As the bustling prom continued on, oblivious to her pain, Stacy huddled in the shadowy corner of an empty classroom, her tears soaking into the sleeves of her dress. The sound of footsteps echoing down the deserted hallway made her heart race, a sudden panic gripping her chest.

The doorknob turned slowly, and a sliver of light spilled into the room, illuminating the figure standing in the doorway. For a moment, Stacy’s breath caught in her throat as she prepared herself for another round of humiliation.