Bully Hunting

Supra

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After a severely bullied childhood, followed by a few difficult years, Tiara was still shying away from bullies in her life, until, she met a mysterious woman named Scarlett. Together with her friends, Scarlett, organizes covert physical assaults on people who were bullies in the past. Although the process of bully hunting initially frightens Tiara, she realizes that there’s more to it - more stories and secrets to uncover, about Scarlett and beyond…

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• Supra
• Fiction

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• Publié par: AuthorHouse
• Date de parution: 24 octobre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781665573337
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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BULLY HUNTING
SUPRA


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Published by AuthorHouse 10/17/2022
 
ISBN: 978-1-6655-7334-4 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6655-7333-7 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022918969
 
 
 
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CONTENTS
The Fall of Penny
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
The Reign of Clive
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
The Fall of Clive
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
The Reign of Penny
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
The Last Chapter
THE FALL OF PENNY

Day 1
M y name is Penny. I am just over sixty years old. My husband has recently retired, and I have always been a stay home mother. Life has been busy all these years with my husband’s work, my two boys, friends and relations and hundreds of other matters. Like most ordinary people, we could not realize how so many hard-fought years have passed like a blink of an eye. A couple years ago, when my youngest son moved out of home following his brother’s footsteps, I had a new enemy to grapple with. The void. Rooms were so empty that they echoed to me. Sometimes I shut my ears and closed my eyes. When I woke up at night, I felt someone was sleeping in those rooms. They were never meant to be empty.
I was waiting for the day when my husband would retire. We had some dreams, like any ordinary couple, starting from as big as visiting exotic places like Morocco to as small as waking up late in winter mornings with a warm cup of tea. There was another thing that always attracted me. That was to count waves sitting on a beach. I loved water, beaches, warmth, and sunshine. To my surprise, my husband had also planned something similar. One day, he announced that we should move to a small house by the shore, for just the two of us. No more void, no more fear of hearing strange voices around the home, no more traffic, crowd and pollution.
The new house had everything. A two minutes’ walk from the beach, a small garden at the backyard, a lovely neighborhood; everything that I had wanted. I started to decorate my newly found abode with ample time and attention. Besides the home, there was plenty of relaxation. Every morning, we would visit the beach; take a long walk by the shore, breathe the freshness and count the seagulls and tiny boats far away. The day would go on cooking, reading, napping, watching Netflix, drinking and occasionally, talking to our children. Life turned out to be a bed of roses. I was happy, and content.
But then, someone told us that there was a virus that was going to kill millions of people. Like everyone else, we were locked in. A month passed. Another passed. Then another. We spent time watching television and drinking and more drinking. Our initial romantic phase of the newly found happiness was fading. We needed a change again. Perhaps a holiday. A holiday from the eternal holiday. However silly that might sound.
Today, after a year since the virus attacked our country, we have stepped out of our neighborhood. It’s not just out of the neighborhood but a drive of more than one hundred miles to a holiday location that has numerous memories from our past. It was the best decision to select a place like that. I could not think of anything better. My children loved to come here. We would rent the same house every time, run the same chores, visit the same attractions around, but every time we did that, my children loved it more and more.
We checked into the same home again. Over the years, the owner continued renovating the home. Some of its parts now don’t match to where my children had earlier visited. Still, it soaked me into nostalgia. I could feel my boys running around the home. They could catch the spiders on their palms. They would show me, “Mum, look, skinny legs”. They would let the spider go eventually but still, continue looking for more. Sometimes, they would throw stones at the birds in the backyard, or simply run at the open field behind.
Sitting in my bedroom that had a large window facing the backyard, I was recollecting the fun filled days from the past. Why was I being so emotional? I don’t know. Ever since I stepped in here, my heart feels weak. It could be the long gap of being normal after the pandemic. Or could be something else, related to my age.
My husband has opened a bottle of single malt. He offered me a glass. I don’t mind. At least it will relax my mind.
Day 2
We decided to visit the center of the town like we always had done. There was quite a modest size of crowd looking for some entertainment there. People had been exhausted sitting at home for over a year. They were waiting for some fun, even if it was a small place like this. Everyone still wore masks, well, at least most people did; removing only when they were eating or drinking. The place looked like an annual conference of bank robbers. We walked around together. My husband mixed some vodka in his bottle of coca cola for us to sip from occasionally when we are in the thick crowd. There was a gentle breeze and bright sun shining up ahead. After a few minutes of walking my husband felt his legs were not cooperating anymore. He sat on a bench under a tree. I told him I would visit the tea shop across the street to see if we can get a scone or something to eat. The coca cola stayed with him.
As I walked into the shop, I was attracted by its character. It was filled with sketches, all around the walls. While looking around, I was wondering if this was a new shop. I could not remember visiting it before. After picking up the scones, I was standing in the line when a man coughed from behind. These days one could not trust the sound of a cough anymore. When I turned back, I saw a man of my own height, with black hair and black eyes, staring at me. There was no way to see his face as he wore a black mask.
“Excuse me”, I said, “Can I help you with something?”
He whispered, in a voice that sounded like wind blowing through two adjacent pieces of woods, “Roy has sent me here. There is a very important message for you. Meet me at the back side of the shop. Come alone”
He walked away so quickly that I could not even ask any question. I was helpless to my anxiety. Ah, I forgot to mention. It’s my biggest enemy. Anxiety. Hypertension. My doctor has told me all along my life that my anxiety could one day kill me, but I had no ways to control it. There was a time I was using prescribed medication but when I googled about many personal experiences, they scared me to death, before even I was dead. I switched to natural therapies like mediation, food habits but I failed to maintain a routine. As a result, after a while I decided to find solace in alcohol. With my age, many other problems like knee pain and short sightedness started to surface but anxiety remained my most ferocious foe. My anxiety was dictating to me that I must meet the man, behind the shop. Could I have just ignored it? Or tell my husband? I could have, but my mind would never let me do that. I needed to see everything till the end, no matter how irrelevant the matter was. I needed to see what this man had for me, even if it was a prank or something dangerous.
Very soon I was walking by the lane next to the shop, occasionally glancing at the bench where my husband was sitting with the coca cola bottle. He was still absorbed in his own inebriated state. As I reached the end of the lane I turned left and there, I noticed the man standing. He appeared to be in a real hurry. His legs were shaking in a rhythm. Some people do that when they are nervous or engrossed in something very important.
I stopped near him, waved my hand and said, “You said Roy, didn’t you? You mean my brother Roy?”
He uttered the words, behind his mask, in a muffled voice, “Do you know any other Roy?”
I was taken aback by his rudeness. Ignoring, I asked, “What do you want to tell me”
He looked around cautiously and then said, “Roy is sending some evidence for you. Tonight. You need to come out of your house…at night…exactly at two o’clock. I’ll be waiting across the road. You will receive the packet of evidence from me”
I could not understand anything, “What evidence? What are you talking about? Why is Roy sending here?”
“I’m doing exactly what I was told. He couldn’t come himself because he is out of the country… at the moment. Don’t try to call him. Apparently, cops are tracking him. But he could not wait to give you the packet. It will have some pictures of your husband and his lover. They will be useful for you. He told me to mention this. Remember, two o’clock. Across the street. Come alone. Don’t do anything clever. Roy will contact you soon”
The man turned back and briskly crossed the road. I was speechless. My knees were weak. Heart was thumping. I was probably losing vision as I saw the man disappearing withi