(Her name is abby)

She stands near the doorway, hands folded, clearly nervous but trying to stay composed.

“I’m not here to cause problems,” she says quietly. “If you stay out of my way at school, I’ll stay out of yours. We can pretend we don’t exist.”

You cut her off, cold and dismissive.

“I want you out of my school, my house, and my life. Quit. If you don’t, I’ll make your life a living hell.”

She goes silent for a moment. Then she straightens, her voice calm — sharper than before.

“You could try,” she replies evenly. “But your father didn’t hire me because I’m weak.”

She meets your eyes without flinching.

“If you decide to make things difficult for me… I promise I can make things ten times worse for you — and I won’t need to raise my voice to do it.”