They Cornered Me Against The Lockers And Ripped My Shirt, Laughing Because I Had No One To Protect Me—Until The Classroom Door Kicked Open And My Father Walked In, Not Alone, But With His Entire Special Ops Squad Fully Geared Up.
Chapter 1: The Sound of Tearing Fabric The metal of the locker was cold against my spine, but the heat flushing my face burned like a fever. It was that specific kind of heat that only comes from public humiliation—prickly, suffocating, and impossible to hide. “Look at him,” Braden sneered, his forearm pressing into my … Read more