Owned By Her Triplet Bullies
Chapter 16

Emma's POV

I could barely get any sleep last night, which probably made me wake up early before Hailey and the boys. I'm so happy that they didn't wake me up today in their cruel way. I hurriedly got up from my bed, regretting it, immediately. My stomach felt sore due to laying on it throughout the night, and pain shot through my back. I winced painfully. Will there be a day when I can wake up normally without pain shooting through my whole body? Probably the day I get out of this pack.

I rushed to the bathroom and took my bath, wincing all through. I rummaged through my few old clothes and settled for black jeans and a gray shirt. Thankfully, the spots from the ant bites are almost gone. I picked up my worn-out backpack and rushed out of my

room.

I hurriedly start doing my chores, desperately praying Hailey and the boys don't come down before I finish with it. I finished cleaning the floor and prepared breakfast for them. I looked towards their room, satisfied that no one was awake, I bolted through the door, my back screaming in protest.

"And where do you think you are rushing off to?" Alexander's voice halts me to a stop.

Oh, no! I thought they were still sleeping. Why are they awake so early? I thought I could go to school without any trouble today. I guess this is only wishful thinking, that can never happen.

"Do I have to repeat myself?" he asks harshly.

I turned around to see a sight that leaves my mouth dry.

The boys were all shirtless, their mouth-watering bodies on full display. The broad chest was clean shaved, moderate biceps, and six packs, wait is that eight? I started counting all the way down until I met with Alexander's shorts that hung dangerously low on his waist.

"I'm going to school," I managed to mutter, taking in their drool-worthy bodies.

"Was that what took you so long to answer, you wretch," Julian said with anger.

How can I forget about what they truly are? Tormentors. They are all handsome, no doubt, but with dark and evil hearts.

"I'm sorry," I said, snapping back to my senses and not getting carried away with their good looks.

"Sorry for yourself, and since when do you dare to leave this house before us?" Philip asked, glaring at me. "I... I t...h.o...ught," I stuttered.

"You thought what pig?" Julian said, cutting me off. "Can you even think? Do you have a brain?" he said.

I just stood in one spot, not daring to move.

"Why are you standing there like a statue? Go make breakfast," Julian yelled, making me run towards the kitchen immediately. Hailey came out of her room fully dressed and dolled up. She took her seat with the boys at the dining table while I served them breakfast. "What kind of food is this? It tastes so bland and cold. Do we look like your pig family?" she said, angrily spitting out the food and throwing the content of the plate at me. The boys followed suit and threw theirs as well.

The hot food and tea landed on my exposed skin and almost burnt it, the food was steaming hot, so I was stunned when I heard what she said.

"Why are you still standing there? Go and make another one," she shouted.

I hurried to the kitchen and made some scrambled eggs and bread. I served it to them again and bent down to clean the mess on the floor. She kicked me hard on my shoulder, making me stumble and fall on my injured back. I cried out in pain. "Oooops, my leg slipped," she said, smirking.

I got up quickly, my back felt as if it was on fire, but I continued to clean the mess. Alexander stood up and walked to the kitchen, intentionally stepping on my fingers in the process. I screamed again, my fingers made a crunching sound. I'm sure one of my bones was broken, but Alexander just ignored me and walked away coldly.

"Why do you keep screaming you dirty pig, you are giving me a headache," Julian deadpanned, pushing me to the floor. I stumbled and knocked everything I just cleaned from the floor over my body.

"Let's go, guys," Julian said and started to leave the room. "Filthy rag," he stopped walking and called out.

Is he calling me? I stared at him with teary eyes.

"Don't you know your name? Get your backpack and follow us," he ordered.

I wondered why he would want me to follow them outside, but I dared not question him. I grabbed my backpack and joined them outside. Julian and Hailey were in the front seat, while Alexander and Philip sat in the back. "Stand in front of the car," Hailey ordered.

My heart started beating wildly. Why would they want me to stand in front of their car? Are they tired of bullying me and want to run me over? I walked nervously to the front of their car.

"Please don't kill me," I pleaded, crying shakily. I know they can't kill me because they wouldn't want to face the wrath of the Alpha. Not that he cared too much, but because this is his pack, and he's responsible for whatever happens to every one of its members. But with Hailey, I can never be too sure what she can do.

"Please don't kill me," Julian mimicked me, and they all burst into laughter.

"Who wants to get your disgusting blood on their hands? Definitely not me," Hailey retorted, still trying to control her laughter.

"Now, since you dared to serve us stale food, get ready to deal with the consequences, you will run to school, and we will drive behind you," Hailey said grinning evilly.

What? My heart sank. Every part of my body still hurts, and she wants me to run all the way to school. The loud blaring of the horn jolts me back to reality.

"Run fat pig or risk breaking one of your legs," Hailey screamed at me as Julian started the engine. I pulled my backpack closer and sprinted towards the school. I ran and ran. I stumbled and fell, but the fear of them disabling me made me get up and start running again.

"Run fat pig! Run," Hailey cackled behind me. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me to the school, with them following closely behind me. I finally reached the school, panting heavily and sweating profusely.

"That was a good show pig, I had a nice laugh," Hailey said as she left with the boys happily to class.

After resting for a while, pain shot through my back. The adrenalin that pumped in my veins and made me run had worn out, leaving behind a tremendous amount of pain. I went to my locker to take out my books and met John waiting for me there. "Why are you sweating so much? The weather is mostly cool today," John said, staring at my drenched T-shirt.

I looked at him sadly and still panting. He immediately understood.

"Hailey again," he muttered worriedly and handed me a bottle of water from his backpack. I accepted the bottle and gulped down the entire content.

"We should head to class," I said, no longer panting. My heart beat steadier.

He nodded and we headed to class together. We got to class and I sat on my chair with a sigh, finally able to rest my aching back. We were having math class. I hated math class because I had it with Hailey and the triplets. They would torment me during class, which also made me hate the subject.

Hailey sat behind me and did all sorts of things on my back. I had to quietly endure everything. She would wrap my hair tightly around her fingers, making me bite my lips to stop myself from screaming. She would prick my neck with her pen or kick my legs under the chair and would keep a straight face as if she were listening to the teacher while I would squirm uncomfortably in my chair.

Math class was finally over, and I almost jumped up for joy. I tried to stand up, but I could not. I tried severally, but I still could not stand up.

"What's the fat pig doing?" a student said, bringing the attention of everyone to me.

"I think she can't stand," Hailey said, smiling.

"Is she too fat to stand up? Are the school chairs too small for you now?" John's ex-girlfriend said.

Every one of them hurled abusive words at me that broke my heart, but I just sat in one place with my head down, not able to say a word. After they were done, they all left for the school cafeteria.

"Emma, what's wrong? Why can't you stand?" John who was the only one left asked worriedly.

"I think Hailey poured glue all over my chair," I said dejectedly.