Falling For The Girl I Bullied
Chapter 152

Sia’s P.O.V.

“I don’t want to go back to school, dad. How can I go there now? Everyone… everyone in the city now knows about mom’s past. I.. I can’t face everyone… I can’t, dad… I can’t,” I cried bitterly in my father’s embrace. We were both in shock and were processing what we had learned about my mother’s past. Even my dad didn’t know anything about her school life. My mother never lost her temper, not even once in my memories. She was always the calm and patient one among us. It was really hard to believe that she was so aggressive when she was a teenager. At first, both of us refused to believe what they told us, but Dad investigated the matter on his own, and I also tried to get some information, which was enough to break me down.

I was now sitting in my father’s embrace, wailing out my eyes. Everything that I knew about my mother my whole life was nothing but a lie. She was calm and a caring mother, but that was only a façade. She deceived not only us but the whole world with her façade. Her parents took every measure to keep that matter a secret. I couldn’t believe that my mother was also a bully, just like me. Now I knew from where I got this, and now it was scaring me. All those incidents in which Violet almost lost her life were now surfacing in my mind and scaring me to hell. I had a strong urge every time to kill her, but I never did anything like that. I was glad that I never gave in to that urge. My mother killed someone for her pleasure.

Dad didn’t say a word but kept rubbing my back gently. It was hard for him too. The news about my mother affected not only our lives but our business too. The prices of our shares dropped so drastically after my mother’s arrest. She confessed that she was behind the kidnapping, and she also instructed the kidnappers to take Violet to that place and leave her there to die. My mother wanted to remove the hurdle that I had in my love life and also wanted to ruin Parker’s reputation to help my father. She forgot that killing someone couldn’t bring good to anyone else. “Dad… c.. can you transfer me to somewhere else, please?” I asked my father after I stopped crying. I was still sobbing but I was better now.

“You also want to leave me?” he asked me in a broken tone. “No, dad… no… it’s not like that… it… it’s just … I.. I am not that strong to.. to.. face everyone… Let’s go away from here and start our lives somewhere else. She ruined everything for both of us. Let’s go away from here, dad,” I pleaded to him while tightening my grip around his torso. I felt his chest moving up and down, but he didn’t utter a word again. “Your mother wants to meet you,” he told me after some time in a calm tone. “But I don’t want to. Nothing can justify what she did to Violet or in her past. She… she will remain a murderer,” I immediately replied to him in a bitter tone.

“She is still your mother, Sia. She is sick, and that’s why she did what she shouldn’t do,” he scolded me, and I lifted my head up. “Does it matter now, dad?” I asked him in a choked voice. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it while looking at me helplessly. “You know how people are going to look at us now, and you think that I am strong enough to bear their accusing gazes?” I asked him while taking hiccups now. I knew that he agreed with me, but I could understand his reluctance too. She was, after all his wife, with whom he had spent twenty years of his life.

“Let’s go somewhere else, dad. I … I can’t live here now, not with this tag as the daughter of a psycho killer. She ruined everything for me,” I cried again and put my head on his shoulder while wrapping my hands around his neck. I felt him take a sigh, and he patted my back gently. I could imagine how everyone was going to look at me. Their gazes would be filled with hatred, pity, mockery, and accusation. The all-mighty Sia Bishop is the daughter of a murderer. It was enough for all those people who wanted to see my fall to laugh at me. Everyone would think that I am a bully because of my mother. The difference was that I was about to kill someone, and she had killed someone already when she was in middle school and tried to kill Violet this time just because she was on my way to get my love. I loved Kyle so much, and I didn’t know how he was going to react this time. My mother ruined every chance of mine to get Kyle by attacking Violet.

“Do you have any other city or country in your mind where you want to go?” dad asked me in a low tone this time. I shook my head negatively and lifted my head again. I slowly straightened my body while thinking about what he asked. I shook my head negatively when nothing came to mind. “No, dad… any country or city where no one knows us will do. I … I just want to go away from here,” I said to him when nothing came to my mind. “Okay… okay… but you have to give your midterm exams here. It’s your last year, and I don’t know if any school will take your transfer in the middle of the year,” he answered me with a sigh.

I looked in the other direction while thinking about how I would be able to face all the students in school. I was already afraid of what was coming my way. “You have to endure everything for a few more days until I replace a solution, Sia. Your mother has already confessed to her crime. So there is nothing that I can do to save her. I am sure that Violet’s stepfather, Mr. Westfield, will do everything to get your mother a severe punishment. I don’t know how he did… but… he is the one who dug up your mother’s past,” dad told me in a bitter tone. I was really surprised to hear what my father told me. Was her stepfather so intelligent? I scoffed at myself internally. Of course, he was intelligent.

What I heard about his skills: He was one of the best lawyers in the country. “You mean to say that he found the evidence against mom?” I asked my father in a curious tone. He sighed and shook his head negatively. “It was Mrs. Knight. She is the one who found the evidence,” he told me and took a deep breath while leaning back on the backrest of the couch. “I don’t know why she helped them but she is the one,” he said further, and I chewed my internal cheeks. I was on good terms with her. She hated Violet because she thought that Violet was keeping Kyle away from her. I filled her thoughts with bad things about Violet. I always bad-mouthed Violet whenever I met Mrs. Knight. Then why did she help her? Did I miss anything here?

“Go and have some rest, honey. You are tired,” my father said to me in a tired tone. I wanted to know more about the case and why Mrs. Knight helped Violet, but I resisted myself because of my father’s condition. I have no one to talk to right now. I was really feeling alone. Millie was in police custody too, and Grace had clearly told me not to call her again yesterday. As she didn’t have any involvement in this case, the police didn’t press any charges against her. I slowly stood up from the couch. “Good night, dad,” I wished my dad but I closed my eyes when I felt a pang of pain in my chest. What was good about the night now? Nothing was good. “Go, honey,” I heard my father’s tired tone.

I didn’t look at him but moved towards the exit. Tears started building up in my eyes. I wanted to talk to someone, but there was none. I closed the door of the room behind me and leaned on the door with my back. I closed my eyes and let the tears fall again. I wanted to meet my mother and asked her why she did this when she kept everything about her past hidden all those years. She was calm and polite in front of everyone. She had to keep this façade. Why did she ruin my life? She said that she wanted to remove the hurdle in my love life, but I never asked her to do so. I never asked her to take an interest in my love life. She wanted to help my father but she ruined everything for him too. She destroyed his chances to win the mayor’s election. I slowly sat down on the floor, still leaning on the door, and closed my eyes.

Violet’s P.O.V.

“I am not like them, Violet, and you know this,” I smiled when Mr. Westfield compared himself with my parents. “I agree, Mr. Westfield that you are not like them, but you have been married to your wife for more than seven years. It means that you have known about my existence for seven years. Where were you all these years? Did someone stop you from approaching me all these years?” I asked him in a calm tone while looking straight into his eyes. He clenched his jaw, making me smile bitterly this time. “You are an independent person, Mr. Westfield. You are capable enough to make your decision on your own. I … I don’t want to assume, but I guess you don’t want my mother to feel sad, and that’s why you never approached me until she showed her desire to take me back,” I said further in a firm tone, telling him the reason that was in my mind.

He looked at my mother, who was sitting behind me on the couch with Mrs. Parker. I was sitting on a chair near Mr. Parker’s working table. Mr. Westfield was sitting on the right side of my chair, while Mr. Parker was sitting in his chair right in front of me on the other side of the table. Mr. Westfield lowered his eyes and looked in the other direction. “I am not something that you can have any time you want, Mr. Westfield. I am truly thankful for your help in my case, but this couldn’t change the fact that you were also absent when I was all alone. I am still not an adult, Mr. Westfield. I am still a teenager, a child. I was all alone when my grandmother died. If you had come at that time, I would have accepted you as my father without wasting a second because at that time,” I paused and gulped hard. My voice cracked at the end because those were the worst days of my life.

“I was desperately asking God to send someone to make me feel safe. I… I was looking around me for one person…. Any person who could comfort me and tell me that I am not alone, but no one did except Samantha. She was not responsible for me, but she took responsibility instead of my parents. My parents left me for their own reasons, and my… my step-parents never bothered to know about my whereabouts. If… if you have come to me at that time… I… I,” I paused again when my voice choked. I never wanted to tell anyone how lonely and scared I was after my grandmother’s death until Samantha approached me. The Child Welfare Department was planning to put me in foster care when she suddenly showed up at my door with the documents signed by my grandmother in which she made Samantha my legal guardian after her death. How I wished at that time to see my mother instead of Samantha. I was happy that Samantha came and saved me, and I will never forget what she did for me all these years. Mr. Westfield suddenly pulled me into his embrace, hiding my face in his chest. “I am sorry, Violet…. I am really sorry,” he whispered to me in an apologetic tone. I sniffed harder and closed my eyes.

I was glad that he gave me the time that I needed to calm myself down. He patted my back gently until I recomposed myself. He slowly released me from his embrace after some time. “Here,” Mr. Parker was now standing on the other side of me. He gave me a glass of water. I took the glass from him and drank some water. I put down the glass on the table and thanked Mr. Parker. I looked back at Mr. Westfield who had a sad look on his face. “I will come to your place to visit Liam during my vacations. He is innocent and of course, he is my half-brother. I think that I can bond with him,” I said further, and a small smile appeared on his lips.