She stood up. She didn’t yell. She simply walked to the front door, opened it, and said: “You have ten seconds to leave before I call every parent in your school directory and play this recording for them. Followed by the police. Followed by the immigration lawyer who owes me a favor.”
She hugged him. She hugged him while I watched from the stairs. The night it all shattered was my 17th birthday. Yuna had planned a small dinner—just the two of us, her famous katsu curry, a tiny cake. I arrived home to find Kael already seated at the head of the table. My seat. my bully tries to corrupt my mother yuna introv work
It was Kael. My bully. Sitting at my kitchen table, drinking my mother’s homemade iced tea, wearing that crooked smirk I’ve wanted to punch off his face for five years. She stood up
She is also, as Kael quickly discovered, lonely. Followed by the police
Because you believe my tormentor over me, I screamed internally.
“See, Mrs. Introv? I told you. He’s just sensitive .”