Bully Me Not: A RH Dark High School Bully Romance (Heartbreak Falls Book 1)

  Bully Me Not

  Heartbreak Falls #1

  Rachel Angel

  Bully Me Not (Heartbreak Falls #1)

  Published by Romance On the Go, an Imprint of Sparklesoup

  Copyright © 2019 Rachel Angel

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  All characters and storyline is an invention from Rachel Angel/Kailin Gow. Any resemblance to people alive or dead is purely coincidence.

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  DEDICATION

  This series is dedicated to Fin and Ian, my muses.

  SERIES BLURB

  With a name like Heartbreak Falls, one didn't expect to find love at the new town I had moved to courtesy of my new stepfamily aka Mom's new husband and his sons.

  Something was up with my new rich stepfather, his sons, and what happened to their last stepmother. Something was up with the entire town, which my stepfamily seemed to run. Along with the school where my stepbrothers reigned as cruel princes. All 3 of them were known as The Heartbreakers. Two were twins and my age, and then there was Tristan, the oldest. Gorgeous but god-awful hateful to me. What was up?

  I was about to find out...if I lived long enough.

  **Heartbreak Falls is a RH Dark Bully Romance and mystery for 18 and up. It is YA/NA and has themes of bullying and rough sex. If that's fine with you, then dig in! Bully Me Not is book 1 of 5 and contains a cliffhanger.

  Author Note

  Thank you for picking up Bully Me Not, the first book in the Heartbreak Falls Series. This book contains scenes that may be triggers such as bullying and violence.

  This is a dark romance and while it takes place in high school, the sexual scenes are between 18+ and above characters.

  This is also a Reverse Harem, which means the main female character will have three or more love interests.

  Finally, this is a bully romance which means enemy to lover romance. By no means do we promote or advocate any bullying of any kind, but seek to prevent it in real life. If anyone is facing bullying in real life, there are resources and help out there. One we recommend is:

  Shy Girls Social Club Handbook on Dealing with Bullies and Other Meanies by Kailin Gow

  https://www.amazon.com/Social-Handbook-Dealing-Bullies-Meanies-ebook/dp/B0049B2C7A

  Prologue

  5 Years Ago

  Tristan

  (Age 14 years old)

  In the distance, I heard the click of a door being unlocked and opening. I braced myself against the hard metal chair I was tied to, struggling against the rope that held me hostage. My wrists were numb and rubbed raw from trying to escape. The blood from my wrist wounds already dried and caked. As the blood from the cut on my lips. No longer did I taste the copper liquid dripping into my mouth. No longer could I feel the pain of my broken wrist.

  With the bag over my head, I couldn’t’ see who was coming towards me. I could only hear the footsteps, not heavy, not so light, too. Medium light. A click click click. Like a woman’s heels. Followed by heavy ones. Boots. Large men.

  “Hold on,” a woman’s voice spoke. She sounded educated, authoritative. “Don’t touch him yet.”

  A loud bang shook the room, jolting me from my chair.

  “Shit,” the woman said. “They’re here!”

  “What do we do about the boy?” a gruff voice said.

  “Leave him,” she said. “We got what we wanted. Let’s get out of here.”

  “Right, Ms. Hill…”

  “Now! If any one of you are caught, you’re dead. Either by them or I’ll finish you off myself,” the woman shouted. “Go!”

  There was a thundering of footsteps loud at first near me before mellowing out into the distance. Then a loud explosion.

  Something crashed.

  Voices shouting.

  “Hey! Tristan!”

  “Tristan!”

  “Are you sure he’s here, Sir?”

  “We’ve spent days looking into every single cave. This is the last one.”

  I made as much noise as I could. I shouted. “Here!” My throat was dry as the desert, and I could barely get the words out, but I wasn’t going to let them leave without me.

  “Here! Help!” I shouted as loudly as I could.

  With my feet, I pounded the ground, making as much noise as I could and shouted at the same time.

  “There’s some sound, Sir!”

  “Yes, coming from the far end of the tunnel.”

  “Help! Help! Help!” I shouted. I didn’t care that I hadn’t eaten in days, that I hadn’t drank anything for hours, and that I was so badly beaten, I couldn’t feel anything anymore. I was going to make it out alive.

  As much as it pained me, I focused on what happened before being covered with darkness, with a bag over my head. Flashes of a woman struggling, of her weeping and begging to save the life of her child. “Take me instead,” she insisted.

  She was weeping, saying how much she loved her children. Please spare them. They were innocent.

  Then bang.

  Silent.

  Mom had given her life for me.

  I bellowed as loud as I could with pain and sorrow. I cried my head off, letting out all the trauma and anguish I held inside for however many days I spent trying to stay calm and quiet amongst my captors.

  It came out like the most horrific wail any human being could ever let out.

  “Over there!”

  “Tristan?” Dad’s voice from afar, but closer than before. “Tristan!”

  Sounds of footsteps running closer to me.

  “Tristan! Thank God you’re alive!”

  The bag over my head lifted, and I could barely make out shadows from my limited sight. The light was too bright, and I squinted, trying to see.

  Arms enveloped me, and I was pulled into someone’s chest. “Tristan, my son.” He was weeping. “I thought I’d never see you again.”

  “Where’s Mom?” I asked.

  I thought I knew. She was dead, but maybe all of that was a nightmare. I was delusional. Lack of food, water, sleep….

  “Sorry, Tristan,” Dad said. “She’s gone.” Dad was weeping. “I should never have gone on that trip, leaving you two behind….”

  “Not your fault Terrence,” Uncle Thomas said.

  “But…” Dad said.

  “Whoever did this will get their due one day,” Uncle Thomas said.

  I kept my mouth shut as I let his words sink in. I had contact with the ones who murdered my mother and tortured me for days. I willed myself to remember their voices, their names if they ever mentioned it, and even how they sounded when they walked. Despite being blindfolded.

  I was physically broken, emotionally drained, and psychologically strained. But I vowed that moment…some day, I will have my revenge.

  Chapter 1

  Present Day

  Tristan

  (Age 19 years old)

  “How do you like it so far?” Lacey’s syrupy voice said from between my legs.

  I watched her bleached blonde head bob up and down as she took my massive dick into her large mouth and li
cked me like I was her favorite candy.

  I was sucking on her friend Melody’s nipple when she took her mouth from my dick to ask me a redundant question.

  “Good,” I said, pushing her face back down to my dick.

  I resumed licking Melody’s nipple when Lacey stopped sucking on my dick altogether.

  “Everything is going just fine, as long as you keep doing what you’re doing with very little to no interruptions,” I said to Lacey, thinking she was going to ask me again how things were going for the hundredth time.

  Instead I looked down to see she was looking at her phone.

  “Lacey…if this is going to work…”

  “OMG, Tristan! I can’t believe your father just married Dr. Pamela Hillshire.”

  “Who?” I asked as Melody pushed Lacey out of the way to go down on me. She was hungry and horny, sucking me hard.

  “Oh, that’s it, honey,” I said.

  Lacey went on. “Pamela Hillshire, the famous relationship psychologist. She’s on television as an expert.” Lacey laughed. “How ironic. Your new stepmom is a relationship expert and she just married a Triton of Heartbreak Falls!”

  I got up immediately, pushing a surprised Melody out of the way.

  “No!” I shouted. Dad must be crazy. How could he marry again? Right after the last stepmother we had, too.

  And this woman…something didn’t sound right about her.

  Lacey shoved her phone in front of my face. “Here she is on the News talking about the singer Missy and J Bean’s divorce. For an older lady, she’s really pretty.”

  I watched Dr. Pamela Hillshire talked, and immediately, it was as if I was somewhere else. Her voice sounded familiar. Strong, authoritative, educated.

  And her name. Hillshire. It sounded familiar.

  “Here’s a picture of her and her daughter at the Emmy’s a year ago.” Lacey said, showing me more photos.

  The lady called Dr. Pamela Hillshire was indeed beautiful with her long blonde hair, blue eyes, high cheekbones, and full lips. She was elegant and classy. Too pretty to be what I pictured as a psychologist. But her daughter was striking. She had the same coloring as her mother, but her lips were fuller, her eyes had a mischievous glint in them, and she seemed to have a wildness about her that suddenly made my body heat up.

  Melody was immediately taking hold of my erect hard-on and sucking hard on it. “You’re so big, Tristan,” she said. “So hard. You must like what I’m doing to you.”

  “Yes, I do,” I said, still looking at Pamela Hillshire’s daughter’s photo. Her body was gorgeous, like her face. Curves in all the right places. Underneath her gown, you can see the hint of her nipples in the lights. Wow. My dick jumped at how I reacted to them. As Melody kept sucking my dick in and out of her mouth enthusiastically, I couldn’t help imagine this new girl filling her mouth with my dick. I couldn’t help imagine filling her other parts with my dick, too.

  “What’s her name?” I asked Lacey, who was the head cheerleader at Heartbreak Falls High.

  “Haven Hillshire,” she said.

  “Haven,” I said, tasting it. Like honey.

  “Looks like you’re getting turn on by her,” Lacey said. She laughed. “Your new stepsister.”

  “Never,” I said. “Whoever Dad marries and their offspring or whatever would never be family to me. No one can replace my Mom. Not my last stepmom, who died, nor this new one. And Haven Hillshire, certainly is not family to me.”

  I took a last look at her photo, at those nipples, and her wild look into the cameras, and my dick grew very hard. I looked at Melody’s black hair but pictured Haven in between my legs with her mouth full of me, and suddenly I convulsed and came hard into Melody’s mouth.

  After I climaxed, Melody stood up, wiped her mouth and smiled. “Tristan came from me, Lacey!” she cheered, like the cheerleader she was.

  “I know, Melody!” Lacey clapped.

  “He’s not so stone cold as the Twins said he was,” Melody said.

  “Drake and Dillon said that about me?” I asked, getting up from my plush leather sofa and pulling on my jeans.

  “They said you hardly seem to get any action so that’s why they wanted the cheer team to ‘spend some time’ with you,” Lacey said. “After all, Drake and Dillon are our school’s star players. We want to keep them happy.”

  “But, you’re ten times hotter than they are,” Melody said. “And you’re the heir to the Triton legacy, including the our town Heartbreak Falls.”

  “So you’re here because I’m an heir?” I asked.

  “To be truthful, that is very attractive about you,” Lacey said. “And…you are the best looking guy in town, besides your two little brothers Drake and Dillon.”

  “I’m sure you know Drake and Dillon very well already,” I said.

  “Yes,” Melody and Lacey exchanged looks. “Very well. All the cheerleaders have been with one or the other or both before.”

  “Those guys,” I said. “With Dad gone almost all the time, and no mother around…”

  “Oh, we try to mother them,” the cheerleaders said, smiling.

  “They can be a handful,” Lacey said. “But yeah, your brothers are like Tasmanian devils.”

  “That’s what our nickname is, Tasmanian Devils Tritons,” I said. I pushed them out of my room, naked or not naked. And closed the door.

  I needed to be by myself. To process what Dad marrying Dr. Hillshire meant.

  It had been one year since our last stepmother died. Found drowned in the waterfalls in the mountains near the cave I was found in when I was abducted.

  Although Dad seemed infatuated with her, she never cared for the Twins and I. In fact, she tried to ship us off to a boarding school in England right after she married Dad. Big mistake. But it wasn’t her only mistake as a stepmother. She kept making one mistake after another in her attempt to get rid of us.

  It was clear she didn’t want me or the Twins around.

  So it got to the point where she was going to force us out or get rid of us one way or another. Unfortunately for her, she was the one leaving.

  Having a stepmother like the last one in the Triton household did not end well. Despite wanting to have our mother back, we had such a horrible experience with the last one, I think Drake and Dillon would agree we didn’t want another stepmother ever again.

  So having another stepmother with a daughter nonetheless coming to Heartbreak Falls to live with us, was making me anxious.

  Something about that last name was sending warning signs throughout my body.

  Five years ago, I was abducted by someone who posed as a nanny, only to have it end with my mother murdered, and me traumatized psychologically, physically numb to stimulus, and even emotionally withdrawn. It took years for me to get better…to act normal, and even become a stronger person. Physical therapy, psychologists, and whatever experts my father employed to get me back to normal, he went ahead and tried on me. It made me into an overachiever, excelling in martial arts to protect myself from ever being abducted again, firearms to defend myself again, and even survivalist training because I was out there in some cave in the mountains when I was abducted. How would I have survived if I had escaped?

  When Dad and Uncle Thomas found me, I was a mess. It took me a year to get back on my feet. By then I had lost a year of school and had to join in the same year as Drake and Dillon, who was just a year younger, but acted ten years younger.

  Being a year behind would have made the old me feel shame and embarrassed, but the new me, who had gone through such an experience at 14 years old, accepted it for what it was. If anything, it made me a natural leader to become the Head of the school. Drake and Dillon, being Tritons, were also naturally in charge.

  So we brothers headed Heartbreak Falls High. They called us the Heartbreakers because of all the girls we’d go through, but never really commit to.

  Losing our mother at such a young age and then getting such a hateful witch for a stepmother afterwards,
made us wary of committing to a girl or any…

  No girl had ever made me feel otherwise…and no girl ever will.

  Chapter 2

  Haven

  “Mom!” I said, munching on an apple as we were close to the end of our hours long drive from New York to Massachusetts. “You know how supportive I am of you and how I want you to be happy, but maybe you could have trusted me enough to live on my own in New York while I finished my senior year instead of uprooting me to move with you to some little town called Heartbreak Falls?”

  Mom sighed and glanced at me. “Haven, we’ve been through this a hundred times. Although you are 18 years old now, you’re still my baby. My only child. My mini-me. You just turned 18, and I can’t let you live in New York while you’re still going to high school.”

  “I’m legally of age, Mom,” I said.

  “Yes, I know, but Haven, I need you to be with me this year. You know…to be a family. I finally met the man I wanted to marry after all these years and I want you to be there for me.”

  “Mom, we’ve been fine just the two of us for years, you’ll be fine.”

  “Haven, wait until you see Heartbreak Falls. It is just so charming! Like the little towns you see in postcards with their Main Streets, their boutique stores, the coffee shops, and everything you’ve always wanted growing up. You always wanted to live away from the big city and in a town where you can get to know your neighbors, sit at a neighborhood café and people watch all day, have the whole town attend high school games, get to know nice kids your own age…the kind of town I grew up in and always wanted to raise you in.”