My Bully & My Bad Boy

Chapter 8: Brutal

!!! *** WARNING! CHAPTER CONTAINS MATERIAL THAT SOME READERS MAY FIND DISTRESSING! SUCH AS SEVERE BULLYING, VIOLENCE, AND ALCOHOL ABUSE! READER DISCRETION ADVISED! *** !!!

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Ottilyn's P.O.V.

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I gasped as someone's cold and sticky drink dripped down my head, soaking my hair and dress. It smelled like fruity alcohol and I was confused. Gianna and Rachel were in front of me. They're the only two girls who really give me sh.it like this. So who...?

"I heard you tried to fu.ck my boyfriend," the girl said as she walked around me to face me.

The girl crossed her arms and smirked at me. I think I've seen her around school before. If I remember correctly, she's on the cheer team and the softball team.

She has curly red hair. It looks natural, but you can tell by her dark roots coming in that it's not. She's tall with long legs. Her black skirt was way too short. Her white cropped top hugs her large bosom. She's gorgeous, I'll give her that, but...

I have no idea who she is though or who her boyfriend is.

Wait, is she dating Pierce? Another crazy girl who thinks he's hers? And she did this right in front of Gianna? Is she crazy?

Pierce gave me a tight smile, his eyes full of pity.

"This is Shelly," he told me as he patted my shoulder, and then wiped his hand on his shirt. "She thinks Aaron is hers."

With that, Pierce walked away, leaving me in the kitchen with the girl that just poured her drink on me, and the two girls that help him bully me.

My hands started to tremble, so I balled them into fists.

"You gonna say anything?" Shelly asked. "Gonna admit it? Deny it? Go ahead. Everyone's already talking about it. Aaron found me as soon as he could get away from you."

Get away from me?

"He said you were acting desperate and wouldn't leave him alone," Shelly continued. "Do I have to beat your a.ss too, or have you learned your lesson?"

"Wow, Aaron is such a liar," I heard a girl whisper.

"Should we tell Shelly?" Another girl replied.

"For what? Shelly won't listen. She's nuts." the first girl said.

Oh, great. Another crazy girl going crazy over a guy that doesn't even like her. Shelly is another Gianna. Though, Gianna never poured a drink on me.

"Oh calm down Shelly," Rachel said. "Not like Aaron was really going to do it."

How is this all my fault? How is that fair? All I did was run into Aaron's back. I should have just apologized when I could have.

No, I just shouldn't have come here.

Finally, I managed to find my legs. I spun around, ready to bolt out of there. I had only taken one step when Shelly wrapped her arm around my shoulders. She's a few inches taller than me, and surprisingly strong.

Shelly spun me around, and practically dragged me towards the island where Rachel and Gianna were. I tried to pull away, but Shelly had a tight grip on me. Still, I can't be weaker than this girl, can I?

"Stop struggling, or I'm going to make your life a living hell," Shelly told me.

"It's a bit late for that," I gritted out.

Shelly let out a laugh.

"Oh?" she replied. "Did you know that I'm BFF's with the captain of the volleyball team? And that my parents have weekly dinners with the coach? They're great friends."

I froze. I knew what she was insinuating. If I didn't comply, Shelly was going to take it out on Trina.

So, I pressed my lips tightly together. Shelly gave me a triumphant smile before turning to the girls.

"Grab a bottle and follow me," she told them.

Then Shelly dragged me through the house. Gianna and Rachel followed behind us, giggling away. My heart started beating faster and faster as the girls walked me out back, across the yard, passing the pool, and into the pool house. No one was in here.

The pool house wasn't enormous. It was just a large open room. There's a bar on one side of the room, a couch, a TV, and a few odd and end things. I saw another door that was open, revealing a bathroom.

Shelly shoved me and I stumbled inside. I was looking around, searching for an escape. Then someone pushed me hard from behind and I stumbled, falling onto the couch.

I flipped around, fixing my glasses as Rachel and Gianna sat on either side of me. They wrapped their arms around me, holding me down. Shelly was behind the bar looking for something.

"Ah ha! Found it," she exclaimed before walking around the bar towards us.

I looked Shelly over, but didn't see anything. My mind went beserk thinking of all the things that she could have. Maybe a knife or something.

What if they cut my clothes up and force me to go out there? What if they just cut me up? What if they beat me up, and then tell Aaron where I am?

I tried desperately to calm my beating heart as Shelly stopped in front of me. She crouched down and faced me with an evil smile. I gulped as real fear started to set in.

"Don't worry Ottilyn," Shelly said. "We won't hurt you. I don't want to catch a case."

"Th-then just let me go. I'm going to leave," I tried.

"Hmmm, nope. Don't want to," she replied. "We might not hurt you, but we're going to have some fun."

Then Shelly held a large permanent marker in front of my face. She smirked as she pulled off the cap. I was confused for a second.

And then I realized what they were going to do.

"Hold her still," Shelly ordered.

Gianna and Rachel did what she said. I tried to squirm around, but it was no use. Shelly just giggled as she began to scribble on my forehead. After she was done there, she moved on to my arms, my legs, and any exposed skin she could. I squeezed my eyes shut, so I had no idea what she was writing.

After Shelly decided she was done, I tried to run. Only to be pulled back again. This time, Shelly ripped the bottom of my dress. Like it already wasn't short enough. She wrapped it around my wrists, and tied me to the small side table.

Shelly even took my glasses and snapped them in half. She laughed as she stood above me, dropping the pieces next to me. Then she shoved another drink to my lips.

Here I was, sitting on the floor, tied to a table, being scribbled on with permanent marker. My glasses broken, so I can barely see. Drunk because they keep forcing drinks down my throat.

I didn't say anything the entire time. I didn't cry either. I just... sat there, taking it all.

At first, I squirmed. I fought a little. Then Shelly kept reminding me about what she would do to Trina if I ran away. Eventually, I just... let them.

I let Shelly, Gianna, and Rachel take turns scribbling words on me. They even pulled my dress around to scribble across my not exposed skin. At least they left my private areas alone.

On top of that, they took turns shoving drinks my way. Which meant they were either forcing me to drink the most disgusting concoctions, and then made fun of me for "eating" everything in sight. Because I'm fat, so obviously. Or they would just pour them on me.

I feel like sh.it. Worse than sh.it. This is the worst day of my life. I knew I was a nobody. I knew I was a disgusting person. I knew no one would ever look at me or love me or care about me, but...

I've never felt this bad about myself. Never, not once, did I let the bullying get to me. Not like this. Not to the point that I...

I just want to die.

What's the point of trying? Do I really have to endure another year of this? Is this going to keep happening now that Shelly knows how to threaten me? Why even bother living anymore?

Eventually, Shelly grew annoyed with my lack of reaction. I still hadn't even cried, and I think that pi.ssed her off the most. Which gave me the tiniest bit of satisfaction.

Shelly gripped my chin harshly, squishing my cheeks.

"I can't believe you aren't even crying," she spat. "Are we going to have to kick this up a notch?"

I didn't react even though I was terrified by what that meant.

"Nah, let's just go back to the party," Rachel said.

"Yeah, this is boring now." Gianna agreed. "Plus, I got so many pictures. I already posted them."

Great.

"No," Shelly stated. "I'm still angry."

Slap!

I didn't register what had happened until I felt the sting on my cheek. Shelly had really slapped me. My head had turned, but when I looked at Shelly again... She still wasn't satisfied.

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

"Whoa, okay Shell," Rachel said as she pulled Shelly away from me.

"Yeah, her lip is bleeding. That's enough." Gianna agreed.

"Since when do you guys care about her?" Shelly snapped.

"We don't, but that doesn't mean we want to beat her," Rachel said. "We did enough. Let's-"

Rachel was interrupted by the pool-house door bursting open. We were all shocked because Shelly locked it after walking in. All our eyes snapped up to see someone walk right in.

The last person I wanted to see.