My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

I blink away the crap gluing my eyes shut. Then take a slow look around trying not to move much. I am really getting tired of waking up feeling like I

got hit by a truck and not recognizing where I'm at. This has become an all too familiar situation and it’s pissing me off.

“You're awake Little One. It's nice to see you moving around again. You gave everyone quite a scare. You don't seem to do anything halfway though,

do you?”

I tilt my head sideways on the scratchy pillow. “Where am I this time? And why does it hurt to talk?” That hurt far more than it should have. I must be

really messed up. I blink over at Warrior Osiston standing next to a door that, I assume, leads to the hallway.

I take a good look around and assess my situation, my eyes seeming to be the only thing that work without pain, still moving slowly through the

stiffness. I'm covered in IV's and wires, but none of the awful beeping sounds are coming from the machines.

Osiston says, noticing where my focus is. “Eight days of that sh*t is

on you.” The absolute menace in his voice made

this was a whole

“I...1...d-d-don”

with something that will help you loosen your tongue. I prefer you just tell me the

He was going to get the answers he wanted whether I was willing to give

the pain in my face and stared him in the eyes, challenging his authority

have had a bully for far too long.” I take

cup that is next to my bed. I take small slow sips, my teeth hurt and moving my jaw reminds me how many hits

it, but my bully is rarely the one who puts her hands

for that. She directs her “punishments’ and supervises to make sure they are carried out. As for this time, I didn’t see who

there wasn’t a way for me to catch their scent. She did speak to me though and informed me that

As for her, no one believed me when I brought it up

get punished based on the manipulative lies she tells. She preys