All Chapters of Bullied by my Stepbrother : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The lake was my escape.It always has been. The crisp air, and the glitter of the moon shadow shining on the water always had a way of filling in that emptiness I feel inside. When the world felt too loud, too crowded, too much, I’d grab my camera and slip away to the water’s edge. I gripped my camera, positioning it perfectly to capture the way the moonlight danced on the water, the way the trees swayed in the breeze, the way the world felt alive even when I didn’t.The sound of a tree branch break hit my ears. I froze. It sounded sharp, like something heavy stepped on it. My eyes scan the area, looking for the source of the noise. Nothing. I dropped my eyes back to my camera, absorbing the view of nature till a figure passed. My heart stopped. I took in a sharp breath as my eyes widened trying to spot the figure. A shadow shifted at the edge of the trees, and my finger paused on the record button.I took another sharp breath as the figure stepped into the moonlight. My breathing p

“Mom, please,” I begged, my voice trembling. “I’m not ready to move in with them. Can’t we at least stay here until the rent expires?” Mom sighed, running a hand through her hair like she was already exhausted. “Rosalie, this is a good thing. David is offering us stability. A fresh start.The sooner the better! Don’t ruin this for us.” ““I’m not ruining anything,” I shot back, “I know all these, but I need time to process it all! You can’t just ghost for three weeks and come back with a wedding ring and tell me to move in with them! This is psycho behavior!”“Are you calling me a psycho?” My mom shot.“I’m doing this for us Rosalie.”“I know but do something for me. Please mom, do this to make up for when you forgot my birthday.”My mom glared at me. She knew she couldn’t say no now.“Fine, the rent expires in three weeks. But you have to promise you’ll be coming home for dinner.”I nodded.“And also you need to be nice to Noah.”A lump grew in my throat.“I am, it’s Noah who’s

I walked into school hoping to stay invisible. But the moment I stepped into the hallway, the whispers started.“There she is.”“Look, it’s the whore.”My stomach dropped. I kept my head down still clutching the straps of my bag with my hands. I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around to see the brown-eyed boy from yesterday.“Hey, girl!” he called. He was leaning against a locker with a smirk on his face. “How much for a lap dance in that sexy swimsuit?”What swimsuit?My blood ran cold. “What are you talking about?”He held up his phone, and my heart stopped. My eyes widened as it landed on a video of me. I was in my swimsuit, twirling in front of the mirror, showing off the new suit I’d bought. I’d sent it to my mom. “How… how did you get that?” I stammered. My voice was shaking.The guy laughed. “It’s all over the school blog dummy, so how much?”I had only sent it to my mom? Who could have done this? My mom can’t do this to me. Then it hit me.Noah.Tears burned in my eyes,

Noah hadn’t come down for dinner.It had been over a week since I’d last seen him. He was not at school, not at home, not anywhere. The principal had announced last week that the body of the missing student had been found in the woods. I guess that’s why he disappeared.I should’ve been relieved. After everything he’d done, his absence should’ve felt like a gift.But it didn’t.Instead, it felt off. Like the calm before a storm. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong, and it gnawed at me.I had just finished PE class and was washing up in the girls’ locker room. The chatter of the other girls had died down as they left, their laughter fading into the distance. I stood under the spray of the shower, letting the water wash away the sweat and tension. I wrapped myself in a small towel and stepped out. My hair was dripping wet and the water rolled down my body.The creak of the door opening hit my ears. I froze, my heart skipping a beat. The locker room was supposed to be

“Go to hell, Noah.”He didn’t say anything, just smirked as I climbed the stairs. I halted at the top, staring down the hallway. Four doors, two on each side. I recognized Noah’s room immediately. His room had the faint smell of cologne and the faint sound of music leaking through the cracks.I reached for the door next to mine and pushed it open.My breath caught.The room was… perfect. A queen-sized bed dressed in pink linen, deep purple walls, and a replica of my favorite Da Vinci painting hanging above the headboard. I clicked on the lights, my heart racing as I stepped inside.“Mom really knows how to tempt me,” I muttered, running my fingers over the painting.I threw my bag on the bed and turned around, only to see Noah leaning against his door frame, arms crossed, watching me with that infuriating smirk.Of course, my room had to be right across from his.He brushed the tip of his nose with his thumb, then mouthed, “Tick tock.”Before I could respond, he disappeared into his r