All Chapters of My Mate, My Bully: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

× Trix ×As I leave the scene of that chaos, the woman's words still playing in my mind, something about her nagging voice reminds me of Dixie. It takes me back to a time I’d rather forget, a time in school when I first truly noticed her.It was at the cafeteria, the palace of all high school drama. I was part of the coolest gang, which consisted of Ryder and I, of course. Me and Ryder were inseparable, always together, always making a scene. We were the guys everyone wanted to be, the ones everyone feared. It was a typical day, loud and chaotic, and I was searching for a place to sit.There was this spot, right in the middle where everyone could see us. It was perfect for Ryder to spot me when he arrived. But there she was, Dixie, sitting there like she owned the place. I walked up to her, expecting her to just get up and move. After all, who would want to pick a fight with me?“Hey, you’re in my seat,” I said, my voice dripping with the kind of arrogance only a teenage bad boy coul

× Dixie ×I had insulted an elder.  That’s all they hear. Like I am not the victim here. A victim of their scorn and reproach, a victim of evil sneers. I see them all… the silent nods and back words, people looking at me with their eyes wide open. What’s she going to do next?  I am always lost, always asking for direction. They act like I’m the problem. Newsflash, folks, I’m not the one stuck in the past, clinging to outdated traditions and power trips. I mean, really, who does Trix think he is? Alpha of what? A bunch of oldies who can’t see past their own egos? They talk about respect, but they don’t give any. They expect me to bow and scrape,

× Dixie × This isolation room is a nightmare. It reeks of new materials, that awful almost-sterile smell that makes my stomach turn and churn.  The walls around me are padded, like I’m some kind of dangerous lunatic who might hurt myself if given the chance. Even the doors are padded, so thick that I could scream my lungs out and no one would hear me.  I keep pacing back and forth, my fists clenched so tight my knuckles turn white. This place is a prison, very plain and simple. And I feel the anger boiling inside me, it's the only thing that can happen to me, given my state of helplessness.  How dare Trix? How dare any of them think they can just lock me up like this? Like I’m some kind of

× Trix × The compound of their house has given off the vibe that something is off. There is this gloomy shadow over the area and it is understandable, given their morning situation.  I scanned the area for the girl and Ryder spotted her. She’s sitting on the porch, her face is masked with grief. Seeing her like this makes my heart ache even more, the pain is blending with the physical discomfort I’m already feeling. “Hey, I’m so sorry about your brother. We’re doing everything we can to find out who did this.”I say softly, trying to keep my voice steady. She looks up at me, her eyes red from crying. “Thank you, Al…alpha. It’s just... it’s so hard. He was all I hadddd (sniffs)...” 

× Dixie דIt is,” Jennie agrees to what I said, her eyes filled with empathy. “And it’s not fair. But you’re not alone, like I said before. You’ve got me, and there are others in the pack who care about you, too.” I look at her skeptically. “Sometimes it feels like everyone’s just waiting for me to screw up again. Like they’re expecting me to fail.” Jennie shakes her head. “That’s not true. People are just...scared. They’ve been through a lot, and they’re looking for someone to blame. But that doesn’t mean they don’t care.” “Maybe,” I mutter, not entirely convinced. “But it