My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

“Beat the beta girl to prove you are better, her family supports the abuse. Beat her worse than the last person who beat her and you win the popular vote. Throw her into lockers, make her bleed at least once a week. Steal her clothes and things from the locker room, throw them in the shower and pee on them.

Chain and whip her in the locker room for asking too many questions in class and making you look stupid for not knowing the answers. Blindfold and chain her up in an old storage shed and whip her to the point of throwing up and almost being unconscious, but don’t let her pass out, she should feel the pain all because she did better than you at something or gained positive attention over you.

Then to make it more memorable, rub silver powder into the wounds making her flesh burn and scar and then drag her to the forest to bleed out and die a slow painful death unless she is worthy enough to survive.” My tears are flowing now, but I manage to look up at them all. Sierra has her hands over her mouth, tears shimmering in her eyes. They all look shocked and at a loss for words.

as much as I was trying to keep this hidden, I can’t seem to stop the word vomit. I can feel my confidence rising as I say each word, like a weight is being

me?” None of them move, even the forest seems

someone else. The silver was added, because the previous whipping I received, I healed too quickly from, the scarring wasn’t gruesome enough. I go to that spot to remind myself that I am still

stepped up when I had no one else. She forced me to shift and caused me a little more pain in order to help me heal and live. I was there for two days. No one came looking for me, and I was only a mile or so from the packhouse backyard. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ

and you didn’t notice when I wasn’t.” Mouths dropped. With all the things about these guys that are

been sheltered from the actual bad things that happen in a pack. They have never had to deal with real problems, they think they will just magically

threatening people on my behalf. Even being friends with you and being seen in public regularly with you, the bullying hasn’t stopped, just gotten more creative. I do not need protectors, I have survived