THE FACE OF MY BULLY

KHLOE’S POV.

“Hi girlfriend.” I heard him say in his deep masculine voice as he leaned in to place a kiss on my forehead. His right hand going around my waist.

I felt anger, and hatred surge through me. My eyes landing on the same lips he had spat on me with, few days ago, days before my death. I suddenly felt the urge to puke on him.

Why? Why him of all Wolves? Why did the moon goddess have to mate me to the same Wolf that made my first life a living hell?

“You look beautiful. I knew you would like the dress.” He complimented, his breathe landing on my face. I was vibrating with anger. My temperature was rising. All the words he was saying started to sound distant and with time I heard nothing, just his mouth moving. The whole place was reeling slowly.

Suddenly I was back there, in the hallway of that same school.

****

“Look who it is. If it isn’t the nerdy teacher.” Andrea said, causing the other male Wolves to laugh loudly. I clutched hard onto the books I held on my chest, my eyes glued to the floor because I dare not look him in the face. My glasses sitting on the brink of my nose. My heart beating so fast. My legs got too heavy but I still managed to take a step after another.

I have been bullied for years.

I know. I know you might be wondering why I never reported him.

Well you are wrong because I did. I had summoned on courage that particular day and informed the Principal of his unruly behavior. His response had been to keep enduring him because his Father is one of the main sponsors of the school and we couldn’t afford to get on his bad book.

So here I was, trying to get all that life had thrown to me, and will keep throwing because by now I was so used to it. I was so used to being hated.

“Hey Teacher!” Andrea called, stepping in front of me, causing me to stop in my tracks. “Nerdy! Nerdy!” He teased and let out a long laughter, his right fingers clutching onto the lollipop he was sucking on. He rolled it in his mouth and made a sound with it. “If it isn’t the sad little girl whom can’t attend school.” He added in a faint voice, feigning pity.

I sniffed back my tear. I knew I had to be strong. I couldn’t afford to break down in front of him.

“Such a brilliant nerd. What a waste! You know if you want, I could talk to my Dad about you, and he sure will help. We help poor folks like yourself with bad destinies.” He mocked and titled his head to look at my face. I was sure he wanted to see if I would cry again, just like the last time.

My foster Mother, she never wanted me to learn. She explained that there was barely enough money for myself and Cecilla to school so I had to stop schooling at a very tender age. But I knew it. I read books. I loved reading, and learning had always been my big dream. Be a Doctor and help all those who needed help for free. I wanted to make a change, a difference, so I came to teach. I had to do this to gather enough money to train myself in school.

And I was trying. I tried. I didn’t want to bother my Foster father too. He was bedridden for now. He had stroke years ago, and sorting his bills was more than enough work for Mrs. Limpsons. That was the main reason I insisted on working.

At first, no one wanted to take a she-wolf with barely enough education. This was the first school that did, not first but the only school, and it took me months to prove to them that I was more than worthy of being here. I knew that I couldn’t afford to mess things up.

“Oh! That Cecilla coming.” He informed causing my heart to wrench. “Cecilla!” He called out.

“Hi, Alpha Andrea. I have to be in class now.” She responded and scurried off.

Yes. Just as I expected. I knew she was never going to stand up for me or save me. No one would. I was left alone in this world all by myself. Maybe all this wouldn’t have happened if I was never kept. Maybe it would have turned out different if I wasn’t adopted.

Yes! I was adopted, and Mrs. Limpson never ceased to tell me that of recent. How I had brought her nothing but bad luck. How she wished I never existed. But she would always put an act on in front of Father.

“Guess your sister hates you too, nerdy nerd.” He mocked.

So I stood still, silently wishing that this time would pass as he took his lollipop out and stick it in my hair. The next I knew was the fluid that landed on my forehead. He had spat on me again.

“You are not even worth my precious spit, nerdy!” He said, taking some steps backward.

I heard him laugh as he walked away with the others, and the tears I had tried so hard to hold back came rushing with force.

****

“You good?” My so called ‘boyfriend’ asked, his hand landed on my shoulder, causing me to jot back to reality.

I blinked back the tears that had miraculously found its way to my eyes, and forced on a smile accompanied by a nod.

As much as I hated him and wanted to rip him apart, yell at him, and curse him for treating me like I was nothing. I still had to keep up with my appearance.

I was Emily now. I was no longer Khloe. I was no longer vulnerable. I was stronger now. Safer now. I had family whom loved me. I was better now. Beautiful with the body of a model.

I muttered to myself to calm my nerves down.

“Show me to the table.” I said and watched a smile curl up his lips.

I watched him lead the way and I followed behind him, wishing I could push him off a cliff or push him forward so he would smash his head and lose his life, just the way I lost mine.

But I manage to hold myself back.

This wasn’t the right time yet. This wasn’t the best time to revenge because I would. I would make sure that I made him regret every bit of what he did to me. I would make him pay and watch him weep as he lost every single breathe of his.