Previously on The Bully......
Ivy receives a mysterious text from this person 'A'. Though she doesn't know she received that text and this 'A' person is closer than she thinks.
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I totally forgot how her phone was dead. I didn't want Blake to pick her up, I wonder if she still remembers me from the park.
Flashback---
It was grade two; recess. Everyone was outside little kids running and screaming all over the place but over by the broken slide, a place where all the teachers banned us from going, a soft yearnful cry full of heart ache was being produced. I made sure no teachers were looking before I checked behind the slide, a small, frail body curled up in a ball, shoulders shaking. I knelt down softly, touching her knee, startling her.
"Are you okay?"
She just bursts into more tears, not knowing what to do, I did the only thing that came to mind. I grabbed her pulling her close and hugging her just rocking us back and forth calming her down.
"What's wrong?"
Her voice so quiet I could barely hear her.
"A boy h-he pushed me and I got some cc-cuts."
I looked down seeing the palm of her hand pink with pebble indents and her knees with the same marks. I quickly got her to the school nurse. Once she was all healed up I introduced myself.
"Hello! I'm Alexander, what's your name?"
"My name is Ivy."
And the rest was history, well I would like to think so....
Flashback over-----
I still miss her, I left without a trace, right after I scared her and hurt her. I didn't mean to but I couldn't face her knowing I had hurt her. Though in the end I think I just caused more harm than good.
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How did you guys like the new chapter? You guys finally found out who A was. I'm hoping to update later this week maybe next week. Enjoy
- M
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The Bully
Teen FictionHe held gently on my face, my cheeks in his hands, his thumbs rubbing my cheeks. "I'm sorry" His face was full of regret, bloody and bruised I couldn't help but crawl away from him, whimpering. He came closer picking me up from the cold ground, my...
