All Chapters of The Bully's Regret: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Cyrus BlackwoodThe look in Wren’s eyes was one of absolute dullness. It was a look of defeat, something I never imagined to see. The fire in her was extinguished because she did not react like she used to. I felt a little ache in my heart to see her like this but it was necessary. Suddenly my mind brought back the image of Wren on the balcony, her eyes crinkled as she laughed. The smile that reached her eyes as she stood in that breeze. My jaw tightened slightly as I looked away, irritation flaring under my skin. This was not how it was supposed to go. A reaction would have closed the loop, and would have made this feel complete. Instead, it felt like something was left unfinished, like a conversation cut off midway.And I hated unfinished things.I watched her turn the corner of the hallway, Christy grabbed my arm, “Why didn’t you say anything?”I yanked my arm out of her grasp, “Maybe if you’d stop embarrassing yourself then I'd have the chance to speak up.” She looked horrified

Cyrus BlackwoodI stared at the bus as it disappeared behind the fog. The cigarette burning in my hand jerked me out of my trance. I cursed as I threw the butt on the floor and rubbed my hand. A puff of air escaped my mouth as the cold was biting into my cheeks. I thought over her words. Something in me felt different. Something that left a bad taste in one’s mouth. I stared at the ground for a while before calling my driver to pick me up. I planned this day to pester her, to elicit some kind of reaction but I received nothing in return.I ran my hands through my hair as I let out a quiet scoff, though there was no humor behind it. “What the hell was that…” I muttered to myself, my voice sounding foreign in the empty space around me. The question lingered unanswered, swallowed by the fog just like everything else.I sighed as I got up and stared at the bench Wren sat at just a few moments ago. The presence was still heavy in the air. I exhaled sharply, trying to shake the thought lo

Cyrus BlackwoodLoud laughter and chattering noises surrounded me in the cafeteria. Normally we would go out of campus and dine somewhere better than this place but at this moment after football practice I was too tired to go out anywhere else. We sat on a round table as everyone was either playing with their food or chomping down on their seconds. I stared down at my food. Blackwood offered a number of luxurious meals but I craved hamburgers and what they made me was an awful attempt at… I would not even call it a sandwich. It was a bagel with a huge salmon slice in between. In today’s menu the cafe was offering seafood. I pushed my plate away as I drank a huge sip of my black coffee. “Dude, the rookie will cost us a great loss if he isn’t taught right.” Ryan said as his mouth was full with whatever was on his plate. “Kick him out then.” I replied in a monotone. My mind was elsewhere. He paused eating. “But cap, he’s the only linebacker we have.”I gave him a long look, meaning

Wren CarterWhat was that? I rubbed my cheeks as I saw Cyrus’ receding back. I slowly got up and clenched my fist. I bet he felt like a saint doing that. Sauntering over and stopping my episode like some hero. My breath shallowed as I saw him disappear behind the door. I wanted nothing more than to scream but I was too shocked to even say anything. How long was he standing there for? Did he listen to my entire conversation? He must be feeling exalted to know more about my struggles. This was all his doing. I sniffled as I grabbed my bag and walked out of the phone booth. This was my last bank call. No one was ready to loan me that big of a sum. They knew it would take me years before I repaid them. I would not blame them but the least they could have done was tell me the alternative or help me out a little. At this rate the only option I had was either to drop out of this college or turn off my mom’s surgery and I knew there was no way my mom would survive without that surgery.

Wren Carter The hospital corridors always smelled faintly suffocating. I stood near the reception desk, fingers curled tightly around the pen as I signed the last form. The paper crinkled slightly under the pressure of my grip. I had not realized how tense I was until the nurse gently slid the file away from me.“You’ve already signed most of these,” she said, her voice softer than the environment deserved. “This was just the last one.”I nodded without really looking at her. My eyes stayed on the counter, on the faint scratches etched into its surface. It was easier than thinking.“You should eat something,” she added after a moment, studying me. “You look exhausted.”“I’m fine.” The response came automatically.She didn’t look convinced. “The cafeteria is open. Go sit down for a bit. It’ll help.”It would not. But arguing would take more energy than I had. So I nodded again, muttering a quiet “Okay,” before turning away.The walk to the cafeteria felt longer than it actually was. M