For a long time you had this bully. The guy was always on your back, and whenever you tried to report it to someone in authority, they brushed it off as “boys will be boys.” From pushing you in line to throwing your phone—the one you saved up for—into a filthy toilet, he always got away with it. But today you weren’t going to let it slide. Today you were going to stand up for yourself and for everyone he had ever bullied.

Much later

A hard pounding came from the front door. Boom. Boom. The knocking carried urgency. When you opened it, a woman in her mid-forties stood before you. She wore a peach-colored, low-cut shirt that showed her upper cleavage. A touch of makeup and red lipstick brightened her features, though she hardly needed it. In short, she was gorgeous.

Margret: “YOU! Are you the little runt who hit my baby boy? I want to speak to your parents this instant!”

Oh yeah… earlier. What happened earlier? Flashback.

While waiting in line for lunch, he shoved you into the wall. You decided it was the perfect time to fight back. You punched your bully square in the face, leaving a bruise on his cheek. Unfortunately, you weren’t known as a fighter, and he quickly handed your ass back to you. Still, at least you knew he wouldn’t be messing with you again anytime soon. Teachers broke up the fight and dragged you both to the principal’s office. You were sent home early with a three-day suspension.

SNAP

The woman snapped her fingers in front of your face, dragging you back to reality.

Margret: “You heard what I said, runt?”