All Chapters of My Stepson Is a Bully: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

KATIE’S POV "Oh my God, is she okay?""Call 911!""No, call the ambulance.""I sure hope someone is chasing after that fucker.""Yes. The boys are up to that..."I caught snippets of conversations around me, and I wished I could make them all just shut up. This would be a perfect time to have that as a surprise superpower.I kept replaying what happened in my head like a sick, broken record. Zuhra pushed me against the wall so fast I was sure she intended to harm me. I still felt a sharp pain between my shoulder blades when I got to the edge of the wall.But that was nothing compared to what happened to her. Out of the blues, barely seconds after she hugged me, a motorbike rammed into her. I winced at the crack I kept hearing in my mind. Whatever she had broken must be really serious. I was sure to have nightmares about this accident tonight."Miss, are you okay?" someone asked, tapping me lightly on my arm. That was the only reason I even knew someone was talking to me, but I couldn

KATIE’S POVMy eyes immediately fixed on Zuhra's frail body on the hospital bed as soon as I was let in through the door. I came just as the nurse instructed, and the doctor told me I could see her today. "Zuhra," I whispered, wondering if she was asleep.She stirred and lifted a hand in a wave. "Hi, Tessa."I wanted to cry. Her left leg was bandaged, and her right leg rested in a sling. I put her in this position, something I never thought possible. "I'm so sorry about all this," the words choked out of me. "You shouldn't have come in the way...""Are you serious?" Zura asked, the sass in her voice not matching her condition. "Tessa, you're two people in one body, and I was supposed to stand by and let a bike hit you? If it had, then you would have been badly injured, and even worse, you might have lost the baby. There was no way I was letting that happen."I sniffed at the words she spoke, the tone of her voice so empathic that I wondered what I did to deserve someone this kind ar

KATIE’S POVThe threats kept coming, even after I called Blaze to plead with him to tell them to stop. It was as though I hadn't spoken, or he didn't care that I was not in a relationship with Zuhra. Maybe he just wanted to punish me; this was his plan.Well, at least no one has shown up at my doorstep to threaten me. But I could feel it coming, so I couldn't relax.Over the week, the threats became more threatening. I couldn't get over the picture sent with the letter two days ago. It was a picture of me, but the person had used some object to mar the surface. Jagged lines scraped from my eyelids to my chin, busted lips illustrated by red paint... it was like some child who hated me decided to demonstrate how he'd like me to look. And yet, it filled me with chills. The suspense was killing me. Threats and threats, and nothing had happened yet. It seemed like the person was giving me sufficient warning, and I didn't know how to stop it.I wished Blaze just listened to me and called o

KATIE’S POVI sighed, leaning my head back on the headrest of the chair. What wouldn't I give to disappear right now?The only thing worse than the person giving me a request to leave Raleigh was telling Zuhra all that had been going on. She'd think it was all happening because of her, and I didn't want her to feel wrong about anything.Maybe it would be best if I left. Then I'd be safe, and so would she since it was because of me she was mistakenly targeted. But still, two days?I had things to do here. A job filled with lovable people, a house given by my nemesis, but a house either way..."You know I'm waiting for an explanation, right? Seriously, a dead rat?" Zuhra asked, gesturing to the way the nurse had gone out through.The pungent odor had cleared up, but I still felt like it was here. When I get home, I'd have to wash the smell off my nose."It's complicated... I don't want you to worry...""Stop that, Tessa. I'm your friend; I have to worry about you. Even when you're safe,

KATIE’S POV"You really don't have to do this," I said, walking slowly to keep pace with her as she stormed into the building. Or rather, she tried to storm in even with the limp in her gait. A few people in the hallways looked up as we passed and waved, but she ignored them all and me, too. She had a determined look in her eyes, and I could also see anger there. This would certainly be a dramatic confrontation.I gave up on trying to talk her out of it and just followed her. She burst the door open, and we were met with a room full of people. Some were working out, and others were in small groups talking. But that was not what caught my attention.I had never been in a dance practice room in real life before, and it was much like what I had seen in movies but looked even better upfront. The front and back walls were literally made into mirrors, and bars and stands were lined in front of them at intervals. It was enthralling to see people move so elegantly with every step, but that w