Chapter 158
Chapter 158:
Bobby had been just as relentless, making Wendy keenly aware of the weight of unwanted attention.
She wouldn’t let Bonita endure the same torment.
Wendy wasn’t one to speak often, but her actions spoke volumes.
As they stepped out of the restaurant, Bonita’s sobs shook her body, her fear clinging to her like a shadow. Sloane rummaged through her bunny-shaped backpack, pulling out tissues and candies. With a flourish, she retrieved a handheld fan shaped like a magic wand, spun it dramatically, and shouted, “I curse Beckett to be stuck in the bathroom without toilet paper p>
Bonita’s tears stopped as laughter burst from her lips.
“Finally! A smile,” Sloane said triumphantly, pressing a coconut candy into Bonita’s hand. “Here, take this. Stop crying. Someone like him doesn’t deserve your tears p>
“I just find him terrifying,” Bonita stammered, her voice trembling. “It feels like he wants to devour me whole p>
The others exchanged uneasy glances, each silently agreeing Beckett’s intensity was suffocating, his presence overwhelming. Fernanda tilted her head, curiosity sparking in her eyes. “Is he a friend p>
“Is he your… friend? Or just a classmate p>
Bonita hesitated before whispering, “He’s both—a friend and a classmate. We’ve known each other for years. I never thought he’d be studying here. I was sure he’d stay in my hometown p>
Fernanda pieced the puzzle together. “You think he came to Esaham because of you, don’t you?” Bonita gave a small nod.
“Does he… like you?” Sloane ventured.
“Yes,” Bonita admitted. “He confessed his love to me before. When we were kids, he didn’t have many friends. Our families lived nearby, so his mum asked me to spend time with him. Over the years… he developed feelings for me p>
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So they were childhood friends.
But then Bonita’s voice hardened. “Do you know why he had no friends? Because he’s sick p>
“Sick?” Fernanda pressed. “What kind of sickness p>
“He has severe bipolar disorder,” Bonita explained, her body trembling at the memories. “His mood swings are unpredictable—he gets irritable for no reason. If he saw me with other boys, he’d get furious. If I didn’t do as he said, he’d explode. Even when nothing happened, his bad moods would escalate into fights. My school years with him were unbearable. I thought things would be different in college, but then he followed me to Esaham p>
Bonita wiped her tears again, her expression bleak, as if the weight of her past crushed her future.
“Don’t his parents realize? Haven’t they taken him to a doctor?” Fernanda asked.