Chapter 2
LIORA
What just happened was that I was bullied. Heavily. But even hours after my ordeal at his hand, I couldn’t believe it. I’ve never been that outrightly bullied. Fine, as a human and a Brown, I’ve been belittled and scorned even by the other Browns. In Silvermoon, hierarchy was the order of the day and everybody wanted someone they were better than to make themselves feel better.
But what happened with Adam was something I never thought would happen to me. Hours later after the school nurse had taken care of my wounds and given me a strong painkiller to dull the pain, I still couldn’t get it out of my head.
The hatred in his eyes as he threw the balls at me, the venom in his voice as he told me about how much he was going to make my life a living hell. It was vicious and ugly, his hatred for me and this was someone I’ve never had a prior encounter with before now.
It made me wonder why exactly he hated me that much.
And I had to force myself not to think too much, not to think of the humiliation because it was only bringing fresh tears to my eyes.
“Im so sorry,” Dami’s voice interrupted my thoughts as the curtains slid open and she entered, “I checked up on you earlier but you were sleeping Do you feel better now?”
She took her seat on the stool beside me and she gazed down at me like I was made of fragile things and I could easily break.
“Yeah, the painkiller performed magic.”
She was visibly relieved, “So happy to hear that. I’m sorry you had to go through that. It’s just… It’s no secret that Adam Hawthorne hates humans like they’re the biggest curse in his life.”
My ears perked up. “And why is that?”
She shrugged, “Nobody knows but he hates humans, and actually,” she lowered her voice and leaned closer, “contrary to popular belief, you’re not the first human to attend Silvermoon. I know of two different humans that attended this school at different terms but they always end up dropping out after being severely bullied by Adam Hawthorne. It’s a popular opinion that Adam himself organizes their scholarships only to bully them and turn them into shadows of their formal shelves. I don’t know what it is but he takes sick pleasure in terrorizing humans.”
My stomach churned in disgust, “That’s sick. But why? Could a human have wronged him in the past?”
“Nobody knows but I doubt there’s a sad story behind his irrational hatred for humans. You know how power is: powerful people just want to prey on weaker creatures.”
I shook my head. I didn’t buy the whole power thing. His words and actions proved that he was being driven by something stronger but then, I don’t care about that or his sick games, I knew I wasn’t going to leave SilverMoon for anything.
It was the only good thing in my life right now and I was going to hold on to it for as long as I could.
“Just make yourself as invisible as possible. We’re in our penultimate year already and before we know it, we’re graduating. Let’s just hope he gets something to keep his attention off you.”
I was about to reply when the main door opened and a bunch of whispering girls entered the bed space opposite us.
“For a moment, I thought Adam was singling a girl out. A human girl at that! I felt so bad but it turned out that he only wanted to put her in her place. Ohhh, that was such a satisfying sight. Her screams, the blood… Made me too happy. Spend #100k on getting my boobs lifted and my ass done because I intend of seducing the hell out of him at the upcoming Lantern Ball. It’d be a waste if he’s already interested in a girl.”
One of them spoke and I exchanged glances with Dami.
“Don’t delude yourself, Baye,” I recognized the other voice instantly. It was Dior Amani, the official Queen Bee of Silvermoon who also happened to be quite unfortunaty, my roommate, “a fake ass isn’t going to get Adam to fuck you.”
“And you? How did you get the almighty woman whore Brandon to date you and actually stop his whoring behavior?” A third girl asked and I didn’t need to see Dior to know that she was smiling in that typical proud way of hers.
“Well, I got him addicted and obsessed with this pussy. You know, he said he has never had a better sexual
partner.”
“So it’s just sex!” the first girl chuckled, a bitter and degrading sound that echoed through the room, “he’s an Alpha and you’re a Gamma.
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You have no future together. He might be addicted to fucking you but he’d find his mate soon and you’d be discarded.”
“Ohhh, sweet little Baye, you reek of so much bitterness,” her tone was sarcastically sweet, “and yeah, Braxton would find his mate soon. He’s afterall 18 years but if there’s anything Im sure of, it’s that he’d reject her if I tell him to.”
The Baye chuckled again, “Don’t delude yourself, Armani, you’re not that important. Just because you became a Golden Student because you’re Braxton’s favorite warm hole doesn’t
A resounding slap cut her off.
“Get out” Dior barked, “I’m done playing nice to a bitter friend”
“Wow. Dior, you slapped me
“And Id do it again if you don’t get the hell out of my sight.”
There was a complete silence before a footstep marched towards the door, opened it, and banged it shut again. We remained silent and still till Dior and her other friend finished what they came for and they left.
That was only when we left too because sometimes, crossing Dior off might be one’s biggest nightmare.
The next few days had me fighting for my life. Adam openly bullying me must have given the other students the greenlight to bully me because I wasn’t stumbling on some student’s outstretched legs, I was opening my locker to meet dead animals and watching my images from where Adam had thrown the balls at me being made into gifs and memes.
There was only so much Dami could do to help. There was only so much my strength could do to help. I could only pretend that this wasn’t getting to me, that I was immune to their bullying even though I cried secretly under the shower and I was overwhelmed with the thoughts of always going through things meant to break me.
Grew up poor and abused by the wealthy people Mom worked
Losing Mom that was my only family at the age of 17.
And now watching school become hell for me.
It was too much. I haven’t seen Adam since that day because apart from P. E classes, there was no way we’d run into each other. The four tiers in SilverMoon had different classes, different cafeterias, different uniforms, different parks, and different rest areas. Unless he intentionally seeks me out, we wouldn’t run into each other if it wasn’t for P. E.
I entered the school bus and ignored the stares directed at me as I made my way to the only empty chair in the bus because all the other unoccupied seats had bags or something else claiming them.
I made to sit on the chair only for my butt to hit the floor and the pain was so searing that I screamed.
The whole bus burst into loud and deriding laughter. I picked myself up to see that one of my male classmates pulled the chair back and made me fall.
“That was one hell of a sound your butt made,” he sneered, “I wonder if it’d make better sounds if you’re bouncing on my cock. I should be benevolent and allow you to ride me, don’t you think? Wouldn’t that be a dream come true for you?”
The bus laughed louder as my vision flashed red and my blood boiled. My palms fisted involuntarily.
“I’d rather fuck a pig.” I spat out.
“What did you just say?” he stood up to tower over him with his eyes flashing the colors of his wolves. I felt a bit of fear so I pushed in down.
“I said I’d rather fuck a pig and that’s to tell you that you’re worse than a pig. Uglier. Fatter. And dirtier,”
“You degenerate..” he snarled, raising his hand with his claws popped up, and just before he could strike me, Miss Agnes, our Social Studies Teacher’s voice, cut him off.
*Settle in, guys. The d
drive is about to start now.”
He glared at me, fangs grinding against each other before he sat down. I readjusted the seat and sat down too.
12:20 AM
Chapter 2
We were going on an excursion to the old palace. It was just the Brown Students ago and Dami wasn’t going because of a family emergency. I contemplated not going to but I didn’t want to be a coward who was running away from her bullies.
Now, as my classmates sang the school and national anthems at the top of their voices, as friends took pictures together and pointed historic sites to each other, I was starting to regret my decision.
It reminded me of how lonely I was without Dami.
To distract myself, I plugged in my earphones and got busy watching BTS‘ video. It worked. In no time, I had forgotten where I was and the only thing that mattered was V’s deep voice.
It wasn’t until we got to the old palace that I unplugged my earphones. The old palace was a giant architectural building that was long unoccupied but was still kept as a historic site. The guards showed us all the rooms and explained everything to us.
The room I found the most fascinating was the quiet room. No matter how much noise you make when you’re inside, the people outside will never hear you.
It was intriguing, yet very very scary.
Everyone was taking really nice pictures of themselves while I had no one to take mine. Selfies on my iPhone 8 were as bad as not taking pictures.
“Do you want me to take your pictures?” A familiar looking girl that I could tell was from my class asked and that was what it took for hope to bloom in my heart.
Maybe I wasn’t an outcast afterall. Maybe someone cares.
“Yeah, sure
She raised her phone, an iPhone with three cameras and she started taking shots of me.
“Wow, they are really nice.” I told her when she showed me the pictures, “Thank you.”
“Yeah, do you want to take some with the throne?” she asked so eagerly that I should have noticed something was odd but I was relieved to have a talking partner so I didn’t think about it.
“Sure, thank you” We walked over to the throne room which was quite deserted and after taking pictures there, she pointed me at strategic positions to pose. I obliged and once she took my pictures in front of a door, she walked up to me to show me the pictures only for her to shove me against the door with all her might.
The force opened the door and threw me inside the door. Before I could push myself off the floor, she had shut the door. I banged on it with all my might but turning around and seeing what room it was made me realise how futile my efforts were.
It was the quiet room.
“Well,” a masculine voice that belonged to the guy I had a confrontation with on the bus said from outside, “have fun turning into bones because I’ll make sure no one ever finds you.”
Then he laughed. Loud. Sadistic. And deriding while my blood pumped faster and fear took over my entire being I pounded at the door more but it was useless.
“Here’s your 10 dollars for getting her into this room
“Thank you,” the girl I thought was nice to me from the goodness of her heart beamed and I listened as they walked away. I should have known better than to trust her blindly. Just a couple of days ago, I was in this same situation because I trusted someone and now, I was here again.
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