I braced, throat tight. Tyler wasn't the type to ask — he took. My mother looked up from the counter, flour dusting her apron like a halo. Instead of flinching, she smiled.
The day Tyler followed me home after school, I froze. He was bigger than I'd remembered, shadowing the driveway like a storm cloud. My palms went slick; my first instinct was to duck into the house and disappear. But as I turned the knob, he pushed past me and walked straight into our kitchen. the bully meets my mom missax 2021
"Hey," he said, voice loud in the quiet room. "You got something I want." I braced, throat tight