Slaves of Unforgotten Past

CODE OF HAMMURABI

CHAPTER NINE

A few years have passed and we're already in our last year in high school. It was indeed the most exhausting years of my life.

Never did I imagine that in my remaining high school days, I would still be bullied by some.

And it's all because of Troy!

The intense bullying happened when Troy made a public announcement about our relationship on our school website.

Though it has already been a few months since Troy decided to inform the whole campus that I am his, he is mine, and that we are already engaged, his fanatics still didn't leave me alone.

And I don't know what was running in Troy's mind when he abruptly announced our engagement without my consent.

I am not sure if he is proud or if he is just enjoying seeing me getting bullied and receiving death glares from his fanatics.

Ugh! I hate it!

Well, anyway, it also happened a few months ago when Troy started giving me sweets like chocolates, cupcakes, and cakes, and he never failed to give me bouquets as well.

Troy's action then made Chelsey and her feeling-pretty backups jealous so they began to bully me to the nth level.

At first, I really did turn a blind eye to it but their actions got severe every time and it was already unbearable. So, I decided to put a stop to that kind of shvt and give them what they deserve.

I did fight them back.

When they did post some edited pictures of me naked and feeling slutty on our campus website, I also did post, anonymously, a video of them partying in a club where Chelsey was seen to be using prohibited drugs as my counterattack. And if you'll ask me where did I get it? Huh! It's a top secret. I do have my ways.

Well, anyway, moving forward, Chelsey and her squad did receive a punishment because of that. They were suspended for a month and were in rehab during their suspension since the video I anonymously posted was legit and not fabricated.

Though our principal also asked someone to investigate the person behind Chelsey’s leaked video, they were unable to track me as the person behind it.

Huh! I'm not a messy kind of person. I don't dare leave a footprint.

And yes I admit that the principal did suspect me at first but they can't find any evidence against me.

And that was the time I realized that fighting back will make you feel better. It also helps you minimize the number of your foes.

And during those years in high school the “Code of Hammurabi” is certainly my favorite motto.

And yes, going back to the present, the bell rings, signaling that it's already time for our Physical Education class. Though we are now in our senior year we are still required to join the yearly intense physical activities of the school.

I wanted to skip this kind of activity but due to it being a mandatory requirement, not only by the school but also by the government, I was left with no choice but to participate in it.

"Hey, Cassandra! What the fudge did you do to Chelsey's P.E. uniform?"

Alexa, one of Chelsey's minions, was so fond of making my high school life a living hell.

"What?! How are you so sure that I was the one who tore her uniform? Do you have proof?"

I retorted. Well, it's indeed true that I was the one who tore her uniform as I was so angry at her when she again posted an edited picture of me sleeping with various men.

‘Is she not yet done with her cheap tactics?’ I thought.

She's so lame to think of that kind of foolishness because only a moron will believe it.

Isn't she tired of this show? Geez, no one will ever believe her. I am a good student and I haven't been with any men aside from Troy.

Besides, it has been proven before that the pictures of me circulating on our campus website are all photoshopped.

However, those pictures caused me a lot of misunderstandings with the professors, and I was embarrassed by them.

Well, it all happened in the past anyway, and going back to the main topic, Alexa was lost for words as she was not expecting that I would fight them back.

So she turned her head to face Chelsey for help but the latter didn't open her mouth at all.

I'm a bit bothered by Chelsey's silence but who cares? If she will do something horrible then this will be the best time for them to know how bitchy I am anyway.

I stared at Chelsey’s face and she was staring back at me. After a few minutes, she then left, without saying a single word.

That's strange yet it felt better.

Her “girls” then left with her dumbfounded. They were, maybe, expecting some riots or what.

Moving forward, a few hours passed and a lot of things happened in the morning. And here I am sitting on the bench beside our canteen, trying to dry the sweat that was spread all over my body.

Geez! I'm exhausted by the five hundred kilometers run.

I'm not happy about the school's rules regarding this kind of activity. It was said that we, students, are required to participate in at least three activities.

But running is the only activity I participated in.

However, it has been said and written in our school's rules and regulations book under school yearly physical activities that if the student participates in running, swimming, or biking, it is okay not to participate in other fields.

And yes, it's no longer a question as to why most students prefer running overall activities.

"Hey, you seem tired. I didn't know that you haven't improved and still suck in this physical activity. Aren't you embarrassed by being a senior student but still can't win an easy running competition?"

Troy broke the silence of my surroundings.

I never said anything to him as I didn't have the strength to argue with him yet I still gave him my deadly stare.

"Here. I bought you water. Have some."

He reached his hand that was holding the water bottle.

Since I was still thirsty after drinking my remaining not-so-much water in my tumbler, I thankfully accepted his offer.

After taking the water bottle from his hand, Troy sits beside me.

"People will hate me more because of this," I stated, still looking and observing his well-proportioned face.

But then, he only looked at me, smiling.

'Was he so happy seeing me getting bullied by his fangirls?'

I shook my head in disbelief.

"Our wedding will soon be happening for a few years but I haven't introduced you properly to my friends and other pack members yet,"

I choked upon hearing Troy's words.

'Wedding?' I couldn't hide

"Pack members? What's that?" I curiously asked.

"You'll know soon," he replied as he winked.

"Turn around. You're sweating so badly. We need to pat dry your back since you are a weak woman. You might easily get sick,"

I raised an eyebrow.

"Who's weak?! I'm not weak. You already witnessed how I fought those men and women who tried to insult me before," I replied.

He then flicked my forehead.

"I know. I know. Now turn,"

During my years with Troy, he never failed to make me feel like I was the most important woman in his life. He never failed to treat me as how all women should be treated.

He's so caring, gentle, kind, and sweet. There's nothing more I could ask as he was so perfect.

"Are there many people in your town? When we're there, I wasn't able to look at your people closely,"

Troy hummed as a means of saying "yes".

"I knew that we have been dating for almost three years now but I still couldn't help but wonder if your friends would like me," I said as I bowed down my head hiding my nervousness and worries that they would find me boring and not worthy of Troy.

As you all know, a lot of people say that I don't deserve to be with Troy. They will compare me to other girls whom they find perfect for Troy.

Because of this, I do have a lot of insecurities built in me. Yet, I haven't talked with anyone else in this matter, not even my family or Troy.

I don't want them to worry. And I also don't want Troy to see me as an overacting person who loves overthinking.

"You don't have to worry about them. They will surely like you. You will be my wife after all,"

Troy then gave me a reassuring kiss on the forehead.

"I love you," I said to him.

I'm waiting for him to say "I love you" too but as always, after almost four years of being together, it never happens.

But it's okay, his actions never failed to say he loves me anyway.