Chapter 3 bullying

Chapter 3

Winston Blake's POV

I hate her! I hate everything about her!

And... I don't know why.

I don't know why I feel so irritated every time I see her. I'm annoyed by her presence, and I hate seeing her smile because I don't like her smiles!

Right now, I'm in the parking lot, fuming with anger as I watch Namida walk away.

Tsk! Skinny! Stupid! She doesn't know how to take care of herself. She may have clothes, but her style is awful! And worst of all, she may have a face, but she's not even pretty!

"Arghh! We're not done yet, Namida! You're going to pay for this!" I shouted with all my might, full of rage. I wanted to explode in anger because I couldn't even get back at her!

It felt like the demon inside me suddenly woke up. I let it slide when she threw her d*mn shoe at me, but I won't let her get away with punching me. She's done it twice already!

Fuming, I stood up and kicked the car parked nearby with all my might.

"Fvck!" I cursed in annoyance.

That loser! How dare she punch me-the well-known and respected son of the owner of the school she attends!

Really? After almost two years of bullying her, she finally learned to fight back now?

"Arrgh!" I screamed in anger and kicked the parked car again.

My emotions boiled over. I felt disrespected, humiliated, and stripped of my dignity! How dare she punch me! That loser! I will definitely make her pay!

I suddenly stopped and clenched my fists tightly when I heard a faint giggle coming from behind the car.

"You morons! Why don't you just come out instead of hiding your disgusting laughter? Tsk!" I sarcastically muttered, trying to hold back my anger.

Two monkeys immediately emerged from hiding, clutching their stomachs. Tsk!

I shot them a cold glare.

They immediately elbowed each other and exchanged a meaningful look, trying to suppress their laughter-

"BWHAHAHA!" they laughed together. Tsk!

Really? Is that funny? What kind of friends are they? Worthless friends!

"How's your first time, bro? sarcastically asked the first monkey, Jerome.

"Does it hurt being punched by a woman, Winston? added the other monkey, Dave.

I let them indulge in their bothersome musings while fixing them with an intense gaze.

My brow furrowed in frustration. Can't they stop laughing? They're really getting on my nerves!

"You were knocked down so fast, bro!!"

Tsk! Couldn't I have just been caught off guard?

"That was cool! I never expected her to be such a good puncher! !"

"Wow, I didn't know that girl could throw a punch!"

Tsk!

I tightly balled my fists, veins pulsating with tension, as I gave them a piercing death glare that immediately silenced them.

"Done praising her?" I coldly asked, full of sarcasm.

The laughter from earlier was instantly replaced with silence.

"Does it hurt, bro?" asked the first monkey seriously. Tsk!

He was about to approach me, but I shot him a sharp look.

"Why? Are you eager to give it a shot? Should I offer you a taste of my fist as well?" I asked sarcastically, which immediately shut his mouth. Tsk!

"You actually look even more handsome when you're angry, Winston, hehehe."

"Fvck! Just fvcking leave me alone!" I gritted my teeth in anger as I fixed them with a death glare.

"Crap! I'm about to sh*t myself... Let's go, Jerome, before we end up dead!"

They quickly pulled each other and sprinted away.

"Wahhhhh! Mama!"

Tsk!

Once again, the image of that girl and how she punched me crossed my mind!

That was my first time being punched by a girl, and she was the one who could do it!

Fvck her!

'You will regret this, Namida Sloane Navarro! I vow to make your existence a never-ending nightmare!'

Namida's POV

My head almost tilted sideways when I was greeted with a hard slap from the woman standing in front of me. Naomi Jade Montreal-the woman I considered a mother, but who never acknowledged me as her daughter.

"Are you out of your mind?! What shameful thing did you do this time?! Stealing money from Mr. Rodriguez's granddaughter?! Goodness Namida, you're an embarrassment!" she shouted angrily.

I tried to open my mouth, but no words came out. I remained bowed and had no intention of moving. I didn't know who told her about the mistake I didn't even commit.

I'm tired. I'm tired of defending myself when no one will believe me anyway. It's always like this, they always see me as the one at fault.

A tear rolled down my cheek, which I quickly wiped away.

"You bring nothing but misery and shame into my life! You're just like your demon of a father, you're no different, both of you are worthless! I wonder why I even let you live in this world, I should have just killed you."

The tears I had been holding back finally fell. I have so many questions about why the person who brought me into this world is so cruel to me. Is it my fault that I was born?

I slowly lifted my head and looked her straight in the eyes.

"I wish you had," I responded tearfully. I could barely breathe from the tightness in my chest. "I wish you had finished me off so I wouldn't have had to live in this world. I'm so tired. It hurts so much," I said in a whisper because I was struggling to breathe due to the tightness in my chest.

"If you regret having me as your child, I regret having you as my mother-"

Another hard slap landed on my cheek.

"What did you just say? Child? Mother? Ha!" she screamed angrily and stepped closer to me. "You're not my child. You will never be my daughter, and I will never be your mother. Remember that and engrave it in your empty skull."

"Why?" I asked boldly, wiping the tears that kept falling. "Why do you have such a deep hatred for me?" I laughed bitterly. "Oh, that's right, because of me... your life was ruined. Your relationship with the man you stole from your best friend was destroyed because, what was the reason again?" I stared into her eyes again. "Because of what happened between you and my father, and I'm the result. But you wanted that, didn't you, Ms. Montreal?" I asked sarcastically and slowly stepped closer to her. "Now I'll ask you, is it my fault for the mistake you made? Is it my fault that you were promiscuous-" I was cut off when she suddenly covered my mouth.

"Shut up! You don't know anything!" she shouted, almost crying in anger. I squeezed my eyes shut because of the tight grip she had on me. "You don't know anything about what I've been through! The hardships I've endured!" she yelled and roughly let me go.

"You're right, maybe I don't know what you've been through. But why? Why is it so easy for you to hurt me? I'm only human too. If you're in pain, I'm hurting even more," I said as my voice weakened.

The tears started to fall again. When will I ever experience the love I once dreamed of from her? It's unlikely. Very unlikely. It pains me to say that throughout my life, I have never felt the love of my mother.

"Not once in my life have I ever felt love from you," I said with a bitter smile while staring into her eyes. "I've never experienced even a moment where you made me feel like I was your daughter," I said, struggling to speak. I wiped away the tears that had escaped and took a deep breath. "But it's okay, I'm used to it. Like you said, I'm just a mistake, and I will never be your daughter."

"Can you shut up, will you?" she interrupted and smirked at me. "If you think I'll pity you, you're wrong because I'll never feel pity for you," she said as she moved closer to my ear. "Stop acting like you're my daughter. Have you forgotten that you're just a maid in this house?" she whispered and turned her back on me, but then looked back. "Oh, by the way, I have a family dinner tonight, so prepare everything for my family, yaya." She emphasized the last three words before finally walking away.

Her family. That's right, my mother has a different family now, while I? Well, Ms. Montreal hides the truth from her family that I am her daughter. She just lets me live in this house not to be a part of her family, but to be their maid.

It hurts! Living in this house always reminds me that my mother only sees me as a servant, not as her own child.

I looked to the left where their family picture frame was placed. The tears started to flow again. They're happy. I wonder what it feels like to have a complete family.

"I wish I had a picture with my family too," I sadly whispered, enduring the pain I felt inside. I wish I had that, but I don't.

I don't have a family, I am.

To be Continued...