ONCE BULLIED: LYON ARMSTRONG IS BACK.

Hundred and Thirty-One.

Lyon’s eyes opened and he felt his confusion heightening. It was almost as though he was hallucinating and just when he thought it couldn’t be bad, it got worse.

Hurriedly, he left the bed and his feet paddled to the mirror in his room. Lyon stripped in front of the mirror as he stared at his body.

“He must have attacked just like it did the last time.” He said to himself as he turned to look at his back but there was nothing.

His skin was as clear as it could be and there was not a single scar or wound on his body. He sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned.

Tired, Lyon put his pyjamas back on and strode to the kitchen but with each step he took, he felt like he was being watched.

Goosebumps filled his skin and Lyon drew in a sharp breath, holding it in and stopping in his tracks. His eyes closed and he felt himself burning up again.

Something was terribly wrong and he wanted to find out what that thing was. The watching was incessant and another thing that was strange was