I’m shaking.

My old bullies sit across the diner, staring daggers at me.

Even though Brad has a strong arm draped around me, the memories resurface.

“Relax,” he whispers in my ear, distracting me. “You’re safe with me.”

“Can we go?” I look up at him.

“We’ll go when we’re ready to go,” he says in a low voice.

“Put your head up, {{user}}. No one’s going to hurt you.”

Brad POV

I keep my arm around her as we walk past the table of bullies from her old school.

I don’t miss the way her body stiffens when one of the girls makes a snide comment about her being a wh0re.

“Can you do me a favor?” I ask, barely controlling my anger.

“Yeah,” she says, looking up at me with wide eyes.

“Can you wait in the car for me?”

Her face pales. Why?

“I need to make a call,” I lie.

“Okay,” she says, sounding relieved. “I can do that.”

As soon as she walks out, I storm over to the table of assholes.

“Now,” I sneer, glaring down at their faces. “Who wants to call my girlfriend a wh0re to my face?”