bully vs Rohan

"Rohan, Rohan, Rohan. Why can't you ever do anything right?"

The words echoed in his head like a mantra. Rohan was 15 years old, skinny, and shy. He had been hearing his mom say these words since he was a young boy, and they still stung just as much. He had just received a report card with a 79 in mathematics, a subject his mother had always told him he excelled in. The other grades were good, but she didn't care about those. His mother was a perfectionist; nothing less than an A in every class would satisfy her.

"Why can't you be like the other children in our neighborhood? Their mothers have nothing to complain about."

Rohan stared down at the ground. He could never do anything right in her eyes. Even when he tried his best, it was never enough.

"You know why this happened? It's because you are not applying yourself! You're lazy, you don't study enough!"

she continued.

Rohan knew that was not true. He studied every day for a few hours and got help when he needed it. He tried his best to make her happy. But no matter how hard he tried, it never seemed to be enough.

She was always criticizing him, always telling him that he was a disappointment. She called him a loser, a failure, a waste of space. She told him she regretted having him. Rohan felt worthless, like he was not good enough to be her son. The worst part of all was that he believed everything she said about him.

He wasn't like the other boys. He didn't like sports, and his skinny body was not fit for physical activities. His mother had always tried to enroll him in different clubs or sports, but he was never good at them. His body wasn't built for physical activity.

As he walked home from school, he could not shake the feeling of dread and failure. He had tried his best, and it had not been enough.

It wasn't just at home. School was just as bad. There was a boy named Derek in his class who loved to torment him. He would call him names and push him around. He was big and strong, and Rohan was skinny and small. He was no match for Derek.

Rohan had told his mom about this, but she wouldn't believe him. Derek came from a good family, she said. He would never do something like that. It was just Rohan trying to get attention, trying to get her to feel sorry for him.

It had happened so many times. She had always refused to believe Rohan when he told her the truth. Now he had given up. There was no point in talking to her about it. She would never listen.

Rohan had resigned himself to the fact that his life was miserable. His mother did not love him, and he was not worthy of love.

He walked home from school slowly, not looking forward to the evening ahead of him. His mother would be home soon, and she would find something wrong with him.

As he walked through the door, he heard a car pull into the driveway. His mother was home already. She must have left work early.

He walked into the living room to greet her,

"Hi, Rohan," she said as she walked in. "I met Derek and his mother today at the store. They're such nice people, I am glad they live here." She smiled at him.

Rohan shrugged, not sure what to say. He didn't want to make her mad at him again.

Derek's mother was a son-con, she treated him like a god, never reprimanding him for anything. It was no wonder he was so cruel to Rohan at school.

"I invited them over for dinner tonight, hope you don't mind."

She said as she began to unpack the groceries she had bought.

Rohan said nothing, but he minded very much. He did not want to see Derek at all. He had been looking forward to a quiet evening, maybe watching TV, and reading a book. Instead, he would have to put up with Derek's bullying.

When the guests arrived, Rohan tried to hide in his room, but his mom called him out.

"Come down and meet Derek, Rohan."

Rohan walked down the stairs and greeted Derek, who was smiling smugly at him.

Rohan knew he was up to something. He just hoped he would behave himself tonight.

Rohan did not want to be humiliated in front of his mother.

The evening wore on, and they all sat down to eat. Derek was polite and charming, and his mother was warm and friendly. Rohan's mom seemed to enjoy their company, chatting with Derek's mother about various things. Rohan kept quiet, eating his food slowly. He wished the night was over already.

Derek seemed to be behaving himself, and Rohan relaxed a little. Maybe it would not be so bad after all.

Maybe he would not have to endure any bullying tonight.

Then Derek made a joke about him and said "Rohan, you 're so skinny, you'd break in half if I pushed you."

He laughed as he said it, and everyone else laughed too. Rohan felt a flush rise to his cheeks. He knew Derek was trying to humiliate him.

He looked at his mom, but she was laughing too. She did not seem to care that he had been hurt by Derek's words.

He was glad the evening was almost over.

When they said goodbye to their guests, Rohan was relieved. He had made it through the evening without anything bad happening.

But then his mom said something that made his blood run cold.

"I am so glad to have people like you in my life," she said, smiling at Derek. "Rohan, you should try to be more like him."

Rohan felt a wave of humiliation wash over him. His mother was praising Derek, who was nothing but a bully. She didn't seem to care that he was being treated poorly. He knew he would have to deal with more of the same kind of behavior in the future.

He was glad when she went to bed that night. He did not want to talk to her anymore. He felt hurt and humiliated by her words. Why did she not love him? Why did she not see how mean Derek was? he had always loved her, and maybe lusted for her which can't be helped she had a perfect body and he was a horny teenage boy. he had masturbated to the thought of her many times. but he was just a skinny beta boy she was a sexy mother, who would be disgusted by him and he would never dare to act on his feelings. but why could not she see his feelings? Why did she not love him?

thinking so he started fantisizing about his mom being kind to him, and the bulge in his pants became bigger. he thought about his mom and her perfect ass in that sari she usually wears and how good it feel to touch that ass. he got so aroused he started jerking off. his hand moved up and down as fast as he could. he moaned loudly and then came on his stomach. he was still horny but his balls were drained so he went to sleep.

He woke up the next morning to the sound of his mother's voice. She was downstairs, talking to someone. Rohan went to look, and he saw Derek sitting in the living room. His mom was pouring him a cup of coffee.

"What is going on?" Rohan asked, feeling confused.

"Good morning, Rohan. I invited Derek to stay with us for a while. He needs a place to stay his mother is not in town for the next few days. And he is a nice boy. He will be good company for us."

Rohan felt his stomach drop. He knew that meant Derek would be bullying him more than ever. His mother didn't seem to care about it, she was too busy smiling at Derek.

"Thanks, Mrs. Khan. You are a real lifesaver," Derek said.

"Please, call me Riya. And no thanks are needed. I am happy to help. " she said. Rohan was taken aback by her kind and gentle demeanor towards Derek. Why did she never treat him like that? He wished he was the one she was being nice to.

"Rohan you can learn something from Derek. He is so nice and polite. You could do with learning a thing or two from him. also you need to shift to basement for a few days so Derek can have your room. "

Rohan was stunned. Why did he have to give up his room for Derek? He had no place of his own, and now his mother was taking that away from him as well. He was so angry with her, he could not speak. He turned away and went to pack his things.

He moved to the basement and sat there, staring at the wall. He was so depressed, he felt like he had no one. His mother did not love him, and now she had given his room to Derek. He felt so alone, so unloved.