My Bully’s Love by Stacy Rush

CHAPTER 8: ATTACKED

I don’t know if it’s because of my new friendship with Mason, or the fact that I’m no longer being bullied, but I’m in a really good mood as I walk through the halls at school today. Aside from being ignored by everyone else, it’s nice to know that there is one person that is waiting to see me, even if it’s only to do schoolwork. Mason showed no interest in going any further than friendship while we were out for ice cream, and that meant a lot, since it was the total opposite the last time we were together.

On my way to the library last period, my steps falter as I pass the Art room door, I’m flooded with memories from the last few times I was in that room with Jace. Is it wrong that I miss his punishments? I still dream of him pleasuring me, o his spankings, and everything else that had turned me on about him. I don’t want to, but I just can’t help it.

“Hey, Ella!” Mason draws me out of my little trance as he jogs down the hall towards me.

I smile at him, “Perfect timing, Mr. Baker! Shall we go get started?” I muse.

“Sure thing, I’m ready to start seeing A’s on my papers!” he chuckles and holds the door open, letting me walk into the library first.

We find a nice little corner nook with some bean bag chairs in the back of the library. The further away we are, the less chance of disturbing anybody. Settling in, we start right away, not wasting any time in getting him all caught up, so we can move on to the current work. It’s nice being with Mason; there is no strain, and I’m not on edge the whole time, waiting for something to happen. I wish he would have made his amends sooner, but I’ll take whatever I can get at this point.

When the final bell rings for the day, ending our tutoring session, Mason pouts, “Well, that went fast, we barely touched base on my issues.” He slowly starts loading his things into his book bag.

“We can meet again tomorrow, if you want to.” I offer, knowing that he has a long way to go before he’s caught up.

“That would be awesome, if you’re okay with it.” His smile is sincere as he responds to my offer.

“It’s not like I have anything else going on. I really don’t mind, and I like your company; it’s been pretty lonely for me.”

He shoves my shoulder playfully, “Hey, none of that self-pity shit, you have me now.” His cheesy smile has me giggling.

“I guess I will see you tomorrow then, and I expect you to have those two chapters done, so I can check your work.” I raise a brow at him, letting him know that I mean business while trying to hide my grin.

He opens the door for me once again as we leave the library, “Yes, Miss Baxter!” He winks and then tuns in the opposite direction from where I’m going.

When I turn down the hall where my locker is located, I smack right into somebody else, “Oh my God!” A nasally voice grunts, and I close my eyes in disbelief. Out of all the people that I could have ran into. “What the hell, Ella! Do you not know how to walk? You’ re always bumping into me, and I’m beginning to think it’s on purpose!”

“You’re not that important to me, Kaylee. I don’t waste my time thinking up ways of how to run into you. I’m sorry, okay!” Rolling my eyes, I go to walk around her and her little posse of dancers, when I feel a sting to the back of my head, and my body is being jerked back. I fall to my knees but I’m still held upright by my hair. I expect to see Kaylee holding onto me, but it isn’t her.

Toby is the one holding me down by my hair as Kaylee smirks down at me. I glance back at Toby, struggling to release myself when he sneers down at me, gripping my hair even tighter, “Apologize to the lady.”

My eyes go to Kaylee and I choke on a laugh, “She isn’t a lady, and I already apologized to her.”

Toby gets down into my face, “She’s more lady than you are, slut! Now apologize so I can hear it!”

He isn’t going to let me go until I apologize again, so say it again, “i’m sorry for running into you, Kaylee.” I make sure to keep the sarcasm out this time.

“Ugh, whatever. You better hope that I don’t see you outside of school.” She flips her hair and walks away with her little posse following her.

The halls are practically empty, so instead of letting me go, Toby pulls me up by my hair, and shoves me into the boy’s restroom nearby. Slamming me against the wall, my cheekbone bounces off the wall, and I cry out in pain. I reach my hands up and back, digging my nails into his flesh, trying to get him to let me go, but it only angers him more.

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that pretty face of yours all up with my own nails!” I stop fighting him and just stand there, panting with my front against the

I did what you told me to do, now please let me go.”

do, because you are a good girl like that,” He slides his free hand up my thigh and then inward. I clench my thighs together, but he pinches me, and slips

in his hold but I can’t break

with me?” His hot breath grazes my face, and I can still smell the school lunch on him,

the pain in my face and the stench

flat on my back, and Toby yanks my legs apart before kneeling between them. I try to move

you?” Taking both my hands in one of his, he holds them above

run freely down my cheeks knowing that

about, beg me, slut!” His hand moves to my waist and I feel him open the button to my jeans. When he gets the zipper down, I give up, and start to shut myself down. I don’t want to be aware of what he does next, “That’s it, stop fighting me and just take what I’m willing

attention, so I don’t realize when his weight is no longer on top of me. I remain on the floor, waiting for the pain that I know comes when you lose your virginity, only it never comes. Instead, I feel hands closing

snap out of it. You’re going to be okay, I took care of

“Mason…”

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your cries as I was passing by.” He hugs me to his chest as we sit on

couldn’t fight him anymore. He was going

don’t think about it. I took care of it, and we will go to the principal’s office.” He starts to stand,

I tell on him. I just want to go home, Mason.” He examines my face

a handful of paper towels and wetting them before dabbing at my mouth. They come away pink-tinged, telling me that

will be okay. Do you have time to walk me to my

to wipe my face off, “i’m afraid you’re going to have some bruising

will be okay. It’s nothing a little makeup

he walks me to my locker and then out to the

my keys from me, he unlocks my doors and helps me into the driver’s seat; stretching across me to grab the seatbelt and click it in its place,

“Yes, I

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have done had you not shown

prick will get what’s coming to him, just

trouble, he isn’t worth it, Mason.”

I whip my head in his direction, and notice the sadness in his eyes, but there is something else that

you, but please don’t. I’m begging you not to do anything drastic, because I won’t be able to forgive myself if you get yourself into

If he says one word,

again, Mason. I will talk to you later.” He shuts my door and watches as I pull out of my spot and drive away. I see him standing

at supper time last evening because my face was already bruising over and I was too sore to do much moving; this morning wasn’t any better. I have a cut on my bottom lip and both cut and bruise on my

talked him out of making the drive over pretending to be really tired, but he’s the first face I saw when I entered the school

to meet Mason at the library when I’m

a bad girl,

stand pressed against the lockers with my bully’s hard body against mine. I don’t bother saying

right now, Jace.” I