BULLIED NO MORE

Chapter 3

One afternoon, I was in my room, lost in a novel, when I heard a car horn outside. I looked out the window to see Victoria being dropped off by a man. They shared a kiss, and he smacked her ass before driving off.

I felt a wave of disgust wash over me.It was barely four months since my dad passed and another man is in her life.

Victoria entered the house, calling out my name.

" Aryana, Aryana"

I went downstairs, answering, "Yes, ma'am?"

Dress up, i need you to deliver some paperwork to my younger brother. "And don't open it," she added, her eyes narrowing.

I nodded, feeling a sense of unease. What was in that paperwork that I wasn't allowed to see?

I dressed in silence, my mind racing with questions. But I knew better than to ask Victoria anything. She would only shut me down or worse.

As I took the paperwork from her, our fingers touched, and I felt a chill run down my spine. I couldn't wait to get out of the house and away from her.

As I walked to Victoria's brother's place, I couldn't help but think about the last time I saw him. I was younger, and I had accidentally spilled juice on his shoe. He had hit me, and ever since then, I had disliked him.

I arrived at his front door and knocked. He opened it, and I greeted him, "Good day, Uncle Nick."

"Ah, Aryana, it's been a while," he replied. "What brings you here?"

"I brought some paperwork from your sister," I said, holding out the file.

"Thanks, Aryana. Come on in, let's talk about the past" he said, stepping aside to let me in.

"Do I have to?" I asked, hesitating.

"Yes, please, come in. I want to say some things to you," he said, his tone firm but gentle.

I sighed and entered the house. The interior was sleek and modern, with a large living room and a staircase curving up to the left. I sat on a plush couch, feeling a bit out of place.

Uncle Nick sat across from me, taking the file from my hand. "Thanks again, Aryana. I appreciate it."

"No problem," I replied.

He opened the file, scanning the contents. "So, Aryana, I wanted to apologize for my behavior all those years ago. I was wrong to hit you, and I'm truly sorry."

I shrugged, trying to brush it off. "No problem, Uncle Nick."

He nodded, then got up and went upstairs, calling out, "Aryana, Aryana!"

I answered, "Yes, Uncle?"

He replied, "In here."

I climbed the stairs, wondering what he wanted to show me. The upstairs hallway was lined with family photos, and I could hear Uncle Nick's voice coming from a room at the end of the hall. I approached the door, feeling a sense of trepidation. What did he want to show me?

I entered the room, seeing Uncle Nick folding his clothes to put away in his wardrobe. "Need some help?" I asked.

"Yes, please," he replied, handing me a shirt.

As I helped him, he said, "I'm going to grab my phone downstairs. Be right back."

A few minutes later, he returned, staring at me with an unsettling intensity. "Aryana, you're so beautiful now," he said, his voice low and husky.

I smiled, thinking nothing of it since he was my uncle. But then he lifted me off my feet, and I panicked. "Put me down, Uncle! What are you doing?"

He ignored me, placing me on his bed and climbing on top of me. He grabbed my boobs with both hands, and I slapped him, pushing him away. "Get off me!"

I rushed out of his house, questioning myself. "Am I cursed? Why do all these men just want to get into my pants?"

I hurried back home, climbing upstairs when Victoria called me back. "Aryana, what happened? My brother called me, saying you slapped him."

I started crying, shaking. "He...he tried to...to touch me!"

Victoria's expression turned cold. "So what? That's why you'd hit him? You're not even a virgin, are you? You're just a w***e!"

I felt a sting from her words. "I am a virgin! ... and ...and he's my uncle he shouldn't do that"

But she just scoffed. "Don't lie to me. Just shut it .You won't eat dinner tonight."

I ran to my room, feeling defeated and ashamed.

One week later, Victoria announced her engagement while she and Nicole were having dinner in the dining room. I was eating in the kitchen, visible to them through the open doorway.

"Girls, I have some news to share," Victoria said, a sly smile spreading across her face.

"What is it, Mum?" Nicole asked, looking up from her phone.

"I'm engaged!" Victoria exclaimed.

Nicole's eyes widened. "What? Who's the lucky guy?"

Victoria's smile grew wider. "His name is Richard. And I'm going to court with him today for our wedding."

I stopped eating, shocked.

"Who's Richard?" Nicole asked, confusion etched on her face. "You've never mentioned him before."

Victoria waved her hand dismissively. "It's a long story. Just know that I'm happy, and that's all that matters."

I got up from the kitchen table, my heart racing. "What about our house?"

Victoria's expression turned cold as she gazed at me from the dining room. "I'm selling it off. We don't need it anymore."

I felt a pang of sadness and loss. "But...where will I go?"

Victoria shrugged, turning back to Nicole. "You'll come with us, of course. Now, let's finish dinner. I have to get ready for the ceremony."

I felt a pain in my heart, so angry I wanted to explode. I was done with eating, so I ran upstairs, trying to cry, but couldn't. I laid down and slept off.

Waking up in the evening, I saw Richard dropping Victoria off, and they shared a kiss. I felt hurt again, raging with anger and heartbreak. I got dressed in one of my nicest outfits, determined to attend a party one of my seniors was hosting.

When I arrive there, I found out it was a wild party - they were smoking, drinking, and playing games with loud music. I thought I could use a drink, but the image of my stepmom kissing Richard flashed in my head, and I got even more pissed. It had only been four months since she married him.

I drank so much, coupled with the fact that I'd never tasted alcohol before. But I wanted to drown in my pain. After hours of sitting in a corner, I asked someone where I could find the bathroom.

"It's in one of the rooms upstairs," they replied.

I staggered and entered a room, managing to find my way into the bathroom. I took down my skirt and panties and urinated. Coming out of the bathroom, I struggled to lift my panties when I saw a guy in the room smoking and looking at me.

"Hey, you okay?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

"I...I think so," I stuttered, trying to lift my skirt.

"Let me help you," he said, walking towards me.

"I'm fine," I said, trying to push him away.

But he staggered a little, reeking of alcohol. "Shhhh," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear.

Before I could react, he bent over, picked up my skirt, and raised it to my thighs. As soon as he touched my skin, he got triggered. He kissed me, and I tried to push him away.

"Stop," I said, but he tried to persuade me.

"Come on, it's okay," he slurred.

But I felt the alcohol really getting to me. I was being lifted up by him, and I couldn't think straight.

"Have we met?" I asked, saying nonsense. "Hey, you...who are you?"

He didn't answer, his eyes fixed on mine. He became hard and pushed me onto the bed. I tried to resist, but he was too strong.

"Hey, be gentle," I pleaded, but he ignored me.

He stared at me, his eyes filled with lust, and continued kissing me. I fell for it, and he had s*x with me.:

The next morning, I woke up to a nightmare. A naked guy was lying beside me, and I was naked too. I screamed, and he woke up, turning to face me. I screamed even more, trying to cover myself with the duvet.

"Oh my God.You... Aryana? he said, rubbing his eyes.

"Bentley what are you doing here?" I demanded, trying to stand up while holding the duvet around me.

"Hello, it's my room," he replied, looking at me with a mixture of confusion and disgust.

As I stood up, I felt a searing pain and looked down to see blood on the bed. I started crying, and his eyes followed mine to the blood-stained sheets.

I was in pain, shaking as i picked up my clothes. "Shut up and leave this room!" he screamed at me.

I wore my bra and was about to put on my panties when he stood up and dragged me out of the room. "I can't believe I had s*x with a filth like you! Get out, you nerd!"

I begged him, "Wait, please wait! Let me dress up, I'm naked! Please don't do this!"

But he dragged me out, saying, "I don't want to open the door and find you still in my house!"

I stumbled, trying to cover myself, as he threw me out of the room.

I got dressed and was heading out of his house when I saw a few people still sleeping on the floor, couch, and different places. I wiped my tears, wondering how I got into this mess of losing my virginity. I was hurt that a guy would have s*x with a virgin, see her cry, and instead of comforting her, send her out naked. I hated him with everything I had.

I went home it was still early so i snuck into my room throughmy window. I knew that no one would even notice i wasn't home, and it was Saturday. I had chores to do, but all I wanted was to lay on my bed all day. I felt empty, used, and betrayed. I couldn't believe I let myself get into this situation.

As I walked into my room, I collapsed onto my bed, tears streaming down my face. I couldn't stop thinking about what happened. I felt like I'd lost a part of myself, and I couldn't get it back.How can i continue with school and keep seeing him?.Why does my life have to be hard snd unbearable?.

I spent the rest of the day in bed, unable to face my chores or anything else. I just wanted to hide under the covers and forget everything. But I knew I couldn't forget. I had to face the consequences of my actions.

As the day went on, I couldn't shake off the feeling of shame and guilt. I felt like I'd let myself and everyone else down. I didn't know how to move on from this, but I knew I had to try.

I was washing dishes when Victoria came downstairs to announce to Nicole, who was having breakfast in the dining room, "Good morning, girls! It's the weekend, and today we're going to pick out our clothes to take to Richard's house. The rest of our stuff will be brought over by the movers."

Nicole looked up from her cereal, surprised. "Wait, what? You're moving us in already?"

Victoria nodded. "Yes, dear. We're starting our new life together. And there's something else I should mention... Richard has a grown-up son."

Nicole's eyes widened in shock. "What? You didn't mention that before!"

Victoria shrugged. "I didn't think it was a big deal."

I felt a knot in my stomach, thinking about everything that had happened. I couldn't believe Victoria was just moving on with her life like nothing was wrong.

I felt a surge of anger at Victoria's words, but I kept quiet, continuing to wash the dishes.

We all soon packed up our stuffs and headed to Richards places.

As we arrived at Richard's place thirty five minutes later,I couldn't help but notice how grand it was. The house was a large, modern mansion with a beautifully manicured lawn and a circular driveway. The exterior was sleek and sophisticated, with large windows and a tall, imposing door.

Inside, the house was just as impressive. The foyer was spacious, with a high ceiling and a sweeping staircase. The walls were adorned with expensive-looking artwork, and the floors were made of polished marble.

"Welcome, everyone!" Richard said, standing in front of the door with a warm smile. "I'm so glad you're finally here."

Victoria kissed him, and Nicole and I exchanged a hesitant glance.

"You're soon to meet my son," Richard continued. "He's a great kid, but he's a bit shy. He'll come out of his room soon to welcome you."

"Okay," Nicole said, looking around the new house.

"Let me show you to your rooms," Richard said, leading us upstairs. "Nicole, you're in this room, and Aryana, you're right next door."

I walked into my room, trying to process everything that had happened. As I began unpacking, I turned around and saw the shock of my life.

Bentley , the guy I had s*x with, and the same guy who humiliated me in school, was standing in the doorway, a smirk on his face.

"Well, well, well," he said, his eyes fixed on me. "Look what we have here."

I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. "What are you doing here?" I demanded.

Bentley chuckled. "I'm Richard's son. And you're...well, you're just a surprise."

I couldn't believe it. This is my worst nightmare come true.