My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

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.

“I turned all the damn sounds off.” Osiston says, noticing where my focus is. “Eight days of that sh*t is torture in itself. Speaking of torture, when you regain the full ability to speak, I want to know who put their hands on you.” The absolute menace in his voice made me gulp. He was terrifying without trying, this was a whole new side for me.

“I…1…d-d-don”

that

deciding what I was going to do. He was going to get the answers he wanted whether I was willing to give them

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

truth? The truth is, I have had a bully for far too long.” I take a second to scootch up in my bed

is next to my bed. I take small slow sips, my teeth hurt and moving my

don’t really want to go into it, but my bully is rarely the one

directs her “punishments’ and supervises to make sure they are carried out.

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

for her, no one believed

the manipulative lies she tells. She

children. I won’t

I continue to look him dead in the