A dad gets worried about his stepdaughter crying every day before getting on her school bus, so he bursts into it one day to figure out what’s happening. The reason behind it enrages him, and he immediately takes action against the bus driver.
Candace was still in her mother Lily’s womb when her father abandoned them, claiming he had nothing to do with them. After that, Candace had Lily as her only companion, but things changed when Lily met Derek.
Derek fell in love with Lily and Candace and embraced them. He became a devoted husband and father and loved Candance so much that nobody believed he was the little girl’s stepfather and not her biological dad.
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Both Lily and Derek were working parents, so they sent Candace to school by bus every day. Lily left for work early as her office was a little far from their house, and it was Derek’s duty to drop Candace off at her bus stop before heading to work.
One day, Derek was dropping off Candace at her bus stop and noticed she seemed upset. “Honey, are you all right?” he inquired, concerned. “Would you like to discuss something with Daddy?”
Candace remained silent, but her eyes welled up. Derek noticed that and wondered what was wrong. “If there’s anything that’s bothering you, honey,” he continued, “remember that daddy is always here to listen, okay?”
Candace nodded lightly then grabbed her backpack and alighted the bus as it arrived. Derek hoped she would be alright, but she wasn’t.
“Justin!” Derek exclaimed emphatically. “What were you trying to prove by yelling at Candace? For Christ’s sake, she’s a child!”
With time, Derek noticed Candace would cry every day, reluctant to take the bus to school and insisting on driving her. He told Lily about it, but all she said was: “You know how much she loves you, Derek! It’s because she wants your attention all the time! Kids do such things sometimes to get their parents’ attention!”
Believing Lily was right, Derek didn’t give it much thought and sometimes gave into Candace’s request and dropped her off at school. But doing so every day was impossible because he’d have to be in his office on time, and Candace’s school was in the opposite direction of his workplace.
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One morning, Candace began crying again, not wanting to take the bus to school. Derek was really late for a meeting, and he yelled at Candace. “Stop being so fussy, Candace! There are a lot of kids who take that bus every day, but you’re the only one who causes problems!”
Candace lowered her head, sniffing, but her tears didn’t stop. She boarded the bus as soon as it arrived, and Derek felt a pang of guilt now that he had cooled down and understood he shouldn’t have been so angry with her.
“Oh, God! Why did I have to be so mad? I’ll apologize to her when she gets home,” he mumbled as he started walking towards his car. But the bus driver’s words stopped him in his tracks.
“You go and sit at the back, you little girl! I don’t want to see your face! And yeah, you better follow my orders or get the hell out of my bus!” he yelled.
Candace pleaded with him, teary-eyed, that she had motion sickness and needed to sit in the front, but the bus driver wouldn’t budge. “You do what I say, or you’re out!” he yelled.
Derek turned around and saw the bus gate was about to close. He stormed into the bus before the door closed and froze in place when he saw the driver’s face. He would never fail to recognize him.
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He composed himself and forced a smile on his face. “I’m sorry for the trouble, sir,” he told the bus driver. “I just thought I’d drop my daughter off at school myself, so I’m here to pick her up…Come on, honey,” he told Candace. “Let’s go!”
Derek scooped Candance in his arms and got off the bus. Then he dropped a text to his boss, saying he wouldn’t be able to make it to the meeting due to an emergency, and dropped Candace off at school.
After Candace entered the campus, Derek spotted the bus she was supposed to be taking and confronted the bus driver. The children on the bus had already left for their classes by then.
“Justin!” Derek exclaimed emphatically. “What were you trying to prove by yelling at Candace? For Christ’s sake, she’s a child! I didn’t want to cause a ruckus in front of the kids, but this has to stop!”
Justin laughed. “Yo, stepdaddy, why don’t you just drop her off at school on your own if you’re worried about her? I’m tired of seeing her nasty face every day! I was right to leave her and Lily! I wish she had never been born! She’s been getting on my nerves since I started working here!”
“And who the hell do you think you are to yell at her?”
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“Why shouldn’t I?” Justin retorted. “She and her mother are such evil omens! After I dated that stupid Lily, my business began to suffer losses! As if that wasn’t enough, she wanted to impose her child on me! I’m here today because of them, so I will continue ridiculing that child and exacting my revenge! Do you get that?”
“You’re impossible, Justin! Are you even human?” Derek was furious and went straight to the school principal to complain about Justin. Luckily, he’d recorded the whole conversation on his phone and submitted it as proof.
He told the principal that Justin was Candace’s biological father and that he was practically tormenting her, blaming his failed career on her and her mother.
It turns out Justin had only been hired a few weeks ago. His business had gone bankrupt, and he struggled to get a job elsewhere.
“Don’t worry, Mr. Miles,” the principal assured Derek. “I appreciate you bringing this to our attention. We do not tolerate such behavior in our school, and you can be assured that we will take firm measures against him…”
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To Derek and Candace’s relief, Justin was fired from his job, and Candace was no longer terrified to take the bus to school. When Derek shared the whole incident with Lily, she was stunned, feeling horrible for dismissing Candace’s behavior as something childish.
“You have to inform me whenever something is wrong, Candace,” Justin explained one day as they walked to the bus stop. “Daddy is always here for you, so never keep anything from me, okay?”
As they arrived at the bus stop and Candace was about to board the bus, she turned around and smiled at Derek. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, daddy. I was just scared … Thank you, and I love you,” she added as she waved goodbye.
Derek waved back at her and whispered an “I love you” to her. Candace sat in one of the seats in the front and happily went to school. She had no idea Justin was her biological father, but Derek and Lily decided to tell her when she is old enough to comprehend everything.
What can we learn from this story?
- Parents love their children and protect them from the bad. Although Candace wasn’t Derek’s blood, he loved her like his own and went above and beyond for her. He was a parent in the real sense. Justin, on the other hand, clearly didn’t deserve to be a parent, although he was Candace’s birth father.
- Children are innocent and pure souls and shouldn’t be dragged into conflicts. Derek was crazy for blaming Candace for his failed job and bullying her. Karma eventually caught up with him, and he was fired.
I Shared My First Couple Pic on Facebook—Then This Chilling Message Popped Up
Social media can sneak into your life and become part of your relationships, whether you want it to or not. Most of the time, it feels harmless—just cute pictures and updates for friends and family. But sometimes, things can take an unexpected turn.
Mark and I had been together for almost a year. He was honestly the perfect boyfriend—sweet, caring, and always making me laugh, whether we were hiking or just lounging on the couch. I felt so lucky to have him, so I decided it was time to make things official on Facebook.
We were on a hiking trail one afternoon when we took a cute picture together, smiling with the sun shining behind us. “Just me and my favorite person on our latest adventure!” I captioned it, adding a couple of heart emojis. I felt excited to share a bit of our happiness with everyone.
Then, ten minutes later, I received a notification that made my stomach drop. It wasn’t a like or a comment. It was a message that read: “YOU MUST RUN FROM HIM. NOW.”
I stared at my phone, my heart racing. Who would send something like that? I clicked on the profile, hoping to find some clue, but there was nothing—no info, no pictures, just a blank page. The message itself was scary enough, but this? It felt like a ghost had sent it.
I glanced at Mark, who was busy tossing our backpacks into the car, completely unaware of the turmoil inside me. Should I tell him?
My mind raced, and before I could fully process it, another message popped up: “Don’t tell Mark anything. Listen carefully. Smile, don’t be aggressive with him. You don’t know what he’s capable of. You got it?”
I felt the blood drain from my face. What was going on? Who was sending these messages? And why were they so sure I was in danger? I couldn’t help but glance at Mark, who was still happily loading our things, completely oblivious to the storm brewing in my head.
I tried to brush it off, thinking maybe I was just overreacting. But the way he watched me sent chills down my spine. It felt like he was looking right through me, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being judged or analyzed.
One evening, I decided to confront him. “Mark, is something bothering you? You’ve been acting a bit different lately.”
He looked surprised, shaking his head. “No, I’m fine. Just deep in thought, I guess.”
I wanted to believe him, but the tension lingered. The messages still haunted me, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I was missing something important. I felt stuck between trusting Mark and the nagging fear from that mysterious message.
I felt a wave of panic wash over me. The idea of meeting a stranger, especially one who seemed to know things about Mark, made my stomach churn. But the promise of “evidence” was tempting. I had to find out more.
After a long debate in my head, I decided to go. I texted Mark, saying I had a last-minute meeting with a friend. He seemed a bit disappointed but accepted my excuse without questioning it further.
The next day, I arrived at Bayou Bakery, my heart racing. I scanned the room for anyone suspicious but only saw the usual patrons enjoying their coffee. Then, a figure in a hoodie caught my eye. They waved me over, and I hesitated before approaching.
“You’re here,” they said, their voice low. “I have something you need to see.”
“I’m meeting my mom for lunch tomorrow,” I said casually over breakfast, trying not to let my voice tremble.
Mark didn’t look up from his coffee right away. “Really? You didn’t mention it before.”
“Oh, yeah,” I replied quickly, my heart racing. “She called last night. Last minute thing.”
Mark finally met my eyes, his expression unreadable. “Alright,” he said slowly.
I tried to focus on my coffee, but all I could feel was the weight of his gaze as if he was trying to see straight through me.
I felt a mix of relief and dread. “What do you mean, weird?”
He leaned in closer, lowering his voice. “You’ve been distant lately, and I could feel something was off. Then I saw the messages. I thought they were a prank or something, but now… I’m not so sure.”
My heart raced. “You saw the messages?”
He nodded again, looking worried. “I didn’t mean to snoop, but I noticed your phone lighting up at weird times. I read a couple of them, and they sounded serious. I just wanted to know if you were okay.”
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “I don’t know if I’m okay. Someone is telling me to run from you. They say there’s something I should be worried about.”
His expression shifted to one of concern. “What? Who is it?”
I glanced around the bakery, feeling the weight of the situation. “I don’t know. Just an anonymous account. They said to meet them here to see some evidence.”
He frowned, clearly conflicted. “We need to figure this out together. You shouldn’t be meeting anyone alone.”
I nodded, appreciating his concern, but uncertainty still hung in the air. “But what if it’s true? What if there’s something I don’t know about you?”
He reached out, taking my hand. “You need to trust me. Let’s find out what this is really about.”
Just then, I noticed the hooded figure watching us from across the room, their eyes fixed on us. My heart sank as I realized the situation was more complicated than I had ever imagined.
I blinked in surprise. “Andrew? What are you doing here?”
He chuckled, completely oblivious to the tension in the air. “Just thought I’d join you guys! I heard about the big mystery and wanted in on the action.”
Mark and I exchanged glances, both clearly unsettled. “What mystery?” Mark asked, his tone a mix of confusion and annoyance.
Andrew waved it off with a grin. “Oh, you know, the drama with the messages. Everyone’s talking about it. Figured I’d come see what the fuss was all about.”
I felt my stomach drop. “Everyone? What do you mean?”
He leaned back, clearly enjoying himself. “I mean, you two have been the topic of conversation. People are worried about you. They think something’s going on.”
Mark’s expression hardened. “And why are people talking about us? Who told you?”
Andrew shrugged, still smiling. “Just some friends. You know how it goes. Gossip spreads like wildfire.”
My mind raced. If Andrew knew, then so did others. What was happening? “Do you know who sent the messages?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly.
“No idea,” Andrew replied, still casual. “But I think it’s just some prank. People love stirring the pot.”
Mark’s eyes narrowed. “This isn’t a joke, Andrew. We’ve been getting messages that are seriously concerning.”
Suddenly, Andrew’s demeanor shifted. “Wait, you’re serious? You both got messages?”
“Yes,” I said, feeling frustrated. “And they’re not just funny texts. They’re telling us to run from each other!”
Andrew leaned in closer, his expression turning serious. “Okay, that’s not cool. We need to figure this out, then.”
I could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on me. With Andrew now in the loop, I hoped we could get to the bottom of this madness together. But deep down, I still felt a chill creeping up my spine. Who was behind all of this, and what did they really want?
Andrew raised his hands, trying to calm us down. “Alright, maybe I pushed it a bit. But listen, Ellie and Mark, instead of talking to each other, you both went off following some anonymous messages. What does that say about your relationship?”
I looked at Mark, and he seemed just as angry as I was. But I could see something else in his eyes—a hint of uncomfortable truth. Andrew had a point, even if it stung to hear it.
We had let outside voices influence us instead of trusting each other. It felt like a crack was forming in our relationship, and I didn’t like it at all.
Mark finally spoke, his voice low. “He’s right. We should have talked first.”
I nodded slowly, feeling the weight of his words. “I guess we let fear take over instead of communicating.”
Andrew watched us, his expression softening. “Look, I didn’t mean to make it worse. I just want you both to be happy. You care about each other, right?”
“Of course we do,” Mark said firmly, but I could see the doubt lingering in his eyes.
We all sat in silence for a moment, the seriousness of the situation sinking in. I realized we needed to focus on rebuilding trust. “How do we fix this?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Andrew shrugged. “Start by being honest with each other. Don’t let other people or random messages dictate your feelings.”
Mark took a deep breath. “Yeah, we need to talk about everything, including these weird messages.”
I agreed, feeling a sense of determination. It was time to confront the truth together and stop letting outside forces interfere. We had to trust each other again, no matter how hard it might be.
When Mark and I left the bakery, we didn’t say much at first. The shock of everything that happened was still settling in, and I felt the weight of the situation.
Finally, I broke the silence. “Do you think Andrew is right?”
Mark sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I hate to say it, but maybe. We didn’t talk to each other. We let those anonymous messages get to us.”
We both understood that trust is something we can’t take for granted. Even though Andrew’s prank was cruel, it taught us an important lesson. The only way to keep our relationship strong was to face our fears and doubts together.
I looked at Mark, feeling a mix of determination and relief. “We need to be open with each other from now on.”
“Absolutely,” he agreed. “No more letting outside messages influence us. We need to trust our instincts and each other.”
As we walked, I felt a sense of hope. We were ready to rebuild our connection and focus on what really mattered. Together, we could overcome anything.
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