My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

Chapter 0159

Plink Drip. Plink Drip. Plink Drip. Plink Drip.

“Ugh.” What is that sound? And why does my head hurt so badly? Where am 1? I try to open my eyes, but they feel like they are being weighed down

by something. I move my eyeballs around behind my eyelids really slowly and then try opening again. This time I get light through just a sliver of an

opening in my eyelids, but everything is fuzzy. I blink some more willing something to come into focus.

Plink Drip. Plink Drip. Plink Drip. Plink Drip.

I squeeze my eyes shut, which actually hurts, then crack them open again and get enough body awareness to shift my head toward the sound that is

like nails on a chalkboard in this otherwise silent space. Finally I can see it. One of the faucets in the communal showers is dripping, I'm still in the

locker room. Why was I in the locker room? The obnoxious sound is coming from the water hitting the metal soap shelf and then the drain and

sending chills up my spine. I slowly move my head back forward, why am I so slow and groggy? Even thinking is hard. I don’t think I am standing, but

think I'm on the

what can I do? I can smell, maybe. I try to inhale.

try again more

be exact, and a lot of it. What the f*ck is

too long for you to come

me and makes me flinch. I didn’t realize there was anyone here with me. I wonder if my nose

smell

This cannot be good. I do a physical check while she yammers on about me being weak and useless. Nothing original

is a

wet or if I am bleeding, maybe both, but something is for sure

I don’t have the body

the whipping from a year

say something, but it feels like someone dumped a bucket of sand into my mouth and throat and as I flex the muscles in my face I

be some spectacular bruising and

your smart*ss remarks. I'm just here to tell you to stay away from the twins, permanently. They

choke on the little air I can take in. 1 am for sure