My Generous Bully

By Zwivhuya Chuma

This is the most vanilla book that I have ever written and I love it. My Generous Bully is a story about two people who have a love hate relationship with each other. He grew up miserable without guidance and love; she grew up happy and loved but suffered a terrible loss that forced her to grow up before it was time. He hurt her and she took it; he hurt her but he would never let anybody else do the same. She was strong in her own way those she took the bullying she never succumbed to it; she fought back in her own way accepting that lashing out would just make things worse. It’s a rollercoaster with a happy ending aleast as happy as they could make it.
Join Bethany & Ashton as they take you a journey I’m still recovering from.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Zwivhuya Chuma
• Release date: Mar 29, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005252243

Zwivhuya Chuma

Well, I am not normal that’s for sure, putting it in proper terms; if this was high school, I would fall into those weird and geeky groups. Actually I am not even sure they would want me...My weird is sexy and funny. It’s sometimes serious, but always crazy. I hate sadness, not only in me, but for the people around me as well, I hate being helpless, not being able to help my loved ones or any person in need. Believe it or not, I am a believer of the laughter is the best medicine quote. No, it doesn’t solve your problems, but it makes you feel a hell of a lot better. Plus you lose calories so...I have always had an over-active imagination, growing up I thought I was a dragon princess. I lived in my head most of the time, especially in my teen years. It got me through being bullied, it got me through being beaten and it helped me get through my feelings of abandonment.What really pushed me into reading though, was an incident that still makes me cringe every time I think about it.I was attacked in a train on my way to work in 2012. The attack itself was brutal yes but what broke me the most, were the people who just sat there and watched. None of them moved to help me, not during and not after.Anyway, I had a lot of time after that to heal from my injuries, so a friend of mine got me hooked on Christian grey and his fifty shades of fucked up. Thank you GOD for E.L. James. After that reading became like breathing to me, the world it opened up to my wounded soul was very much needed and it fit right in with my dragon princess genes and I was happy, free and just, just felt so anything is possible in life.The more I read, the more inspired I became and the more my imagination came up with outlandish ideas. That’s when I decided to finally put it to pen and paper, and so began ...The Heat Series

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My Generous Bully

My Generous Bully

A Novel

Zwivhuya Chuma

My Generous

Bully

Copyright © 2022 Zwivhuya Chuma

First edition 2022

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Dedication…

This one is for everyone,

The key to real happiness is to always stay true to

Yourself.

It’s ok to lose yourself along the way as long as you find your way back to you…

Prologue

Where the nightmare started

Twenty years ago

Mainger Primary School First Grade

Bethany

I would never ever forget my first day of school. Happy to be done with baby classes I was ready for big school, ready to meet new faces and make new friends, this was an adventure I had been looking forward to since I was five and now the time has officially come. I was dressed in the grey school skirt with the plaid shirt that was our uniform, white ankle high socks and black buckle shoes, mommy worked extra hard to make sure my pigtails looked super cute and I was ready for the day .

Walking in to the huge school grounds, I was short so the school looked especially big, I looked around trying to find peers my age before class so I could say hi, when I spotted a boy being beaten in one of the schools hidden alleys, not one to look away when something unjust was happening I ran into that whole mess and pushed those bigger boys away from the little one on the floor.

I looked the little boy over making sure he was not bleeding or anything when I realized he was actually not that little, malnourished yes but not little. I faced those bullies head on ready to bite any part of exposed skin that dared to come near us. I let out a growl showing them that I meant business, I didn’t care how big they were my teeth were sharp and they could tear through skin like a knife through butter.

The tallest bully started laughing

This midget is feisty, she might actually fit my tastes

He licked his lips looking me up and down

Before I could respond, the malnourished boy got up from behind me, roughly pushed me down; kicked me in the stomach so hard I spat out blood and almost lost all the air in my lungs. What just happened, how could he hurt me when I tried to save him, my heart hurt so bad, his betrayal was choking me, were there no more good people left in this world? When I finally caught my breath and looked up at him, he said

I didn’t need your help, in future stop doing useless things that will piss me off.

He looked at the tallest bully and punched him in the face

I only let you hit me this one time because my dad fucked your mother, that was it mess with me again and lose your teeth.

He spat next to my feet and walked away, never once looking back and that made me sad. I slowly got up and went to find a bathroom, my first day was not looking so great. Because of him I lost my interest in finding out what my new classmates would be like. I left the bathroom walking slowly so as to not aggravate the pain in my stomach when my feet stilled, they wouldn’t move forward so I forced them to take a step back. Malnourished boy stood in front of me, watching me, scanning me unmoving. I was so scared, my heart beating fast and loud I swore he could hear it. The look in his eyes was so intense it had me bursting out in hives, he finally looked away and walked past me. I didn’t dare turn to look back at him. I ran all the way to class and planned to avoid Malnourished, dark haired blue eyed boy for the rest of my life.

A month later I found out Malnourished boy's name, not that I went around asking nope that would have been construed as another useless thing that I did; also I was scared of him so…

His name was Ashton and he was a monster, he was two Grades higher than I was but even the big kids were scared of him. I was in the bathroom when the two popular girls in my class were talking about him, about how cute he looked and how he would make the coolest boyfriend ever with his dark curls and blue eyes.

I frowned, one he was a lot of things cute was not one of them, two we were seven who needed a boyfriend at this age and three malnourished boy was scary just because his name was Ashton meant nothing.

My heart beat uncomfortably in my chest when I heard one of them say; that they would approach him today and ask him out. I didn’t like that, I think I was worried about their safety at least that was what I chose to believe. As soon as they left, I opened my door and went to wash my hands thinking about how those girls were about to meet their doom at the age of seven. I shivered I didn’t like the thought of him being the best boyfriend to anyone, they didn’t want to be his real friends just wanted to use him for his popularity, his dark curls and maybe his blue eyes that were almost like well never mind they were just nice. I shook my head clearing it of my anxious thoughts I was seven to hell with all these troublesome thoughts. I stepped out of the bathroom, the school was quiet everyone ran for home but I needed to pee first, the halls were eerily quiet so I hurried along to get outside. As soon as I stepped outside our eyes locked and my breath caught in my throat, I couldn’t look away and I couldn’t move my feet. How did he always manage to render me senseless, his eyes always seemed to be calling out to me begging me to look deeper but deeper in to what? Mama always said that sometimes you needed to look beyond a person’s actions to find their real meaning but I didn’t think that applied here

You still hiding yourself from me chubs?

Was that supposed to be a cute name for chubby?

His smile was scary but it also looked kind of forced, so I didn’t react to his taunt. I braced myself and moved my feet so I could go home giving him a wide berth when I ran past him. My biggest mistake was not having my eyes open, if they had been I would have seen him aiming his bag to my head and throwing it at me. The aim was so accurate I actually tripped and hit my head on the floor. I heard him snicker and as the chills ran down my spine I heard the tallest bully's voice

I wanted this little rose with her thorns for myself, but seeing as she got on your wrong side, her feistiness won’t last for long and I don’t like my women timid.

He walked past with his crew of goons laughing leaving me on