My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

I took another deep breath in and let it out slowly, stalling as long as I could before beginning. “It really started a few years ago, nothing major, just getting pushed around for stepping in to stop other, younger, kids from getting pushed around. Bullies don't like to be told what to do, so, naturally, more and more bullying happened.

As a beta, the damage to me wasn't that bad at first and I found out I healed pretty quickly from the physical stuff. Unfortunately so did my bully. That's when my homework would go missing and I started having trouble with my grades. It wasn't from a lack of doing the work. It was literally being stolen or destroyed. Another thing my bully found out was the power they received from being known to beat up someone with beta blood, and with dad's very open dislike of me, it was like an open invitation to try and harm me in some way.” I paused to take a breath. I've never put into words what being bullied was like. “The few times I was called into the principal's office and dad was called in, he never listened to my side of the story and added to whatever beating I had taken before, also greenlighting my torture.”

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obviously didn't believe me. Dad told me if I was too weak to handle my problems, then I was no daughter of his and not to make excuses for missing or poor work. I went to the principal about the physical stuff with other kids, and he told me something similar. We have had kids leave suddenly due to this bully after going to the proper adults to handle it or to try and help me by backing up my story. Teachers have also been removed from the school for trying to help me. I have since learned that school board members and elders are biased and only care for their own interests and not the interests of the students in the school. So I don't want to hear anything about telling someone, there is no one to tell anymore. Anyone with power doesn't care and I will not risk someone's livelihood because I got smacked around a few times.” I can feel myself getting fired up at the injustice I always feel

opnenly and, many times, in m y presence, that I was worthless and an unnecessary blight on the pack? Dad was never shy about his feelings for me and he never cared if I was in listening distance.” I looked at my brother, who's face went pale. “Or when you