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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with my own nails!” I stop fighting him and just stand there, panting with my front against the

I did what you told me

up my thigh and then inward. I clench my thighs together, but he pinches me, and slips his hand in between my legs when | gasp in pain, “I suggest you

squirm in his hold but I can’t

he gets rough with you, but you can’t with me?” His hot breath grazes my face, and I can still smell the school lunch on him, “Maybe I’m not being rough enough with you,” suddenly, I’m spun around and pain erupts across my cheek, knocking me

to catch my breath. Between the pain in my face and the stench of urine, I’m doing

Toby yanks my legs apart before kneeling between them. I try to move away, but his hand comes down once more, whipping my head to

do like it rough, don’t you?” Taking both my hands in one of his, he holds them above my head while his other hand grabs at

cheeks knowing that he’s too strong for me to

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

longer paying 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

going to be okay, I took care of

“Mason…”

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it’s okay. I’m so glad I forgot my mouth guard in my locker. I heard your cries as I was passing by.” He hugs me to his chest as we

fight him anymore. He was going to

we will go to the

will only make it worse if I tell on him. I just want to go home, Mason.” He examines my

but let’s get you cleaned up first. Are you even able to drive?” He asks as he grabs a handful of paper towels and wetting

to walk me to my car before getting back to

small smile and let him continue to wipe my face off, “i’m afraid you’re going to have some bruising along with these two nasty cuts on your face.” Anger radiates of my friend’s face, and I thank God that he brought Mason

be okay. It’s nothing a little

home and rest.” He grips my waist, keeping me steady as he walks me to my locker and

my keys from me, he unlocks my doors and helps me into the driver’s seat; stretching across me

onto the seatbelt, “Yes, I will

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done had you

me, Ella. That prick will get what’s coming to him, just wait until I see him

it, Mason.” I stick my key into the ignition

head in his direction, and notice the sadness in his eyes, but there is something else that I can’t quite

I won’t be able to forgive myself

try, but I can’t promise you anything. If he says one

of my spot and drive away. I see him standing

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 right cheekbone. Thank God my concealer covers it all up, unless you look

to check up on me last night, he tried to come over, but eventually I 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 this morning. Once he was sure that I was doing better,

Mason at the library when I’m slammed face first into the set

been a bad girl,

whimper, not only because I’m still sore, but because my body responds to Jace in the only way it knows how. Dampness covers the crotch of my underwear as I stand pressed against the lockers with my bully’s hard body against mine. I don’t bother saying anything, because it doesn’t matter if I did or didn’t do something, he’s going to find fault in me somehow. Jace looks up and down the hallway and then

that I need to be right now, Jace.” I don’t dare look at