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As soon as I started secondary school, the school bully targeted\u00a0<\/p>\n
Every time he tormented me, he would feel vengeful satisfaction at the fear in my eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
We had never even crossed paths, but he targeted me for no\u00a0<\/p>\n
reason.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Once, I saw a photo in his wallet-it was him and my mom.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That was when I realized he was the son of my mom and her ex- husband.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But because he was rebellious and had let her down, she stopped looking after him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Now that he regrets it, he\u2019s taking it out on me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
With no other choice, I showed Mom my injuries and pleaded: \u201cMom, can you pick me up from school tomorrow?\u00a0<\/p>\n
I\u2019m scared!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah Jenkins, can you wait for me?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI have something to do. I\u2019m leaving now.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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After the bell rang, I turned down my classmate\u2019s offer to walk home together and rushed out of the classroom.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Because if I was even a second too slow, the school bully would catch me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But I failed to escape. Several senior students were already waiting for me in the hallway.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The leader was Marcus Sterling, the school bully.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t know why he hated me so much.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He had targeted me from the moment I started secondary school.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Every time he looked at me, his gaze was as vicious and\u00a0<\/p>\n
venomous as a viper, as if he wanted to skin me alive\u2026 When he tormented me, he would feel vengeful satisfaction at the fear in\u00a0<\/p>\n
my eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
With a violent shove, they threw me hard onto the ground.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDidn\u2019t I tell you to come find us yesterday?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
A guy grabbed my hair: \u201cDo you not understand plain English?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seeing my silence, he pinched my ear hard and slapped my face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
These guys were Marcus\u2019s lackeys.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They were the enforcers of his cruelty.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I trembled: \u201cI want to go home for my mom\u2019s birthday. Can you please let me go?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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I didn\u2019t expect that instead of awakening Marcus\u2019s conscience, my words would make him look even more furious and savage: \u201cSay that again\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before I could figure out why he was angry, he yanked me up and dragged me all the way to the gym equipment room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They locked the door tight, pinned me against the wall, and then backed away to a certain distance.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBang!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
A basketball smashed into me with heavy force.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThud!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
This time it was a soccer ball.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They were all jocks, and their aim was perfect.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They kicked and threw, ball after ball whistling through the air toward my face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t dare move; I could only curl up and shiver as I took the beating.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSay that again!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSay it again!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBitch, say it again!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Marcus roared as he kicked a ball at me with full force.\u00a0<\/p>\n
With every impact, I felt a sharp burst of pain shoot through my\u00a0<\/p>\n
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so everyone respected him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t care at all if I told the teacher.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It made me wonder-who exactly was Marcus so afraid of finding out?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Today, I got my answer.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seeing that my injuries were no longer visible, Marcus finally let out a long sigh of relief.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then he grabbed me by the shoulders and hissed, \u201cDon\u2019t tell your mom, you hear me?\u00a0<\/p>\n
You know what I\u2019m capable of!\u00a0<\/p>\n
If you dare tell her, I\u2019ll ruin you, no matter what it takes. Do you understand?\u00a0<\/p>\n
!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I nodded blankly. Seeing I was cooperating, the savage look on Marcus\u2019s face softened slightly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He stood up, but his wallet slipped out of his pocket and hit the ground.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stared at the open wallet in front of me. On the right was a stack of hundred-dollar bills, but on the left was an old photograph.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I looked closer and froze.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Why did the woman in the photo with Marcus look so much like\u00a0<\/p>\n
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so everyone respected him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t care at all if I told the teacher.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It made me wonder-who exactly was Marcus so afraid of finding out?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Today, I got my answer.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seeing that my injuries were no longer visible, Marcus finally let out a long sigh of relief.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then he grabbed me by the shoulders and hissed, \u201cDon\u2019t tell your mom, you hear me?\u00a0<\/p>\n
You know what I\u2019m capable of!\u00a0<\/p>\n
If you dare tell her, I\u2019ll ruin you, no matter what it takes. Do you understand?\u00a0<\/p>\n
!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I nodded blankly. Seeing I was cooperating, the savage look on Marcus\u2019s face softened slightly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He stood up, but his wallet slipped out of his pocket and hit the ground.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stared at the open wallet in front of me. On the right was a stack of hundred-dollar bills, but on the left was an old\u00a0<\/p>\n
photograph.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I looked closer and froze.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Why did the woman in the photo with Marcus look so much like<\/p>\n
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