Dear Bully,
Wednesdays became torture days. You got your girlfriend to come after me.
It started with taking clothes.
To pulling hair.
To beating me up.
You would hold me back while she would beat me.
She would punch, scratch, pull.
It became a routine.
Love,
Ashton
YOU ARE READING
Letters To My Bully
Short StoryShe left behind a book. Each pages filled with sorrow, tears, depression, and hurt. Read the pages and relive the moments of Ashton Maria.
