All Chapters of The Bully's Regret: Chapter 21 - Chapter 25

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