Story: When A Bully Cries (chapter 5)

Authors: coures

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Chapter 5

Title: Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

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What do you do when a long time bully who tortures you, insults you, and sexually harass you from the time you met at seven years of age till your eighteenth year cries in front of you?

Answer.

I... I still have no idea.

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Why?

That's the only thing I keep asking myself these days and the only thought that pops in my head since Kathy. I don't even think that she would be inside my head much anymore. I don't think that I was really into Kathy anyway. As she would have said if I confessed to her, or to any adult for that matter, it was only a childish crush that can only last until you got past being a child. I was lucky since I didn't have as much of an attachment to her as I clearly thought.

And since, due to certain circumstances that I think is highly unbelievable, Kathy was given a teaching job at a famous school for disabled children and had to leave. Unbelievable being that she just started working at my school the same time as I began. I know because a lot of teachers started gossiping about that and there were a lot of rumors. Like it’s either that she got it because the government wanted the public to know that they were doing something good with the taxes they pay or like she was clearly more talented at teaching children that she got recruited on the spot or like it could even be that God wanted to help His children therefore sending them a kind soul. And being the kind soul that she was, Kathy chose to accept the teaching job. Or, like this other rumor, she was only taking the job because she was offered a higher pay than she was given in our public school. Her moving into another school was really an inconvenience for me.

A 'major' inconvenience to be exact.

Why?

Because I not only lost my first love.

I had to be left with the spawn of Satan.

That's what I would have told you a year ago. Now because I'm in second grade, and all but put acid on those same words, I would gladly correct myself on that. Now I'd most definitely say:

Because I not only lost my first love.

I had to be left with Satan herself.

I have to say the title of spawn of Satan was an understatement.

Why?

Because once you got to experience being in the crosshair of Serenity Grace Rendle you 'will' know why.

Serenity Grace Rendle.

Yeah, that's her name and she never let me forget it and since that day when she tripped me the first time we met I didn't think I will. I could still remember that day.

It isn't like I'd ever forget that day.

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"Wh-Who are you?" I uttered. I didn't really think it was the right question at that time but she still answered it all the same.

"I am your worst nightmare." she said with a sinister grin.

She looked at my right hand, then at my sprained wrist, and her grin started to turn a little. I thought that she was going to help me when her grin started to wane at seeing my sprained my wrist, but found myself totally wrong.

She raised her left foot slowly and it seemed like she was about to step closer to me when she stepped in hard. I cried out from another surge of pain. Now it was my right hand that started throbbing. She stepped on my hand until tears were being drawn back from my eyes. I pulled my hand away from her foot but she kept on pressing her foot down until I stopped pulling and sobbed from the pain.

"There, now it's all even. It wasn't quite right when your fall only caused a sprain to your left hand. Now its perfect don't you think?" she crouched down, but left her foot on my hand so I could stand up and run. When we were face to face she spoke again.

"And it's good to see you crying. You are really cute like that. It was a shame that I didn't get to see you cry when you fell. That wouldn't be fair to me since the reason I waited here until you came out of the classroom and trip you was to see that you cried."

'Why?' I thought.

She giggled and continued, "It would have been nice if you just fell down and cried then went your merry way home, but nooo... you had to close your eyes and block the tears. I had to practically drag myself in front of you and make you cry by stepping on your other hand." She rose up and pressed her foot at my hand some more. I cried out again and whimpered but didn't sob anymore.

'Why?'

"Now I've gone and exposed myself. Good thing you decided to leave that classroom when all the other students were gone. If someone ever saw me do that, they wouldn't think of me as an angel anymore and I don't think I'd want them to think I'm the devil or something." I stared at nothing; not even saying anything. "But you could think of me as that if you want." she giggled again

'Why?'

"You asked me who I was, right? Here I was, a new girl at a new school trying to fulfill my dream of becoming a famous person, but how can I fulfill that dream when a classmate-" she took her foot from my hand. I sighed, thinking that she finished stepping on my foot, but again she brought it back stepping on my hand. Tears came again. I didn't bother to stop them anymore. "doesn't even remember my name. I clearly introduced myself to the entire class and you seem to not know my name. I have been a classmate of yours for more than two weeks, you know. Am I that forgettable? I know I am not."

I didn't think so too, but was that really the reason why? I thought. If she wanted me to remember her she could have just introduce herself again to me. There would not have been pain involved at all. And in the first place she didn't know that I haven't known her name when she tripped me.

'So why?'

She crouched down again with her foot still in my hand until we were face to face. I closed my eyes through the pain on my hand. I didn't make a sound when I felt her weight push her foot down to my hand, just waited for what she would do next. When I slowly opened my eyes, I found her staring at me. Her dark black eyes stared at me with no emotion. I wasn't crying anymore, though there I was still heaving now and then. When she made sure that I was staring back at her with my puppy dog green eyes she spoke again.

"You-"

She stopped all of a sudden. I heard a door open and footsteps echoing in the hallway. It was clear that she heard it too because she quickly stood up and took her foot from my hand. The footsteps were coming closer and she spoke once more.

"Serenity Grace Rendle. You better not forget because that's the only thing your mind is going to think about while I'm here." she grinned that sinister grin of hers again, but after seeing someone from the corner of her eye, her face suddenly turned into a mask of compassion.

She bent putting her left hand on her knee and reached her right hand out, as if to lend a helping hand. She smiled an angelic smile at me and despite that she hurt me most than all of the pain I've suffered through the seven years of my life and also the fact that her act was a complete lie, I saw her as an angel then.

"Hey! You kids shouldn't be here at school now. Its time to go home." said someone.

I was startled out of my reverie but I just stared at Serenity then at the hand in front of me. The person came closer and it turned out to be the third grade teacher Miss Brendan. She was rumored to be the strictest teacher throughout the entire school.

For a person lacking in listening skills like me, I seem to have a knack in listening to stories and rumors, considering that they were mostly false, could still be classified as a story.

She was in her late twenties as was Kathy at the time. I heard that they were friends in college. She was a little young to be entitled as the strictest teacher in the entire school but as the rumor goes it was indeed true. Her hair brownish hair was in a neat bun that, from what I see, is a torture device to inflict pain through out your skull. She had wire rimmed glasses over her blueish eyes. She was in her uniform of dark grey skirt and a matching blazer over her white blouse. All was left was her signature scowl that shows the rumor its justice. And as she came near, I was surprised that said scowl began to disappear. Now she had concern marked all over her face when she finally saw that I had been crying in front of Serenity who was seemingly trying to help me.

"Are you kids ok?" she looked at me with concern and tried to help me also.

"Yeah, I think she tripped." Serenity said with a sympathetic voice. "I think she sprained her left hand and somebody must have stepped at her other hand, but didn't notice her there. When I found her, nobody seemed to be around, so I tried to help. After that she kept crying and I ended up comforting her here until someone would show up."

Serenity was really good at acting like a Good Samaritan, was she? I kept on staring at her but couldn't figure out what to say after that speech she gave just now. I was too shocked really. I didn't think I was afraid of what she might have done to me if I told the teacher what really happened, I just didn't like to get anyone to be in trouble. Even through all that pain Serenity gave me I still consider her one of those people. But come to think of it, I wasn't even a little bit afraid of her, just wary. I'm surprisingly brave in certain situations and this one is such. The only thing I was afraid of is that fear of mine.

"Come on let's get you to the infirmary and see if it's still open and get you kids home." said Miss Brendan.

I tried to distance myself from Serenity from that day on but I didn't really understand that message of hers on the hallway. Until some time after that I really did.

But what I still couldn't figure out is why?

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