My Secret, My Bully, My Mates. Series

Chapter 0067

Cam

“We have to quit talking about her leaving.” Kota rubs his chest just over his heart. He looks like he is going to be sick. Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Sierra completely ignores him and goes on. “Whoever is doing this has a ton of control or hold over people in power, at least at the school. There’s no way Sky getting jumped daily is not on record somewhere and going completely unnoticed. It’s just easy to hide since it seems to be only her and she never reports anything.”

“So, she hasn’t told you who’s doing this then?” I ask, making a mental note about checking the security footage and understanding that Sierra might be more scary than she lets on. The observant ones are the ones to watch out for, they see things our mundane eyes miss.

“I think that is the one thing she is going to take to her grave. She doesn’t believe sharing the info will help. She thinks it will actually make things worse, make her look weak, embarrassing her dad and brother, and make her bully retaliate. Which, I think, has happened in the past. According to her, this is the best version of the situation. That she actually is in control of whatever is going on. She expects it, is mentally prepared for it, and already knows how to recover and go about her day like nothing is wrong. Something she is obviously really good at since no one, even me, sees her get hurt at school.”

“How can this be better? Why is she worried about embarrassing dad and I? Who gives a sh*t?” Mateo whisper-yells, running his fingers through his hair.

“Your dad gives a sh*t. That’s who. I’ve seen the way he talks to her and about her, we all have. No one can deny he’s a d*ck to her and we have all just let it happen, including the Alpha and Luna, because she doesn’t complain. She goes to no one, because she trusts no one. Every person here,

except Sierra, has given her a reason not to. Clearly it’s worse than we thought.” Leave it to Oliver to analyze a situation to add another tally on our list of dumbass things.

“She thinks because the bully’s focus is on her or she can put it on herself and keep others from getting harmed, it’s better. She said, because she had beta blood, she can handle the beatings better and heal more quickly than any other lower ranked person. She truly believes she is doing the right thing protecting pack members as a beta should. She believes it’s the only thing she can contribute since she isn’t really wanted here. And unfortunately she’s right, no other kids are ever bullied, solidifying her belief.” Sierra shrugs sadly. Sam goes to wrap her in a hug.

I scrub my hands over my face then look at my watch, 6am. “We have really f*cked up and we aren’t even in charge yet. Let’s get inside, dad should be in his office, we need to fix this, now, and we are going to need all the help we can get.” I turn and the others follow me. I can’t wait for this conversation.

We headed in through the back doors into the kitchen and completely startled the omega that is making breakfast. It’s kind of a known fact that none of us move much before noon on Sundays. We are definitely out of character right now. Marching straight to our dad’s office, Kota and I don’t even bother knocking as we all pile into the large space, filling every available chair and my father and Beta Daniel just stare at us like we all grew three heads.

“Can we help you boys?” My dad asks, looking at us curiously.

“We really have a busy day, so whatever you are up to needs to be quick.” Beta Daniel says in a clipped voice.

“What we have to say is important, and it’s going to take a while.” Kota shoots back at him.

“We don’t have time for your teenage shenanigans today boys…” Beta Daniel starts. I wonder if he has always been this condescending to us. Either way, I really just want to break his nose.

I turn my glare on him. “This meeting also requires Delta Kyle, Gamma Brett and mom. If you want this handled quickly, gather everyone and we can get started.”

“What is this about, boys? Clearly you are worked up and it’s enough to have you out of bed at six on a Sunday morning.” My dad is trying to be sympathetic. He, at least, lets us have an opinion and then helps us work through it or correct it if we are wrong.