The Bully

Gwyneth’s stomach lurched as she heard that all-too-familiar voice behind her, her fight or flight instinct kicking in, telling her to do the latter… Except, she was already in her own house, in her own bedroom, the place where she ought to have been the most safe. She was so panicked, her brain didn’t even process what had been said at first, didn’t recognize them as words, but more like the growl of a hunting tiger, or the shake of a rattlesnake’s tail, a warning that, probably, had come too late.

“Wh-What are you doing here?” Gwyn asked, wishing she could have sounded much cooler, much more confident, than she did, knowing that, most likely, her tone was more similar to a scared little girl than the high school senior she was, an adult according to the law, even if she didn’t necessarily feel like one yet, still living under her parents’ roof, still going to school.

Aubree chuckled, sending another shiver down Gwyneth’s spine as she strutted further into the girl’s room, taking her time, scanning every bookshelf, every poster, no doubt cataloging anything she found embarrassing so she could bring it up later, when they were at school, around her friends. “Your Mommy let me in,” she informed Gwyneth, practically purring in delight at the other girl’s reaction, at how well this was going for her. “I told her all about that special project we have to get done tonight…”

Why her? Gwyneth had wondered that for years; by now, the answer was probably that she had never made the bully stop, that she was the only senior who Aubree could get away with doing this to anymore. Her sole solace now was that, since they were both graduating this year – assuming Aubree’s grades were good enough – they’d go off to different colleges and never have to see each other again. Until then, however, Gwyn was going to have to either grow a backbone suddenly, or put up with this…

“We don’t have a project,” Gwyneth said, as if Aubree didn’t already know that. “I-I would never partner up with you for a project.”

Aubree snickered, putting a hand to her chest. “Oh, no! That just breaks my heart!”

Gwyneth rolled her eyes. “Leave me alone,” she shook her head.

“Now, why would I do that?” Aubree grinned, moving again, stepping closer and closer to Gwyneth at her desk, Gwyn attempting to squirm away instinctively. “You have such a nice little house here, Gwyny… And I heard from Jessica that you were telling one of your little friends at lunch that your Mommy and Daddy were going to be away this weekend. I really wanted to have a party this weekend, but I just didn’t know where I was going to do it… This, I think, would be perfect!”

“No!” Gwyn put her foot down, as much as she was able to, anyway, when Aubree clearly had no intention of taking that for an answer.

“It will!” Aubree told her. “Everyone can come look at your cute room, and we wouldn’t have to worry about making a mess, because it comes with its own maid!”

Gwyn knew Aubree was talking about her, that she expected her to clean up after her… She also knew that this probably wouldn’t be the last time, if she didn’t do something about it, that if she let the girl get away with it now, she’d only get worse. That was their cycle, going all the way back to kindergarten, Gwyn allowing Aubree to walk all over her, and Aubree, as a result, growing meaner and meaner…

It didn’t help, either, that, as Aubree drew nearer, Gwyneth could smell the alcohol on her breath. She wasn’t sure how her mother hadn’t noticed when she let the girl in, but maybe Aubree had kept her distance. Aubree was bold normally; when she was drunk, that was amplified. Perhaps that was a good thing, and she’d forget about this when she sobered up… More likely, though, she’d go through with it anyway, since she’d already laid down the law to her meek little victim, and Gwyn hadn’t been strong enough to make her stop.

“Don’t worry,” Aubree giggled. “I’m going to get you the cutest little uniform to wear to the party, so everyone knows…” She paused, fidgeting, cheeks turning pink. Gwyn didn’t recognize it at first, not used to seeing it from someone as big as Aubree, not until she rapidly excused herself. “W-Well, I’ll see you at school,” she said, shuffling towards Gwyn’s door. “We’ll talk more about this there, after…”

She had almost made it, had reached the doorway, when she froze, her words dissolving into a whimpered, “No, no, no.” Her hands reached up, clasping at the wall as she groaned, struggling hard… And failing, a wet spot appearing on her jeans as Gwyn watched, quickly spreading, growing, cascading down her legs…

Gwyn could barely believe her luck, but she wasn’t about to let it go to waste. She grabbed her phone up off the desk, snapping a few pictures, then starting to record a video, preserving this moment as thoroughly as she possibly could.

Aubree, for her part, was obviously mortified at what was happening, struggling to pretend otherwise, to act like she was still in control. “Y-Yeah,” she stammered. “Th-This is just a trial run for the weekend. I-I want to see how well you can clean this…”

She turned back towards Gwyn, any hint of power, of dominance, instantly fleeing from her face when she saw her victim holding her phone, knowing immediately what she was doing with it. “No!” she whined, hands moving downwards in a futile gesture, trying in vain to cover the ever-increasing wetness. “St-Stop it! Erase that right now!”

Gwyneth grinned, standing up, getting closer to the bully instead, confident that she wasn’t going anywhere, not until she’d finished peeing her pants. Suddenly, she didn’t look nearly as big, as intimidating…

“Don’t worry, Aubree,” she told her, getting a nice close-up of the bully’s face so that anyone who watched the video would have no question about who starred in it. “I’ll delete this, and all the pictures I took… But I have a few things I want you to do for me in exchange.”