All Chapters of The Bully's Regret: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Cyrus BlackwoodThe breeze threaded through Wren’s hair, lifting loose strands and carrying the distant echo of music and laughter from the front yard. I leaned back against the railing, the cool wood pressing through my shirt. I had to be at least a little drunk to be standing here, talking to her like this. “The breeze is nice,” I said quietly. She brushed a strand of hair away from her face.“Yeah,” she muttered. I watched her instead of the trees swaying beyond the yard. “Better than dying of suffocation in there.”“What? Don’t like your friend's party?” I asked jokingly. “Its not that,” she started with a sigh. “I just needed fresh air.”The second I saw her walk in earlier, I’d done a double take. Not only did I not expect her to show up at all, but she had shown up like this. In a dress. I had never seen her in anything except oversized hoodies and worn-out jeans, like she was trying to hide. But tonight… Tonight she wasn’t hiding.Her features were softened by the moonlight

Wren Carter The smell of oil paint and linseed oil was strong and it added more tension to my already throbbing head. I had been in the art studio for the past two hours. It was a break before the exams and I decided to use this time to free my mind before getting to studies. The art room was open to all art club students. I tried recalling the events of last night but nothing came back other than the fact that I puked on Cyrus’ shirt. I hoped strongly that he was black-out drunk to remember it; otherwise, I was sure he wanted revenge. I decided to paint a little before I wrapped it up and immersed myself in a book. I leaned away from the canvas and observed it for a while. The colors blended perfectly as I stared at it. It was a picture of a sky with multiple hues of sunset. Almost turning into a night, the illuminated lampshades made the picture pop out. After I came back from the party last night, I was so inspired by the night sky and the scenery that I decided to pick this t

Cyrus BlackwoodThe clock was ticking loudly in the empty classroom as occasional scribbling noises joined it. Everything was echoing in my head as time loomed on. The students were tense as they hurried frantically to complete their papers.I looked down at my paper as it was neatly arranged with proper margins, all questions attempted and corrections precise. I leaned back on my chair as I twirled the pen between my fingers and let my gaze drift across the room. Specifically on a certain figure. Wren. She sat a few rows ahead, completely at ease in a room filled with tension. While everyone else hunched over their papers with tight shoulders, hers were relaxed as if she had nothing left to prove. One arm rested on the desk, her elbow propped up as her fingers absentmindedly rubbed the back of her neck. The other flipped lazily through her answer sheet, as if she were reviewing something she already knew was right.There was something infuriating about how calm she looked. And somet

Cyrus BlackwoodI stood in the corridor, the air thick with anticipation and whispers that refused to stay contained. Students lingered further down the hall, pretending not to stare but failing miserably. News traveled fast in a place like this, and right now, I was the center of it.The door to the board member’s office stood closed in front of me, a solid barrier between speculation and whatever version of the truth would be decided inside. I rolled my shoulders back, loosening the tension in them, my expression settling into something calm. There was no point looking anything but composed.A moment later, the door opened. “Come in.”I stepped inside without hesitation.Wren stood off to the side of the room, near the window, like she had been placed there and forgotten. Her posture was rigid, her hands clenched at her sides, but it was her face that caught me off guard for a fraction of a second.She looked wrecked. Not in the obvious way. There were no dramatic sobs, no shaking s

Wren CarterMy chest hollowed as I laid down on the bed and stared at my ceiling. It was dark in the room and I had just gotten back from my shift. My entire day felt like it was dragging me on. Like a heavy pressure on my bones. I kept the morning's event out of my mind the entire day but now that I was in a silent room with darkness surrounding me, I felt my heart squeeze. My throat ached as I tried to hold back the sob but in the end it escaped. And then another until nothing but my sobs and hiccups echoed around the small room.I had worked so hard for this opportunity. I gave up everything, even my own health for a chance to get into this institution, but now? Just because of a certain person’s ego, I was going to lose it all?My hand clenched around my bed sheet as rage enveloped. To think someone like him would fool me into thinking he was human and someone not worth judging. He was like everyone else, a monster. I was tired. I was so exhausted, not just physically but emotio