Love is Pain

Under the Protection of the Family

Alexandra didn't stop, not even when she arrived in front of the school. There was no longer room for diplomacy, common sense, or words. This was a war, and she was ready to fight it to the end. She would not allow her daughter, Jane, or Andrea to ever be humiliated again. It would never happen again.

When they got out of the car, Jane walked beside her mother, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked around nervously, silently hoping that somehow things would resolve without too much drama. But Alexandra had no intention of backing down. She was built to confront pain, and she knew she had to do it to protect her family.

The boys were there, as always, laughing among themselves, unaware of the storm about to descend on them. They had no idea who the woman approaching was, a woman ready to teach them a lesson they would never forget. When one of them, the leader of the group, looked up and saw Alexandra, he sneered and exclaimed,
"Look at that... the girl who made such a fuss. And now here comes her... who's this? Her bodyguard?"

Alexandra didn't stop, but her gaze was as sharp as a blade. Her voice, low and firm, vibrated with silent menace.
"You thought we wouldn't intervene, didn't you? You were very wrong."

One of the boys, a bit younger, couldn't hold back his sarcasm.
"And what are you going to do, lady? Hit us?" he laughed, looking at her as if she were just an angry mother. "We're not scared of you."

Alexandra approached him with a silence that carried the sound of an impending storm. When she was close enough, she grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and slammed him forcefully against the wall. The boy bent over, trembling, as she held him up.
"If you think you and your friends can get away with this dumb look on your face, you're wrong," she said, her voice icy, staring directly into his eyes. "And I'm here to correct your mistake."

Then she let him fall to the ground with a shove that sent him stumbling backward.
"You wanted to threaten us? Now I'll show you what real pain means."

Nicole lunged at another of the boys, the tallest one. With a swift move, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him toward her.
"You thought you were in control?" she taunted, her tone ruthless. "Now I'll teach you to respect women."

She threw him to the ground with a strength that even surprised her, but she didn't stop there. Without a second thought, she struck his face with a firm punch, then another to his side, until the boy let out a cry of pain.
"And if you think we'll stop, you've got a lot more to learn," she hissed, as the boy trembled with fear.

One of the younger boys, seeing the unleashed violence, tried to step in, attempting to stop the fury.
"You can't do this!" he protested. "We'll stop you; there are more of us!"

Alexandra laughed with a tone that froze the blood.
"More of you? Do you really think that scares me?" She calmly approached him. "If you try to stop us, you're next."

With a quick motion, she lifted him and slammed him against the wall with such force that the air seemed to grow heavier.
"You wanted to be bullies? Now feel what it really means."

The boy tried to resist, but his efforts were in vain. Alexandra struck him with a series of precise movements, leaving him slumped on the ground, defeated.

Nicole, casting a disapproving look at the other boys, crouched near her opponent.
"You don't get it, do you?" she hissed. "You tried to humiliate us, but now you're realizing what real power looks like. Today, you've learned a lesson you'll never forget."

The other boys were paralyzed with fear. They had never seen anything like it.

One of them, stammering, asked,
"Who... who are you?!"

Alexandra stared at him for a long time, showing no mercy. Then, with a cold smile, she replied,
"I am Jane and Andrea's mother. And you've just learned who their mother is."

Nicole added in an implacable tone,
"And I'm Nicole, their aunt. Touch them again, and we won't even give you the chance to regret it."

The boys, defeated, remained motionless as Alexandra took Jane's hand.
"Let's go," she said. "We don't need to see these faces anymore."

Jane nodded, feeling a newfound strength growing within her. She looked at her mother and her aunt as examples of courage and protection.

"There will be no more threats," Alexandra said, squeezing her hand. "And remember, Jane: you must never be afraid to defend yourself. I'll always be there. No one will ever touch you again."

Jane, though shaken, replied with an uncertain but grateful voice,
"Thank you."

Alexandra smiled at her.
"This is what a mother does for her family."