clenched my teeth in order to stop clattering and to mince my words as the crowd was getting bigger. He had brought people with him this time. I was unsure about w

Wren CarterI stood at the same place, staring down the empty hallway until Cyrus left the ward. My heart was hammering as I thought over this conversation. The smell of antiseptic was really prominent. A dull ache was slowly creeping around my head. I did not have any breakfast and all this stress was making me lightheaded as the walls were too white and the light was too harsh. I decided to retreat back to mom’s room. When I entered, she stared at me with a soft smile. “He’s a polite kid.”I sighed as I sat down beside her. “Yeah, sure.”I could not tell her the type of person he was. I did not want Mom to worry about me. But I was curious. “What did you guys talk about?”“He was telling me about the trip and how you guys had scored top marks.” Mom beamed as she replayed the conversation. Her eyes seemed to sparkle. “I am so proud of you, Wren.”I did not feel relieved but worried that he had left out the river part. With the way she was talking, he might have. He was the type of

Wren CarterI huffed as I walked off the field as the cold air bit my cheeks. My face still burned, not from embarrassment but from realization settling deep in my bones. So my paranoia was justified. I pulled my hood and continued walking with my head down. The campus lights were flickering on as the sun slowly drowned. Every step I took felt heavier than the last, like I was dragging the weight of something invisible behind me.Those people had contacted Cyrus. This was more alarming than I could imagine. He was the type of person to side with them and hand me over. He only wanted to hold leverage over me. To have such a power over a person was beyond anyone. The hallways inside were mostly empty. I hated being in an empty hallway. The only sound was my shoes softly tapping against the ground. But at this moment, this silence was comforting. My comfort was short-lived as I heard voices from around the corner. Familiar and grating voices.They were around the corner, close enough t

Wren CarterBy the time I left the campus, the sun was on the horizon, about to dip into the abyss. The hues of red and oranges colored the sky as I matched my pace to the bricks on the floor. I looked up and smiled at people who walked past me.I stopped wearing my hoodie but it was cold and the air was biting so I pulled it back on. There were a few students idling across the courtyard and the rest were waiting for their friends or drivers. As I walked, I heard a low thrum of an engine behind me. Maybe it was one of the students waiting to pick someone up or they were stalling. But due to my previous experiences, I immediately felt my heart clench. I did not look back. Instead I looked up and walked ahead. The bus station was just ten minutes away if I speed walked but this part of the campus area was mostly scarce with the way the location was—in between the forest. The car came up beside me as I picked up my pace. I thought they had stopped following me. Did I do something wro

Wren CarterThe cafeteria was booming with noise. Everyone was excited for the football game as the spirits were high. I did not want to do anything with the game as Cyrus and his friends were in it. I would rather hope for the team to lose than root for them.I sat quietly at the table, picking at my food while the noise of the room faded into the background. My mind kept drifting back to yesterday and how strangely everything unfolded. Cyrus insisted on dropping me off at the hospital. Well, insisted was a polite way of putting it. It felt more like a threat than an offer. As if that wasn’t strange enough, he even brought along a gift for my mother.I had not wanted to give it to her at all, but the moment she saw it her face lit up with so much happiness that I did not have the heart to say anything. Of course, that only made things worse. She immediately started teasing me about him, the knowing smile on her face making my cheeks burn. I shut it down before she could get too far w