Who Is Bullying Riley Novels & Stories

I weep out, running out of the market immediately to spot my car outside. “ Elena come back here!” she yells as I run out, I don’t look back, I want to cry but I’m choking it back down my throat. I’m running to my car when I bump into someone. Shit! It’s Riley... “ Hey, are you now blind? I see you are already running away from school like a coward..” she stamp her brown boot on the floor then she start to walk around me as she speak, like a bully would do.

Their last stop was a pastry shop,they had stopped to have a bite before they made their way home. With her mouth full,Riley mentioned how she’s been taunted by the other kids at school for not having a mother or father. She opened up and mentioned how she got bullied most times at school and how she was always left out of the parent-student participation events because the teacher believed her parents would never show up for her. Rio, pained by Riley's revelation dropped his cup of hot chocolate and held her hands as he promised her that the next parents-student participation event coming up during the weekend, she would have a father and mother with her.

He didn't see how they'd been picking on me—and even worse, he was siding with them. "What did you say?" My voice was shaky. "Apologize to my family!" Wayne growled, his jaw tight with anger. I snorted in fury, yanked my wrist free, raised my other hand, and slapped him hard across the face. The sharp crack rang like a gunshot, and the room went eerily quiet. "I'm not apologizing for a damn thing!" I yelled. The silence stretched for a few seconds before someone broke it with a clap. Lucy, who had remained silent up until now, got up and made her way over to me. She threw her arm around my shoulders, clearly excited and overjoyed.

He climbed onto my lap and stared at my laptop screen. “Who’s that?” he asked, pointing to Kingston’s photo in one of the documents I had open. “Baby. you should be in bed,” I said. “He’s the guy from the restaurant!” Riley exclaimed as it dawned on him. “He’s also my boss,” I murmured. “He looks serious.” Riley squinted. “Is he gonna be my new dad?” I nearly spit out my coffee. “What? No!” He blinked at me, confused. “But I like him. He stood up for me in front of the bullies, remember?”

Riley’s expression was one of surprise and relief as she approached. “Ceres…” Riley began, her voice filled with awe and gratitude. I noticed the slight tremble in Riley’s hands and the shadows concealed beneath her makeup. Without hesitation, I pulled her into a warm hug, whispering in her ear, “Why didn’t you tell me you were being bullied?” Riley stiffened, her breath catching. “I…” she began, but her voice faltered, and her eyes glistened as she fought back tears. Before she could say more, the host approached, his excitement palpable.

Elena was so overcome that she dropped her wine glass, her eyes rimmed red. "Dante, you want to join the military?" I nodded and continued, "And pursue a double degree in law." Alessia's glasses instantly fogged up. "And a third major in financial management," I added. Giulia covered her face with her hands, tears streaming through her fingers. I looked at them all and smiled. "I also want to establish an anti-bullying foundation and use the clean money we've earned to help kids who were bullied just like me." In the living room, 109 beautiful women wept openly.

Blackwood Academy was indeed ridiculous. --- By the time I got home, I was exhausted, and the second I opened the front door— "Riele!" My sisters practically attacked me. Jane grabbed my arm, while Jessie grabbed the other. "What happened?!" "Tell us everything!" "Did you see Dylan Winthrop?!" "Did you touch him?!" I groaned. "Can I at least sit down first?" "No." I sighed dramatically. Then I spent the next twenty minutes telling them everything—the bullying, the ruined books, the classroom, the physics lesson, Vanessa, the group chat... I mean, everything. By the end of it, both girls looked horrified.

Wait, he didn't sound in the least bit distressed; in fact, it sounded more like he was fighting back laughter. "Ryder, are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine; I'm just trying to come to terms with the fact that a group of ten-year-olds are this badass." "What's that noise in the background?" It sounded like someone was arguing. "Lyon's fighting with his daughter." "Oh?" Why do I feel so protective of a little girl I have never met?

I shake my head at him, is this going to be a confession? "It happened when we were in junior high school." We? Is this about me? I'm more than curious to know now. "There is this boy that used to hang out around you, and collect money and other stuff from you..." Of course, I remember that. Stanley used to be my biggest bully, but thankfully he suddenly left just before our senior year. Wait... Does Pierce have anything to do with it? "Well, one day, my parents travelled, so I invited him over to our house, and I beat him to a pulp and smashed his head with a baseball bat."

But I had something more personal in mind. "That’s a good topic, Richard. But I was thinking… what about ‘The Risk of Bullying Among Lower-Class Students’?" I smiled faintly—trying to hide the ache behind it. Being bullied hurt more than anyone knew. Richard went quiet. His eyes held words he hadn’t yet spoken. "To be honest… I feel really guilty. I know I used to join the others in bullying you. I want to make things right. I want to learn from you." His voice was sincere. I could see it in his eyes.