BULLIED Series

Chapter 3

sorry door.

"Iris speak to me!" I heard my mom say trying to open the door.

ha! it's locked

I dropped my backpack on the bed and turned to the bathroom to put on the shower in my bath.

"just open the door please we need to talk" she said again sounding a little softer than a while ago.

"no"

"please, Iris, I need to know what's wrong"

"nothing is!"

"you can't block me out forever, please I need to speak to you if not for anything at least for the fact you're my daughter"

"oh, so you recognize that"

"Iris!"

"no"

"please... we can't go on like this" she sounded at the verge of tears.

I've blocked my mom out for the past two years and it hurt because my mom used to be my best friend.

and she just gave you up for money.

That's enough reason to never let her in again.

"I think I can"

I would not cry!!

"Iris... please" now her voice sounded like she was in tears.

I don't care!

I don't give a f**k!!

But it still made a tear drop from my right eye.

In a matter of seconds, I was crying too. Crying at everything I had lost, everyone I had told goodbye.

how did things change so fast?

Even though it still hurts, I wasn't as stupid to let her in once more. It would be plain stupid of me.

"Go away mom" and with that I walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

I'm way too good at goodbyes.

Chapter 5

Dark Side

“Cause everybody has a dark side and I'm across, never meant to be the bad guy but now I'm lost”

ZARA LARSSON-DARK SIDE

After having my bath, I put on a plain white shirt with shorts and laid on my bed. Just staring at my ceiling.

Too good at goodbyes by Sam Smith blaring through my headset and I laughed at the sudden coincidence of my playlist and my life.

This song is a technical motivation to block out so many toxic people in my life right now.

like Vicky..

Vicky was my friend at my early days in school, but she walked out of my life last year when Hunter had asked her to be his girlfriend.

Yeah, she left me.

I really don't blame her though. Who would choose a bullied little sixteen-year-old over a hot rich jock that looked undeniably hot and sexy.

no one would.

not even my parents

That made me wonder sometimes, if Megan had met Hunter would she still be a friend to me?

I doubt so.

The next song to play from my headset was dark side by Zara Larsson. I really loved that song plus the fact that you could interpreted it in a million ways possible depending on how you feel.

After a few minutes of tossing and stirring on the bed reality hit me that I haven't had a good meal since breakfast.

I turned to check the time and it was just five. Clearly giving me four more hours till my next medication.

I got up from the bed exchanging my headset for earphones, and changing from shorts to sweatpants.

It took a while but later on, I scrambled downstairs with my hoodie over my head again.

I approached the main door but I was stopped when my dad spoke.

"Iris, your mom told me something" his tone sounded like he's aiming for a conversation.

How amusing.

"Oh, and what could that be?" I responded sarcastically without turning back to face him

"turn around and let me see you"

Really?? At this point in life all he could do was give me a command??.

"yeah, I could do that or I could just walk out this door and pretend we didn't have this conversation"

"please turn around" he pleaded but desperation suits no one dad.

"yeah the latter seems a lot more fun to me"

And with that I walked out the door.

fuck he cares!!

he can go to hell with his pocket of change.

I marched out angrily and felt another set of tears about to spilled but I ain’t having it.

The sky seems oddly dark today. Okay the sun was setting and all, but it looked kinda rainy. And it seemed chilly.

Good thing I wore my hood.

like I could ever leave my room without it.

I walked for a while still listening to some songs on my playlist before arriving at Tucker's.

Tucker's was the burger shop I worked in on Fridays only so I could have a little money at hand without asking my parents.

Believe me, I felt like their cash was blood money. Well actually it is.

With my blood.

I saw Tucker, the owner of this mignifiqûe at a corner of the restaurant by the vending machine, looking like he was holding a staring contest with it.

This man never seizes to amuse me, I mean just looking at him could send you reeling in laughter.

I pushed my arms into the pocket of the hoodie and walked up to him.

"Good evening Tucker" I said while skipping to his side.

"Girl, you sound cheerful. Gotten laid yet?" he responded with his western accent tearing his gaze away from the vending machine to me.

My eyes just widened in shock. I wanted to reply but my words weren't coherent. so I shook my head in reply instead.

"And here I was thinking about matching my stripped trousers with a green shirt and purple suspenders to make a grand entrance into the wedding to shout I have an objection pastor; this young lady is my wife"

"Oh no, you aren't wearing that to my wedding" I teased, and we both burst out laughing, but I winced a little because of the pain in my ribs.

"you okay kid?" he asked narrowing his eyes at me as we made our way back to the counter.

"yeah yeah am fine" I brushed off the topic. I don't even wanna think about it.

"oh yeah, explain the bandage" he said that's when I realized I still had the bandage on.

shit I can't lie now

or can I?

"I was running in the hallways and hit my head so hard I had a concussion" I said casually and even added a shrug.

Damn I'm a liar.

"oh and the hallway was on fire" he questioned again. What was with everyone and questioning me today?

"err.. no?"

"Good, then explain the burn on your neck also"

how the hell had he seen that.

"An accident" I replied looking down. I couldn't lie to him in the face.

At least not when I'm almost caught.

He just sighed, leaned on the counter, and said lowly to me "you know you can talk to me right? you can tell me anything."

I nodded at his statement but it's not like I'm gonna be doing that anytime soon.

Yeah, I knew I could talk to him, but I didn't just want to add you to my list of people who'll abandon me to suffer just to be on the safe side.

"Good, so what can I get ya?" he stood straight and put on his smile that had disappeared during our little chitchat.

"A burger and banana milkshake will do please" I answered gleefully like a five year old.

"she's aiming for a belly just like mine" Tucker laughed while patting his protruding belly.

"I'm aiming for bigger" I winked at him and we both laughed once again with a little less enthusiasm on my side.

"oh my, seven hundred bottles of Tequila would do the trick in two days"

"Jesus!!!, a big belly not a big hole in the liver!!" I shouted at him in absolute shock.

Is he trying to kill me?

"Order coming right up" he said in between laughing and going to the backroom.

I looked round the place and nothing had changed, nothing usually changes though.

The order took a while so I began humming Beethoven's für d'elise to myself to while away my time.

A few minutes later, he came back with my food.

"thank you" I said putting a little cash on the table.

"Keep the change" he whispered and winked at me.

With a bright smile, I collected my order.

"Thanks a lot, I owe you one" I whispered then took my money back and waved him a goodbye before walking out of the restaurant.

The weather had chilled an awful lot so I hugged my body for warmth and started walking to the park.

But then a voice from behind stopped me dead in my tracks.

"Someone skipped school today"

Chapter 6

Slience

“And i have never had someone to call my own,

I've been looking fora real one to hold on to”

MARSHMELLO FT KHALID- SILENCE

Oh shit

Instinctively, without even turning around, my hand's shot up to cover my face, in case of any impending strikes on my body.

Spilling my milkshake and dropping my food on the gravel that was damp with dew.

"I'm sorry, the nurse told me I wasn't stable enough to stay at school so I went home, I'm so so s-sorry, please don't hit me" I whimpered in fear hoping he might have mercy since we were in public.

"the nurse?" He asked with confusion in his voice and that was when I realized that voice didn't belong to Hunter. I perked my head up to see who it was.

It's the guy who helped me with my glasses. He stood few feet away from me with his arms crossed, wearing a stoic expression.

"You were at the nurse's today?" he asked up again and I realized I hadn't answered him the first time he asked a question.

"yeah I was" I was shivering right now and I think it was due to the weather and the aftermath of the shock.

"Iris, are you okay?" He was looking at me in a quizzical manner. At this point the wind picked up and I hugged myself tighter to create a lot more heat within.

"let's go" was the next thing he said before stooping down to pick my spilled food.

"I'll get you another meal nearby" he says after throwing my food into the bin and he began walking towards a direction.

After taking a few steps forward and realised he was walking alone he decided to turn back and check on me. I was still glued to my spot, contemplating whether or not to trust this guy.

I literally saw him laughing away with my enemy.

"Aren't you gonna come?" He asked, but I just stood there staring. He sighed loudly and added a six-letter word that seemed so innocent "please?".

Still dumbfounded, I grudgingly walked a few steps behind him. Not saying a word.

We walked for a very short while before stopping by an Audi car. He brought out his keys and pressed a button that brought the car to live.

Sure i was playing the dumb one here, but hell this baby was hot. The red car just looked like a devil mobile.

"Here, get in" He said opening the passenger door for me. I eyed him warningly for a second before he chuckled and whispered "I ain't a kidnapper baby".

For some reasons that statement made me a lot less comfortable. I got in and sat down, leaning my head on the window as he jogged up to the driver's and got in.

He started the vehicle and soon we were driving off at a smooth tempo.

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A few minutes passed and we were still on the road. I wanted to ask where we were going but I was still choosing not to say a word.